Chapter 5: “Held in Her Grip”

Will's heart pounded in his chest as he stepped through the front door of Suzanne's house, the pretense of forgotten tools hanging heavy in the air. The sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the hallway where they stood the day before, a silent testament to the simmering tension between them. Suzanne emerged from the kitchen, a vision of confidence and allure, her curves barely contained by her fitted sundress.

"Will, back so soon?" she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to echo in the quiet of the house.

He nodded, his words caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her. Suzanne closed the distance between them with a predator's grace, her eyes locked onto his. She pressed him against the wall, her hands splayed across his chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle beneath his shirt.

"I thought you might have left something behind," she said, her voice low and teasing, her body flush against his.

Will's breath hitched as he felt the swell of her breasts against him, the heat of her body seeping through the thin fabric of their clothes. His hands found her waist, hesitant at first, then gripping her more firmly as she began to roll her hips against his, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through them both.

Their breathing synced, growing heavier with each passing moment, the air thick with desire. Suzanne's hands roamed over his shoulders, down his arms, and back up to his neck, her touch electric. Will's cock strained against his jeans, aching for release, for her.

Suzanne broke the silence, her voice a whisper that seemed to vibrate through him. "Touch me, Will. I want to feel your hands on me."

With fumbling fingers, Will obeyed, sliding his hands up her sides, feeling the softness of her skin as he ventured under her top. Her breath caught as he explored her, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks.

Their movements became more frenzied, the dry humping against the hallway wall a delicious torture. Suzanne's moans filled the space around them, a symphony of lust and longing. She reached down, palming his erection through his jeans, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest.

"Fuck, Suzanne," he gasped, his self-control hanging by a thread.

She pulled back slightly, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Not yet, darling. But soon."

With a swift motion, she dropped to her knees, her hands deftly undoing his belt and pants, freeing his thick cock. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and licked her lips.

"I've been thinking about this since yesterday," she confessed, her voice husky.

Before Will could respond, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. He let out a shuddering breath, his hands instinctively going to her hair, tangling in the soft strands as she took him deeper into her mouth.

Suzanne sucked him with a fervor that left him dizzy, her head bobbing as she worked his shaft with her hand in tandem with her mouth. The sight of her, so poised and in control, on her knees for him, was almost too much to bear.

"Christ, your mouth feels incredible," Will panted, his hips bucking slightly as she hollowed her cheeks, increasing the suction.

She hummed in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the telltale tingle at the base of his spine signaling his impending release.

But Suzanne had other plans. She pulled back, leaving him throbbing and aching, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his cock. She stood, her eyes glinting with mischief, and took his hand, leading him to the plush sofa in the living room.

"I want you to fuck my tits, Will," she said, her voice commanding and confident.

Will's cock twitched at her words, his mind reeling at the thought of sliding between her ample breasts. He watched, entranced, as she lifted her dress, revealing her naked body beneath. She wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts full and heavy, nipples erect and begging to be touched.

He positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at the valley of her cleavage. Suzanne pushed her breasts together, creating a tight, warm channel for him to thrust into. The sight of his glistening cock emerging and disappearing between her tits was obscene, and it drove him wild.

"That's it, Will. Fuck my tits. Use them," Suzanne encouraged, her voice a siren's call.

Will rocked his hips, the friction of her soft skin against his cock sending jolts of pleasure through him. He reached down, gathering the wetness that leaked from his tip, and used it to lubricate the path between her breasts, making each thrust slicker, hotter.

Suzanne's eyes were locked onto his, her lips parted in a silent moan as she watched him lose himself in the pleasure of her body. She released her breasts, reaching down to stroke his balls, the added sensation nearly sending him over the edge.

"I'm close, Suzanne. So fucking close," he warned, his voice strained.

"Cum for me, Will. I want to see it," she purred, her hand moving faster, her other hand pinching and rolling her nipple.

With a final, desperate thrust, Will let out a guttural moan, his cock erupting, ropes of hot cum splashing across Suzanne's chest, marking her as his. The sight of his release on her skin was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen, and it milked every last drop from him.

Spent, he collapsed onto the sofa beside her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Suzanne lay back, a satisfied smile on her face as she traced patterns in the cum on her chest, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire.

"Next time, maybe I won't stop," she whispered, echoing her earlier promise.

Will turned to her, his eyes dark with promise. "There's going to be a next time?"

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that made his cock twitch with renewed interest. "Oh, there will definitely be a next time. And next time, I'm going to ride your cock until neither of us can walk straight."

The thought of Suzanne's body moving above him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, was enough to stir the embers of his desire back into a roaring flame. He reached for her, his fingers finding her wet and ready, and he knew that their next encounter was only a matter of time.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion, the house seemed to hum with the promise of what was to come. And when they finally parted ways, the air was charged with anticipation, a silent vow that their story was far from over.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a warm, golden light as Will left Suzanne's house, the taste of her still on his lips, the scent of their lovemaking clinging to his skin. He walked with a swagger in his step, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Suzanne watched from the window, her body still tingling from his touch, her heart racing with the knowledge that their desires were only just beginning to unfurl. She turned away from the window, her mind already wandering to the myriad of ways she would have him, the countless pleasures they would share.

And as the night settled in, the memory of their encounter lingered, a tantalizing prelude to the fiery passion that would consume them both, again and again.