The Gardener, Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Gardener, Part 2

... dangerous and he has this serious look that tells me there is only one thing on his mind now. After a while he excuses himself and gets up from the table and as I watch him walk away I wonder what he's up to. That's answered a few minutes later when my phone beeps. The text simply says, Get out here. "I have to get this. It's important." I say to my mum as I wave the phone, "I'll be right back." "Okay, honey." she says cheerfully. I stand and walk in the direction Matt took. I pass the entrance but still don't see him. I'm about to go back when a hand snakes out and grabs my arm pulling me into a room I quickly realize is a cleaning closet. He backs me against the door and is about to kiss me when I raise a hand to stop him. "No," I say. He frowns, "No?" I step around him and he turns to face me. "Are you kidding?" he asks. "No," I answer as I place my hands on his chest and push him back against the door, "I want you," he croaks. "You can't want me," I say as my hands slide down to undo his button. "You can't touch me." I slide down his zipper, "And you especially can't kiss me," I say huskily as I push down his trousers. I look down and grin. "Pictures don't do it justice," I say as I drop to my knees. I look up at him and lick my lips and a smile spreads at the dumbstruck look on his face. When I run my tongue along his shaft his breath catches in his throat and when I give a little suck on the tip he groans and places a hand on my head. I brush it off and roll the tip of ...

... my tongue in slow circles around the head of his twitching dick. "Leah," he sighs, "Please." Ha ! my mind shouts. Got you ! With an easy pull, I suck him in as far as I can take him. It's not much, barely half way, I reckon, but he is big, easily nine plus inches. I slowly pull back scraping my teeth gently along him and try again. This time I suck him in so far he hits the back of my throat making him groan with pleasure. I pick up the rhythm, sucking and scraping, back and forth, deeper and deeper until all he can do is pant and moan. My hand slips up to play with his balls as my tongue dances lazy circles around his tip. I taste the pre-cum and my heart beats faster. I return to the rhythm I had a few seconds ago and feel him tighten. With a smile I suck him right down the back of my throat where he comes with an explosive force. "Oh fuck..." he moans as he thrusts his hips forward. It shoots right down my throat, not a drop wasted and I swallow it and pull my mouth away. Still on my knees I look up at him. He looks peaceful, relaxed, nothing like he seemed a moment ago. I stand up and take a step back, and when he looks at me I use my thumb and index finger to wipe the corners of my mouth. I don't have to do it but somehow it just seems like the right thing to do. "Leah..." he says as he steps towards me. I raise my hand to stop him. "You should go. They'll be wondering where you've got to." He hesitates but then pulls up his trousers and turns for the door. "This isn't ...