In the first installment of Summer Seduction
The week dragged by in a torturous haze of half-hard anticipation and crushing guilt. Every time I heard a lawnmower start in the neighborhood, my pulse spiked, only to crash when I realized it wasnāt Brandonās. I kept replaying the shed in my mindāthe tight, humid dark, the way heād dropped to his knees like it was the most natural thing in the world, and how easily Iād let him. I told myself it was a one-time mistake. A moment of weakness.
But my body clearly hadnāt gotten the memo.
My son, Jeremy, had been spending time with his girlfriend, Emily, around the pool and not inviting our neighbor over, which meant I barely caught more than a distant glimpse of Brandon. Once, when he was taking out the trash shirtless, our eyes met across the fence. He gave me that same cocky little head tilt and slow smile that made my stomach flip. I quickly looked away, pretending to be very interested in the weeds at my feet.
I was forty-two years old, for fuckās sake. I should have more self-control than this.
Saturday finally arrived, hot and bright. Jeremy had left early for a day trip with Emily, telling me he wouldnāt be back until late. I was in the kitchen nursing a coffee when the familiar roar of the lawnmower ripped through the quiet morning.
My heart slammed against my ribs. I walked to the bathroom upstairs like a man in a trance, already knowing what Iād find when I parted the blinds.
Brandon was pushing the mower across our front lawn in nothing but those same red rugby shorts, earbuds in, muscles flexing under the morning sun.
Sweat already glistened on his skin. He looked up toward the house as if he could feel me watching, and even from this distance, I could see the knowing smirk that curved his lips. He didnāt wave. He didnāt need to. We both understood why he was here.
I stayed at the window longer than I should have, my hand absently pressing against the growing bulge in my shorts. The guilt was still there, gnawing at the edges, but it was no match for the raw hunger Brandon stirred in me.
When he finished the front lawn and disappeared around the side of our house toward the backyard, I forced myself downstairs. My heart hammered as I stepped out onto the patio just as he killed the engine.
Brandon wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm, his chest rising and falling. Up close again, he looked even better than I rememberedāsun-bronzed skin, faint tan lines peeking above those low-slung red shorts, and a visible sheen of perspiration tracing down his abs. He pulled out his earbuds and fixed me with that same intense stare.
āMorning, Michael,ā he said casually, like he hadnāt sucked me off in my shed just days ago. āLawnās looking good.ā
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. āYou didnāt have to do the whole front. I couldāve helped.ā The words felt ridiculous the second they left my mouth. We both knew why he was really here.
āHelped?ā Brandon stepped closer, the scent of fresh-cut grass, sweat, and something unmistakably him hitting me. A mischievous grin tugged at his lips. āIs that what weāre calling it now?ā His eyes flicked down to the obvious tent in my pants, then back up. āJeremyās gone all day, right?ā
āYeah,ā I rasped, my throat dry. āAll day.ā
Brandon didnāt waste another second. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his red rugby shorts and shoved them down, kicking them aside along with his shoes. His cock sprang free, already half-hard and curving upward. āLast one in the pool sucks the other off underwater,ā he challenged with a wicked grin, then turned and dove cleanly into the deep end.
I stripped faster than Iād ever moved in my life, my own cock throbbing as I hit the water. The cool shock did nothing to calm the fire in my veins.
Brandon surfaced right in front of me, water streaming down his face and chest. Before I could speak, he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a hungry kiss, his tongue pushing past my lips while his other hand wrapped around both our cocks underwater, stroking them together.
āFuck, Iāve been thinking about this all week,ā he breathed against my mouth. He spun me toward the side of the pool, pressing my chest against the warm tiled edge. I felt his slick cock nudge between my ass cheeks under the water, teasing my hole as he bit down on my shoulder.
One hand gripped my hip hard while the other reached around to jerk me off in long, slow pulls. The water made everything feel slippery and urgent. When he finally pushed inside me in one jarring thrust, I groaned loud enough that I prayed the neighbors werenāt home.