#hader

“Maybe in a minute?” You whispered. He smiled a big toothy grin at you and kissed you once again. It immediately resumed the previous passion, and then continued to grow more and more desperate. You reached down to find him still naked and already very hard. You smiled into the kiss and climbed on top of him. He gasped slightly as you straddled him.

You never broke the kiss, not even when you began sliding up and down on his hard cock. You moved tantalizingly slowly, sliding up down his length while his tip rested on his stomach. 

“Oh honey. Please go faster.” He said, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise but not pushing you any faster than you are going. His words spur you on and you do as he asks. Both of you moaned in unison, with him whispering dirty things in your ear as you grinded on him. You threw your head back in ecstasy.

“Hon, I need to be inside you right now.” He said, not demanding but instead just matter-of-fact. You slipped him inside you immediately. You began to bounce on him, writing your name with your hips. You could feel every vein on his cock inside your walls. He took his hands off of your hips to smack your ass, and everytime he did so it sent a surge of pleasure through you. You began to falter as you approached your climax. He noticed and immediately started rubbing lazy circles on your clit, trying to throw you headfirst into it. It worked, and you came hard all over him. 

As you came down from your high, you felt him flip you over onto your stomach. You could feel the carpet under your feet as you realized you were hanging off of the bed, and you knew he was right behind you. He leaned over, pressing his chest to your back.

“Let me know when you are ready to continue.” He whispered into your ear. You smiled and gave him a weak thumbs up.

He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed back into you. It took no effort at all with how wet you were. He started with slow, deep thrusts, until he built back up to a steady pace. You felt the bed moving underneath you with each push. He leaned back over you, putting his hands underneath your stomach and pushing you into him.

“You feel so good wrapped around me like this.” He whispered into your ear. He continued with his relentless thrusts and you gripped the sheets tightly. You could feel yourself climbing back up to your peak everytime he hit that spot within you. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer and you hoped he was close too.

“Bill, baby, you’re going to make me cum.” You said. He groaned at the words and picked up the pace until it was almost animalistic. The coil in your lower stomach continued to tighten until all of sudden it broke and you came undone for the second time this morning. Your release prompted his own, and he expertly pulled out and came all over your ass.

He layed back down on the bed beside you while you both caught your breath. After a few moments you looked at one another and both started giggling. Something about him made you giddy; every second spent with him made you so happy you felt like you were in a cheesy rom-com and you never wanted it to end.

“Do you want something for breakfast?” He asked.

“Sure, but I would also like to use the shower if I can. Do you have anything for me to change into?” You asked.

His eyes lit up momentarily. “Sure, I’ll grab you something.” He said as he got up and began to gather some clothes. He pulled out a university t-shirt with some gray sweatpants. You were so distracted by the idea of him in gray sweatpants that you didn't even realize what university the shirt was representing, but you didn’t care. 

“I’m going to start making some pancakes.” He said as he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on your lips. He turned back and walked to the kitchen. You stood up for the first time since you got to his place last night, and you immediately noticed how wobbly you were. You said a silent prayer to whatever deity brought this man into your life.

You showered quickly as you were hoping to help him make the pancakes. You craved domestic bliss like this, and even if this didn’t last you did not want to give up an opportunity to experience it. You slipped into the clothes that he gave you and they were slightly baggy on you, and you walked into the kitchen, hair still wet but at the very least you brushed it.

He had his back to you but you could tell he was still covered in flour. He looked like he knew what he was doing, but could only do it by making a mess. He had his tongue peaking out from between his lips while he focused on the batter in the pan in front of him.

After mere seconds of deliberation you slipped behind him and wrapped your arms around him.

“How was your shower?” He asked, still concentrating hard on the pancake.

“Lonely.” You said.

He chuckled and flipped the pancake perfectly. He turned to look at you in his clothes and smiled again, but his eyes did not reflect the smile after looking at the shirt you had on and he turned his attention back to the pancake. 

It was then you looked down and noticed the shirt you had on. It was for the university that you went to. Did this mean he went there? Or worse, did he teach there?

“What’s wrong Bill?” You asked timidly.

He stiffened. “Nothing.” He turned back to you and placed the pancake on a stack on the counter. He cut a piece of butter and put it on top of the pancake stack before turning with the plate and giving it to you. He smiled, but it felt forlorn.

“Bill seriously, did I do something wrong?” You asked, worried.

“No! No, it’s not that, really, it’s nothing.” He said.

You knew he was lying but decided to take it at face value. You ate together semi-silently, occasionally speaking up about plans for the day or whatever came to your minds, like your favorite flowers, which for you were dahlias. His hand remained on your thigh as you ate, and he would sometimes squeeze it to make sure you knew you were being listened to.

You laughed for a while at an impression that he did of Clint Eastwood when you noticed the clock. “Shit. I’m going to be late for work.” You said and got up hurriedly to get your clothes off of Bill’s floor. You heard him chuckle as you ran to his room.

“I’ll drive you there.” He said.

“How am I going to get home?” You asked.

“When do you get off? I’ll just pick you up and drive you home. Or wherever you want to go.” He said sheepishly.

You smiled at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I get off at eight, don’t forget.” You said.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

~

Work was hell. You loved this job, but the idea of Bill sitting at home waiting for you to be off work was driving you up the wall, and Vic could tell.

“Thinking about Professor Dreamy?” They asked.

“Shut up.” You replied, half joking.

“Feisty today I see. Is this because you got laid and want to do so again?” They asked, smugly.

You looked at them with wide eyes before glancing over to the people that they were actively serving at the bar.

“I am so sorry about them.” You said to the customers while they just stared dumb-founded. You eventually found it within yourself to laugh when the little mousy server you loved came up to you once again.

“Um, y/n, that man asked to be seated in your section. I can call the police if you want.” They said.

You looked over at the man they were gesturing to and saw it was Bill. You giggled as you thought about Bill being handcuffed, when suddenly it wasn’t a joke anymore but an idea you were going to save for later.

“He’s fine, go ahead and seat him.” You told the server.

The server rushed over to him and sat him down at the same booth as the fateful night you two met. You smiled as you noticed he had a bouquet of flowers for you once again. 

“What are you doing here? I still have an hour left.” You said, smiling.

“I wanted to surprise my favorite waitress, and bring her a bouquet of flowers. I would have been here sooner but I had no idea where to get dahlias.” He said. You held back the urge to kiss him right then and there. You didn’t mind PDA, but with the addictive nature of this man, you knew it would be hard to stop regardless of where you were.

You smiled at him so wide you thought you must look foolish but you couldn’t help it. 

“Well, what did you want to eat?” You asked.

“Oh I’ll take whatever you think is good.” He said.

You decided to be bold and you leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I can be good for you.” 

You turned on your heel and left without looking back. You felt his eyes on you the whole way, and when you glanced over at Vic they gave you a thumbs up.

~

At the end of your shift, you clocked out and headed out to Bill’s car. He already had your favorite band playing and the car windows down. As you got in the car you gave him a quick kiss and buckled up.

“Where to, darling?” He said, and you tried not to get too flustered at the pet name.

“We can go back to mine tonight.” You said.

You gave him directions to your apartment. When he parked the car it was your turn to get out of the car at lightning speed. You practically sprinted to your door and unlocked it, so excited for the activities to come.

He walked closely behind you but when he walked in the door he did not feverishly rip your clothes off of you like you had hoped. Instead he walked around, talking about how nice it was in your apartment. As much as you agreed with him, that was not remotely what was on your mind. He sat down on your couch and you decided to offer him a drink.

“Would you like something to drink, Bill?” You said trying to not give away how desperate you were for him to fuck you on any piece of furniture that you owned.

“I’m okay honey.” He said. At his words you crossed over to the couch he was sitting on and sat next to him. You began to kiss him where his neck meets his jaw. His breath hitched as your mouth met his skin, but he stood still.

You pulled away. “Bill, seriously. What is wrong?” You asked.

“Why are you still seeing me?” He asked quietly.

The question surprised you. “What?”

“Why are you going out with me? I’m just a gross older guy, and you are so young and beautiful. You should be going out with someone your age.” He said. His words stung a little bit as he said them, and you could tell he didn’t like saying them either. He looked down at his hands on his lap.

“Bill. I’m still dating you because I really like you. I don’t care how old you are, you have no reason to be insecure.” You said.

“I know we haven’t gone out long, it’s just, I don’t want you to be doing this because you pity me.” He said.

“That’s ridiculous. I don’t like to waste my time, and I don’t think that’s what I’ve been doing with you Bill. I really like you and I want to see where this goes and it’s not because of your age or anything other than the fact that I think we really connect.” You said.

He finally looked back up at you. He smiled his beautiful toothy grin and placed one hand on your face. He slowly guided you into one of the most passionate kisses anyone has ever had. You weren’t sure how you could prove that other than that’s just how you felt about the kiss.

The kiss got more and more desperate. He began pulling on your shirt and you broke the kiss long enough to pull it off of you. You both got to work fiddling with each other’s belts until you finally got them undone and you began the heated kiss again. He slid his hand under the bra you were wearing; the same one from last night that you had to get off of his floor early today. He palmed your breast while you began pulling his pants down. Eventually you got him to take them off, as well as his boxers and shirt, leaving him in his socks. You made a mental note to tease him about fucking you in nothing but his socks but for now, joking wasn’t on your mind. 

He yanked off your pants with so much force he almost yanked you right off the couch. He tore the red panties you had on and threw them somewhere in the living room before hastily attaching his lips to your aching clit. He moaned at the taste and you threw your head back in pleasure from the vibration. He began sucking at your clit vigorously and then he started pumping one finger in and out of you. It was ecstasy. He added another finger and you felt yourself slipping farther and farther away in a world of pleasure. 

All of a sudden you crashed. You came hard and fast all over him, and it took a couple of seconds as you were coming down to realize you squirted all over him without warning.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry I didn’t warn you or anything.” You said frantically.

“You just squirted.” He said point blank, his eyes brimming with mischief.

“Yeah, I’ve actually never done that before. I didn’t know that I could.” You said.

“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He said, incredulously.

He stood up and as he did he picked you up bridal style, carrying you to your bedroom. It was a studio apartment so he found it with ease.

He set you down on the bed and you had about two seconds before you felt him line up with your entrance. You made eye contact with him, his pupils blown out making his eyes look black. You nodded and he slipped inside you. 

“Oh, honey, you feel so good.” He groaned into your ear. He began pushing in and out of you at a fast pace.

He felt like he was always meant for you, he fit just like a puzzle piece. He hit every inch of you perfectly, filling you up just right. It was almost scary how well you two fit together. You knew he had ruined you for every other person in the world; no one was going to be like him.

“Baby, I’m close.” He said after a few minutes of his dastardly pace.

“Me too.” You said.

He snaked a hand down to your clit and rubbed quick circles. He knew your body so well for only having had it all to himself once before.

You both came so fast. He pulled out and came all over your stomach.

He looked at you after a few seconds. “Where are the washcloths?” He asked, sheepishly.

You barely had the strength for words, so you pointed to the bathroom. He followed where you pointed and was back in a few moments to clean you up. After he did so he climbed into the bed next to you and wrapped his arms around you.