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“Too old for you,” Simon remarks as you approach him, mask hiked above his nose. He takes a swig of his bourbon, his disinterest evident.
"So you’ve said," you reply, rolling your eyes slightly before grinning and settling into the stool next to him at the empty bar.
He stares intently at the television in front of him, locked onto a local news channel.
But it’s clear he’s not watching to catch the latest on the new pizza place opening this Sunday or to hear the heartwarming story of the little boy who saved his dog from choking.
It was to avoid you.
"I know you're avoiding me, Simon," you simply say, eyes glazing over his hands that twitch slightly around his cold glass.
"What gave it away?" His tone is dry.
It would have made you run with your tail between your legs at his apparent disinterest if you didn’t know he was interested in you.
Even if he's pretending not to be.
You remember how hard he had gotten when you'd barely even touched him, manicured nails running across his shirt to get a piece of fuzz off, about had him bursting through his cargo pants.
Or when he practically whimpered your name to get him to come.
His issue lies more within himself.
More specifically, his age.
Thinks you should be with someone more your age and not some 'old brute' such as himself.
He basically lectured you all while he was on the verge of release while you were bouncing on his cock.
You laughed in his face.
He came hard.
After that, he left, leaving a note about how he thought it'd be best for you two to stop seeing each other so you could find someone more...what did he say?
"Age-appropriate."
You rolled your eyes at the note because you couldn't care less about how old he was.
You just wanted him.
And so, by God, you'll have him.
"Funny," you remark with a sarcastic tone, narrowing your eyes at his avoidance of eye contact.
He takes another swig of his drink, eyes still laser focused on the news station.
“Why won’t you look at me?” You ask, your frustration growing with each passing moment.
“Afraid you’ll claw my eyes out,” he says in a casual tone.
“I wouldn’t claw your eyes out,” you say matter-of-factly, resting your chin in your palm. “I’d do something more practical like…” You let your eyes scan the bar before lighting up as you spot a metal shaker.
Your eyes move to face him. “…hit the side of your head with that metal shaker,” you tip your head to the shaker behind the bar.
You’re sure you see his eyes crinkle from laughter.
"Ah, very practical," he says with a hint of humor.
"I told you so," you reply with a smile, chuckling at the sheer absurdity of it all.
Simon lets out a gravelly laugh, clearly amused by your delight.
This entire situation is utterly ridiculous, and you both know it.
Yet, instead of feeling uncomfortable, you find it all downright hilarious.
"Simon," you manage to say between fits of laughter, your fingers reaching up to wipe a tear of joy from your cheek.
"Mhm," he responds, briefly glancing at you before returning his attention to the television.
"I want you to fuck me," you say earnestly, shifting from playful to serious in an instant.
Your expression remains straight-faced.
Simon's head snaps around to meet your gaze, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"What?" He replies, his tone straddling the line between astonishment and intrigue.
You narrow your eyes. "You heard me."
His eyes stay fixed on yours, his lip quipping a bit.
"You want me to fuck you?" His voice is low and grumbly, almost arrogant.
"Wouldn't be the first time," you remark, teeth coming out to chew on your bottom lip.
He carefully assesses you for a moment, eyes lazily moving to watch your teeth chew on your lip. "I'm old," he lazily says.
As if that was supposed to deter you.
"And?" You prompt, hand coming to skim his knee over his cargo pants.
He lets out a ragged breath, fingers tightening around his glass of bourbon.
"Better be careful, sweetheart," he mutters through his tight throat.
Your hand moves up to brush against his thigh. "Why's that?"
"You're gonna start somethin' you can't finish," his eyes lock onto yours, dark and desperate.
You lean in closer, your tongue flicking out to moisten your lips, leaving a glistening sheen behind.
"Who says I can’t finish?" You tease, your hand inching nearer where Simon aches.
His breath is unsteady, and his pupils are dilated.
"You should know," you begin, wet lips hovering only inches away from his ear. "I always finish."
And that was it.
The straw that broke the camel's back.
Simon’s undoing, if you will.
His hands moved faster than you could speak as he grasped your wrist, throwing a twenty on the counter before leading you out of the bar and into the parking lot toward his truck waiting nearby.
He opened the passenger door, urging you to get in while he hurried to the driver’s side. With an impatient tug, he yanked the door open and slid into the seat.
“Take your pants off,” he mumbles as he throws the truck into gear to peel out of the parking lot.
“Where are we going?” You ask, your voice brimming with excitement rather than nervousness, as you eagerly slide your pants down and let them drop to the mat on the floor.
“You want me to fuck you,” his voice is gruff as he white knuckles the steering wheel seeing you in your pretty lace panties, easing towards a nearby empty lot. “I’ll fuck you.”
Oh, shit.
Your eyes widen at his straightforwardness, but it’s not from fear; it’s pure desire.
A flutter spreads in your stomach, and heat washes over your body.
“Come here,” he murmurs, shifting his seat back slightly to make room for you.
Without a word, you swing your legs over the middle console to straddle him as your hands reach his shoulders.
"You wear these for me?" He mutters as he snaps the elastic band of your panties back onto your sensitive skin, lips coming to skim against your shoulder blade.
You release a small moan at the sensation, fingers gliding through his hair with ease, a sense of familiarity within the touch. "Yeah," your voice is breathy as your eyes bore into his, awaiting his approval.
"Still so good for me," he breathes against your skin, scooting himself impossibly closer to you.
You can feel him straining through his cargo pants.
Your fingers fumbled from his hair to delicately unzip his zipper, slipping his pants and boxers down to reveal his, as you expected, very erect cock, already leaking pre-come.
"So wet, sweetheart," he gruffs as his finger trails to gently push aside your soaked panties.
Your body jerks forward at the feeling of his rough, cold finger spreading you to accommodate his cock.
"Grab my shoulders," he advises, as he brushes the head against your aching clit before pushing himself into you, your cunt swallowing him whole.
You let out a deep moan at the feeling of him in you while he rips his mask off before leaning forward and capturing your lips in a rough, deep kiss.
His fingers find your waist, digging deep into the fat as he helps you find a good pace.
You're losing your mind, already feeling euphoric.
His grunts merge with your whines, slipping out of both your mouths, sloppily swapping spit and nips from your teeth.
You grip his shoulders tighter as you speed up your pace, grinding and bouncing on him with intention, trying to get the knot in your stomach to finally unravel.
He can't even think straight; all his words are reduced to guttural grunts or quiet curses spilling for his tongue and into your mouth.
"I could be your father," he hisses, a hint of disgust creeping into his voice just as he's about to come.
You don't even focus on what he's saying as you feel yourself edging closer and closer to release, just a little more.
"Please, please," he chokes out, voice shaky.
He's begging, no pleading for you to squeeze him dry.
Drain him for every last drop he has to offer.
And so you do.
You wail as you come, as he throws his head back on the headrest, shaking with relief.
You're still coming down from your highs before Simon mutters a strained, 'Should we go again?'
You let out a breathy laugh, hissing as his cock moves against you. "You sure do have a high libido for an old man," you tease, voice hoarse.
His eyes meet yours instantly, a lazy smirk growing on his lips.
"You have no fuckin' idea."