Sorry for the long wait, but it's finally here! God is it cold here, not looking forward to going out to work tonight, but I guess I have to. How was everyone's holidays? Hope you all had fun and were safe! I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Savannah and Mel, everything else belongs to their rightful owners. Big thanks, as always, to my beta Kupkakes!
Chapter 22
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What was I thinking? Juice wondered as he stepped inside of the too posh for Queens house on a too fancy street.
This place was huge. His entire childhood apartment could have fit on the first floor alone, and the neighbors in the upstairs. Thick Persian rugs decorated the hardwood floors beneath his feet, expensive looking vases and paintings artfully brightened the dimly lit room. A fire was already in the hearth, the smell of chesnuts filled his nostrils when he took a deeper breath.
"Hey handsome." The sultry voice called from the open entryway that led him into a modest brick style kitchen. "Found your way okay?"
"Uhh . . . yeah. Yeah, not my normal neighborhood, and I think your neighbors think I'm robbing the place, but I'm here." Juice grinned at her, licking his lips to try and hide the nervousness he was feeling.
Mel laughed, it was a warm tinkling sound that made him grin again, and motioned him closer. "I'm making homemade spaghetti sauce."
His stomach turned silently when he saw the mushrooms she'd chopped, the smell of the garlic, and the Italian meatballs simmering. "Smells good."
"You like Italian, hon?" She asked him, giving the sauce a slow stir with her wooden spoon.
"Love it actually." Juice leaned against the island behind them, glancing up at the heavy pots and pans that hung from a rack above his head.
"Here." She turned around with the spoon raised blowing it. "Give it a taste."
Juice paused a split second before leaning in, giving the spoon a lick that made her smile at him. "Not bad."
He started to stand back up straight when Mel reached a rhinestone studded hand out, stopping him so that she could catch his mouth with hers, pressing her lips hard against his. Oh wow.. Okay then. So he hadn't been wrong. This really was what she wanted when she told him to come by.
Juice kissed her back, caressing her miraculously lipstick free lips with his. Mel bit down on his bottom lip, sucking it in between her teeth in a way that made him groan and suddenly very aware that his cock was pressing into her stomach. He reached around her, grabbing a handful of the ass he'd been checking out forever in those yoga pants she kept wearing to the laundry mat with the matching jacket thing. It was skin tight and showed off every curve she had.
And man.. There were curves. He palmed at her ass while they kissed, pushing his tongue against her cheek when she pulled back with a sloppy smacking sound. "Slow it down, tiger…. Make the kiss count. Like this."
Mel kissed him again, her mouth working in a slower kiss that was driving him crazy. His hands left her ass to rest on her hips, working back lazily almost. "That's better. Now some tongue. Roll it against mine. Don't just shove it down my throat."
He followed her lead, letting her iniate every move until she kissed his jaw, going to nip at his neck. "Not bad, Juicy boy."
Juice grinned, surprising himself all over with how turned on he was by this older woman. She wasn't really old, just older. Only about 30 from what he could gather, thinking it rude to ask straight out. "You invite me over to eat or play?"
"Mmm . . . I have something you can eat now if you're that hungry." Mel smirked, taking a step back and flipping the burner off on the stove. "C'mon."
Mel's room was pretty much non descript he noted once she'd tugged him upstairs. She kicked her heels off, reached for the hem of her shirt and said "Strip."
"Bossy, huh?" He joked, but was already taking off his own clothes, grateful for the manscaping he'd done that morning. He paused when he got down to his boxers, only for Mel to wink at him, coming over in her little black lingerie set that wasn't leaving much to his imagination.
Her skin was even paler than he'd thought it was once she was unclothed, it made a good contrast with the little triangle of black satin that covered her cunt completely, but the bra. Wow. It barely hid her nipples, leaving the rest of her breasts exposed to him. He bit his lip, wondering if she'd pop his hand if he reached out to touch her.
Mel dropped down to her knees doing a catlike crawl towards him with a grin. "These come off too."
She tugged the dark blue boxers down his thighs freeing his cock, leaving him bare in front of her. Mel leaned back, almost appraising before smiling again. "I guess that's one thing to check off the younger is better list."
"What are you-? Holy shit.." His cock twitched when she suddenly engulfed him in her mouth, her tongue lapping at the little bit of pre cum that was weeping from his head. "Mel…"
She didn't answer . She swirled the tip of her silky soft tongue around in tight little circles with an expertise. He shifted when she went down the shaft without even wrapping her lips around the base, then back up, her eyes watching the entire time.
Mel's mouth dipped down to lick his balls which Juice was even more grateful for being clean shaven. It made him that much more sensitive to her sucking each one in them letting it drop back out of her lips before she went back to his cock starting with sucking on just his head.
"Mel, I can't . . ." Juice's eyes shut as he felt his balls starting to tighten as she worked him down, deep throating him. "Oh my god . . . . God damn . . . this is . . Amazing. Fucking . . . yeah." His hands reached down, getting two handfuls of her red hair between his fingers, starting to thrust a little into the back of her throat. Judging from the moan she made, she liked it.
Then he was cumming. Probably the best orgasm of his short sex life. "I'm gonna go." He warned her, but she didn't stop bobbing her head faster, jacking off what didn't fit inside her mouth until the hot seed spilled into the back of her throat. Mel swallowed it all, watching him smugly as he let go of her hair to grip his own temples, toes curling in euphoria.
She waited until his breathing slowed to let him fall from her mouth. "You never had a blow job, Juice?"
"Not like that." Juice breathed, relaxing slowly as he came back down. "That was . . Damn."
Mel smirked up at him, gathering her legs up to stand again. "You want to take this to the bed then? See what else you haven't had 'like that'?"
"Yes. I mean . . yeah." Juice tried not to sound as eager as he felt crawling onto the side of the bed opposite of her.
She was on him again within seconds, kissing at his chest, feeling it beneath her palms. "You have a nice body, Juice." she commented between kisses before kissing her way back up to his mouth. "I knew it was going to be cut, but damn."
He felt a surge of pride. Working out had been his only saving grace from being a complete geek in high school. He had a hot guys body. "Yours isn't so bad either, babe." He pushed her onto her back to get a better feel.
His hands went to the tits he'd been dying to get his hands on for a while now. Too full, too perky. But they were still amazing beneath his calloused fingers. He traced the outline of the little bud of a nipple that was covered by the skimpy bra. "You wear this for me?"
"Mmmhmmm." Mel sighed, tilting her head for him to kiss at her neck. "You like it?"
"It'll look even better off." Juice dared to say, finding his niche with this older woman now. She wanted someone to make her feel sexy, he realized. "These too." He gave her panties a push that shoved them halfway down her thighs, giving him a look at the single strip of red hair. So hot.
He was getting hard again. Really hard just from this little bit of petting they were doing. He started to trail a hand down her stomach when she stopped him. "Uh uh. I want that amazing mouth of yours." She told him without a hint of embarrassment.
Juice gave her another kiss on the neck before sliding down. He could do this. He'd done this before. Twice. "Tell me what you want me to do."
Mel leaned up on her elbows as he settled between her legs kissing each thigh softly. "Keep going . . ."
He kissed the top of her pubic area, just above her clit before dipping his head down between her legs to suck in both of her lips at the same time, working them with his tongue. "Not as rough. Keep going with that." She whispered.
Mel smelled good, he noted just before parting her with his tongue. And tasted even better. "That's it. Tongue inside." She whined, her hips moving slowly against him. "Go up. Up . . . . Up!"
He used the tip of his tongue on her clit, giving it a gentle lick. "More of that." Juice slipped his middle finger inside of her, earning himself another loud whine. She was tight. She really had meant it when she said she hadn't had sex in forever. This was going to be good . . . . She would . . . ."Hey . . Focus." Mel touched his temple with a gentle touch.
Oh right. He was eating her out.
Juice rubbed his tongue over and over on her clit in the circle, giving her clit a suck when she moaned for him to. It was when he started working two fingers inside of her that she started to come undone for real.
"Yes! God . . that's it. My clit . . . oh god . . Oh god . . . Its been so long. Yes . . . yessss!" Mel's thighs were starting to tighten around his head, her fingers gripping his short black hair. "I'm coming . . . oh, Juice . . . Juice!"
Juice ran his tongue back down, hurrying to lap up the juices that were flowing out of her as she convulsed around his hand, loving this. It was amazing. The power he felt knowing he could make an actual woman scream. The two times he'd done this before had been with his ex, and she'd been too shy to do anything besides stuff a pillow over her face. But this . . This was good.
He gave the inside of her thighs a lick down when she pulled on his shoulders. "Now. I want you inside of me. C'mon. I want it. I want you."
Oh . . Oh how could he refuse that? She wanted him. This older, sophisticated woman wanted him of all people. "I need a condom. Hold on." he hated to pull away, but she grabbed onto his bicep stopping him.
"I'm on birth control. Just . . . Fuck me Now. Please. God, please."
Juice rolled back on top of her, quickly pushing her legs apart. This he didn't need instructions on. He thrust into her with a force that made her cry out and wrap her legs around his waist. "Oh fuck, Mel . . You're tight. You're really tight." Almost painfully so.
He held himself off of her on one elbow, working into her slowly, wanting to make this good for her. It was so hard not to just dive in and pound away. She was so fucking tight. And the heat, added with how slippery wet she was, was enough to make him swell inside of her all over again.
"You're not going to hurt me. Just . . . do it. Fuck me." Mel begged, urging him on with a flex of her hips, pulling him deeper inside of her.
She was loving this. No one had even attempted this in so long with her. She'd known this kid would be good. That he'd be hung. But he was being so nice. He wasn't giving her everything he had and she could tell he was holding back some still. "Let me get on top. Or get behind me. I need more."
That did it. He slammed into with a loud slap of their skin hitting each others, thrusting erratically as she bounced back against him, wriggling her ass to change it up every now and then. Moans and gasps were incoherent as they worked towards release. So good . . .
Mel dug her nails into his shoulders, breaking the smooth brown skin into little crescent shapes. "Harder. Yes . . Like that. Juice . . Baby . ."
He tucked his head beside hers, pounding hard, stretching her just to pull out and slam back in again. His pubic bone grinding against hers in this position was rubbing her clit, sending little shivers of pleasure through her body until Juice turned his face, biting hard on the nape of her neck. "There!" She whimpered, tilting her head for him, giving him a squeeze with her pelvic muscles tightening around him trying to clamp down on his cock.
He was rubbing against her g-spot, making her start to tremble and convulse. "Oh . . Not yet . . . . I wanted to . . ." She cut off the rest of her words, incoherent as she came with a cry, scratching down his back.
Juice felt her spasming on his cock, getting even tighter if that were possible. "That's it." He whispered, pushing into her a few more times before collapsing beside her on the bed.
"I want more." Mel rolled onto her side to look at him. "Hot damn . . . I never . . . Jesus . . . More."
Juice remembered that day like it was yesterday. It was the first time Mel brought him into her home, her life. It'd only got better since then. She took him in when Mrs. P couldn't. She taught him things Mrs. P definitely wouldn't. She also just took care of him, like she was now. Picking him up at the train station, bringing him home and feeding him, she didn't need to do any of that for him. Especially when her kid was home.
That was still a slippery slope for them. Her kid. He'd only met him a handful of times, but mostly Mel kept the two men in her life separate from each other. There were times when it was impossible to keep them from meeting, but they worked around it. There were times it was just too cold for Juice to stay in his car and Mel would left him stay over
Glancing over at Mel, he wondered what she was thinking about. If she was worried about the fact he and her son were currently sitting side by side eating the Christmas pancakes she'd made for them that morning. From her peaceful expression as she stared at the batter, Juice had a feeling it was something else.
That first night Juice stayed over was an eye opener for Mel.
It'd been snowing like a bitch all day and while she and her son, Jamie, were nice and toasty inside their home, she knew one person she cared about wasn't. Juice would be freezing in his car. He'd just told her the other day he'd been given the day off so she knew he wouldn't be at that diner he loved so much.
So, the maternal side of her won over and she went and found him. This was a big step, she and Juice had only been seeing each other for a few months now and here she was, inviting him into her home when her kid was there. Deep down, she was really hoping Jamie would like Juice, and vice versa. She knew at the time she'd really liked Juice, and wanted him to be around for a while.
Jamie was sitting on the couch, right where she left him, playing that god awful video game she'd wished he wouldn't play. "Sweetheart, I'm back. This is . . . my friend, Juan. He's going to be staying with us this weekend." She announced, hanging up her things. "Juice, that's Jamie, my son." She said over, taking his coat from him before motioning to take off his work boots.
Jamie didn't so much as look over to see who she was talking about. He was too wrapped up in his stupid video game. Glancing over, she noticed Juice was quickly entranced by the game and made his way over, asking Jamie all kinds of questions. Mel was amazed at the sight before her, at how quick Juice had just bonded with her son.
That wasn't the only thing she'd seen though. She saw two kids geeking out over a video game, two boys, neither a man yet. Juice was still a boy, and she was with him. Granted he was legal and plenty consenting, he was still a boy. Did she feel dirty when they were together? Not usually. Did little things he'd do remind her of the age difference? Sure. It didn't stop her from doing it again and again though.
Being with Juice was like having an addiction. He was young, sure, but he knew how to work his assets.
"Ma, did you see what Juan did? It's so cool!" She heard Jamie exclaim, returning her from her thoughts.
Glancing back, she saw that Juice had made a face out of his pancakes using the whipped cream and syrup. Jamie seemed to get a kick out of it, which made her happy. It was times just like this one where she was reminded of just how young Juice really was. No adult she knew would be making faces on their pancakes.
It was Christmas though, and she'd ignore the little voice in the back of her head that usually reminded her how bad this relationship was. Juice was gonna move onto someone his own age and leave her behind. He already was with that bitch from the diner. She'd seen how he'd looked at her. She'd saw how he'd gotten jealous over that boy the slut had gone to the movies with.
She had to figure out a way to squash that. Looking over at Juice, she smiled seeing him joking around with Jamie. These were her boys, and she wasn't going to lose Juice to some tight holed little bitch.
"Hey, Mel, how 'bout we open those presents now." Juice said out, picking up his and Jamie's plates.
Putting down her cooking supplies, she smiled and nodded. Taking the plates from him, she put them in the sink and turned back around in time to see Juice lift Jamie up over his head. "Super man's on his way to mount Christmas tree to find the treasure that was hidden away by Lex Luthor!" Juice said out, laughing as he hurried out of the room with Jamie squealing in laughter above his head.
Mel couldn't help but laugh as she followed them inside. Juice had carried him all the way to the tree before making a landing. Jamie was laughing up a storm as Juice handed him the first present of the many he had under the tree. Sitting on the couch, she watched as her boys opened their gifts.
This was how she wanted to spend her Christmas's every year. Her and her boys. She'd do anything to keep it that way. Anything.