One Missed Call [In collaboration w/ Rabblelaid] (Patreon)

Story written by Rabblelaid who writes juicy stories and was lovely to work with! If you enjoy erotica, you should check him out! This collaboration has been fun to work on together. Rabblelaid Links:PatreonLiteroticaShoutout/Thanks to the Patron who let me know about this opportunity!

“I mean, you’ve heard my thoughts on this a dozen times,” said Maya with a sigh, scooping up her husband’s plate from the coffee table and running it to the kitchen with hers. “I feel like it’s going to be a distraction to have some guy smashing apart our bathroom while I try to get work done.”Greg gave her a look. The one he used when he thought she was being difficult. A raised eyebrow and pursed lips. Not his most attractive expression. “Yeah, and you’ve also told me a dozen times that you don’t like using a bathroom that was last redone in the seventies, so something’s got to give, sweetheart,” he said archly. Maya sighed and spritzed some dish soap onto the plates, scrubbing at them irritably with a sponge. Normally, she would have had some sort of comeback to that, but this time Greg was right. The bathroom was fucking hideous, and now that they had a little more money from Greg’s new consulting work, renovating it made sense as a first step in improving the creaky old home they had bought. “I mean, you’re right,” said Maya with a shrug. “I won’t mind it once we have a new bathroom. It’s just… I’m not thrilled about having some random bathroom dude around the house with me all day.” Greg laughed, leaning back on the couch and pulling out his phone. “Well, honey,” he said ruefully, “You didn’t marry a handyman. It’s either ‘some random bathroom dude’ or no remodel.” |Maya grimaced a little, glancing toward her husband as she rinsed the plates off. Well, he wasn’t lying about not being a handyman. Greg needed to look up a video tutorial before he changed a lightbulb. It was harder to imagine a man less stereotypically masculine than her lanky, goofy husband. Most of the time, that didn’t matter to Maya at all. Greg was funny, sweet and incredibly intelligent. Not to mention an excellent provider ever since his consulting work had taken off. His hard work was the reason they even had a bathroom to remodel at all. But there were times that Maya wished he would at least try to step up. If not for a full bathroom remodel, then at least for things like changing the oil in their cars. Maya did her best to smile and put her discomfort to the side. “You’re right,” she said lightly, moving back to the couch and snuggling into her husband’s shoulder. “It won’t take long, and then we’ll finally have a nice guest bathroom.” She forgot about her objections for the rest of the evening and just enjoyed her husband’s company. He was probably right anyway. Whoever he had hired was no doubt a complete professional who knew how to keep things from getting awkward when they worked in someone’s home. … Noah pulled his rusty work truck up to the address that his dad sent him and threw it into park, giving the old home a dubious look. The place didn’t have bad bones, he had to say. Although if the guy who owned it was hiring someone else to do a bathroom reno, then it was probably as poorly maintained. Apparently, the nerdy owner had even paid them to do the demo, and that part was so easy that anyone could do it! Noah’s old man had already declared his intention to charge the clueless sucker double what the renovation would normally cost, and Noah wouldn’t be shocked if the owner paid. Some guys were just born victims. Noah got out of the truck and stretched, wincing a little at the bright mid-morning sun. He had tied on a few too many last night. But that was the fun part of being young! Noah was a tall, burly twenty-two, and right now the women at the local college bars simply couldn’t get enough of his rough-edged looks. He wasn’t going to pass up the chance for some pussy just because he had a job in the morning. Luckily, this job was dead simple, and today’s work was just demolition. Noah could have done it in his sleep, let alone hungover. The only hard part would be talking to the customer. Noah didn’t really have patience for mealy-mouthed effeminate wimps, but his Dad was the boss, and he insisted that customer service was key. Noah made his way to the house and rang the doorbell, sucking his teeth and wiping away a little sweat that was beading on his brow. He hoped that they had good AC. He was already feeling a little overheated. But who was he kidding? Rich wimps like this guy always kept their houses ice cold in the summer. The rich wimp in question opened the door with a self-important frown on his thin, pale face. Noah immediately disliked the look of this client. He was the sort of guy who had a thousand criticisms despite not knowing his ass from his elbow when it came to renovation, Noah could just tell. Still, he put on his best smile, saying, “Morning! I’m here from Conroy Remodel for your bathroom project.” The man pushed his glasses up his nose, then looked down it at Noah as he said in an accusatory voice, “Morning? Barely. I thought you said you would be here at ten! You’re almost two hours late. I asked for the morning off from work so I could see you get started, but they’re expecting me back after lunch!” Noah squinted and sucked his teeth. He felt a sudden temptation to tell this weaselly little dude where to stick it. But he held himself back, if only barely. It wasn’t worth the trouble. “Sorry, buddy,” he grunted finally, with an insincere smile, “I was just finishing up another job, and it took a little longer than I expected.” A bald-faced lie, of course. The job that Noah had just come off of had been sleeping off a hangover with a nine in his bed. But the wimp at the door backed down immediately. Obviously. The client pursed his lips and let out an irritable sigh, but he had nothing else to say. He stood back and waved Noah into his home. From that moment, it was all the same song and dance that Noah was used to at work. Giving a layman’s explanation of what he would be doing, making something up about how this job would be especially tricky in order to justify it when his dad jacked up the price far beyond his initial quote. Typical stuff. It looked like it was going to be another boring, brain-dead job. Then she walked in.Forget the eights and nines that Noah normally took home from the bars; this woman was a straight-up ten. Or maybe she just felt that way because she was an older woman who clearly belonged to someone else… Noah always did like a challenge. But even if Noah was grading on a curve, this chick was absolutely red-hot. Slim and pretty, with long, shapely legs that filled out the leggings she was wearing in a way that made Naoh’s mouth water. She even had a sort of sexy librarian thing going on with her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and glasses. Suddenly, this job looked a lot more interesting… … “Hey, honey, are you sticking around for lunch?” asked Maya as he turned the corner near the bathroom, “Because I’m about to order something, and I need to know if…” She was brought up short when she realized that she and Greg were no longer alone in the house. The contractor had been so late she had already written him off as not coming today, but here he was, looming over Greg as they both stood in the doorway of the bathroom. He was big. At least six foot four, if Maya had to estimate. Broad-shouldered too… It wasn’t that Maya was checking him out of something, but the younger guy in the bathroom doorway just had a certain presence. Something about his stance and attitude made his size impossible to ignore. Maya was struck speechless for a second… and she noticed that the stranger in her home was getting just as good a look at her as she had of him. His sharp blue eyes darted downward, taking in Maya’s legs and making her wish she had thought to wear something other than leggings today. Even though this strange man had just clearly checked out his wife, Greg didn’t seem to notice. “Oh, hey Maya. The contractor is here. Finally,” he said passive-aggressively. “I can see that,” said Maya warily. Something seemed off to her about the contractor. And it wasn’t just the fact that he had checked her out a moment before. As annoying as it was to say, that hadn’t surprised her at all. She was sure a lot of men would have the same reaction. But the way that the bearded younger man kept staring at her put her on edge. It didn’t feel like he was sorry for checking her out. In fact, she could see keen interest in his eyes, undiminished by the fact that she was his client’s wife. “Name’s Noah,” said the huge man, holding out a hand to shake. Maya looked down at it, and for a moment, she considered ignoring the offer. Then, with a grimace, she decided that ignoring him would probably make things into a bigger deal than they needed to be. She accepted the handshake, feeling his warm, calloused hand engulf hers in a firm squeeze before withdrawing. “Maya,” she said dryly. “Greg,” said her husband, holding his hand out as well. Maya could tell by the wince on her husband’s face when Noah shook his hand that Noah was significantly less gentle with Greg than he had been with her. “Anyway,” said Maya, eager to get this strange, awkward introduction over with and retreat somewhere where the contractor couldn’t stare at her creepily, “Are you sticking around for lunch, Greg? I’m ordering.” Greg sighed and crossed his arms, pursing his lips in annoyance. “No, I think I had better get back to work,” he said grumpily. “Noah here has just been telling me that today will just be demolition anyway, so there isn’t really much to supervise.” Maya felt a little tickle of unease, glancing back toward Noah once again, whose piercing blue eyes were still fixed directly on her. If she was a little uncomfortable before with the plan for the contractor to work on the bathroom while she was at home working, the odd energy pouring off Noah only gave her more pause. The younger man gave her the same feeling that she used to get when she was out dancing and some man on the dance floor locked onto her. She hadn’t been dancing in years, but the feeling of laser-focused male attention was impossible to forget. Of course, back then she had revelled in driving boys crazy like that, but here in her own home, with her husband only feet away, Noah’s obvious interest was stunningly inappropriate. “Are you sure, honey?” She asked brightly, approaching her husband and placing a hand on his shoulder, unconsciously emphasizing their connection in front of the rude young man. “You could use a day off work anyway.” Unfortunately, Greg wasn’t always the best at reading social situations, and he hadn’t noticed the way the contractor was staring at his wife. Like usual, he didn’t take the hint. “Yeah, unfortunately, I gotta go,” he said with a smile, giving Maya a brief peck on the lips. “Text me if you need anything!” He turned to Noah with a tight smile, still clearly annoyed at the contractor for his lateness. “That goes for you, too. Let me know right away if anything comes up.” Noah gave him a lazy salute and an insolent grin. “You got it, boss.” Then Greg was headed out the door with a wave, leaving Maya and Noah alone in the hallway outside the bathroom. The smile that Noah turned toward Maya seemed anything but professional. Even worse, though she wouldn’t admit this under pain of torture, she actually thought that the younger guy was kind of hot. He was the sort of man she would take home for an ill-advised one-night stand when she was younger. Obviously, that didn’t make her feel the least bit tempted. She was committed to her husband. But it did mean that she felt a little flare of heat when this cocky working man stared her down with his thoughtful, hungry gaze. “Anyway,” she said briskly, avoiding his eyes and turning toward her home office, “If you could keep it down as much as possible, I would appreciate that.” Noah rolled his broad shoulders in a muscular shrug. “I’ll do my best,” he rumbled with a grin, “but demo can be loud. No promises.” Maya opened her mouth to say something else, then closed it with a snap, deciding that it would be better to limit her conversation with this rough, rude man as much as she possibly could. She turned and made her way back to her home office and closed the door behind her, breathing a sigh of relief. For a moment, she considered texting Greg and telling him that the contractor was being inappropriate. But she dismissed the idea as soon as she had it. Greg could be kind of oblivious, and he would just say she was overreacting if all she was going off of were vibes. She ordered her lunch instead and did her best not to even think about the burly hunk dismantling her bathroom. … The cute brunette wanted him. Obviously. Noah could see it in her eyes. In the nervous way she played with her hair when he looked at her. She wasn’t comfortable with wanting him, yet of course. She looked like the stubborn type who would hold on to morals and propriety for far too long. But that was a minor issue. If hubby headed off to work each morning and left them alone all day long for a whole week, then the game was already over as far as Noah was concerned. It wouldn’t be his first time. There were a lot of housewives he had met over the past few years of work who were delighted to entertain a strapping young man like Noah during the long, sweaty working hours. Some of them practically jumped his bones fright from the start. But others, like this leggy little slut, needed to be shown what they secretly wanted. But Maya was playing hard to get. She scurried out of the room a few minutes after Noah got there to pick up some food from the front door, but all that he got from that was one suspicious glare over her shoulder as she retreated back to her room and shut the door behind her. Noah gave her an hour. He had already put her guard up by staring at her earlier. That was all part of the dance. He wanted her to know he was interested, even if it did make her nervous. But nervous was one thing, and panicked was another. Noah waited for her to calm down a little as he got started with his sledge hammer, getting rid of the ugly green tile covering the bathroom walls. When about an hour had passed, he made his next move. First, he fixed his hair in the bathroom mirror, then made his way to the door where Maya had disappeared and knocked. A moment later, the beautiful brunette barely opened the door, glaring at him through the crack as she snapped, “Yes? What is it?” Noah had to keep himself from laughing. Her insistent, prickly, tough-girl act was actually sort of cute. Especially because of how her eyes were wandering as she peeked through the doorway. Apparently, she couldn’t stop herself from checking out the muscles beneath his thin, sweat-soaked undershirt. But right now, he needed to lay on the charm and reassure her, and laughing would do the opposite of that. “Sorry to disturb you, ma’am,” he said softly. “I was just wondering if I could get a glass of water. Forgot my water bottle today.” Another lie, of course. But he had left the bottle in the truck for just this purpose. Maya looked conflicted for a second, but seemed to reluctantly decide that the request was too reasonable to just rudely deny. “Here,” she said irritably, pushing past him and gesturing for him to follow. “I’ll show you where the glasses are, and you can just help yourself from now on.” “Yes, ma’am,” said Noah as he followed, his eyes focused on the way her tight ass pressed against her leggings. All he needed was one conversation to get his foot in the door, and then he could start convincing her to give in to the desires she was stubbornly denying. … Maya led the way to the kitchen, roiling internally with discomfort. She had hardly been able to get any work done today, hearing that big brute smashing up her bathroom just down the hall. The way he had looked at her right in front of her husband just didn’t sit right with her. Who did the cocky piece of shit think he was, anyway? It really shouldn’t have gotten under her skin that much, but the memory of his sharp blue eyes kept flashing through her mind, no matter how hard she tried to focus on other things. When he had actually knocked on the door, she had nearly had a heart attack. Now all that Maya wanted to do was get him his fucking glass of water, retreat into her room again, and hopefully put the cocky young contractor completely out of her mind. In the kitchen, Maya was quick to pull open the cupboard and grab a glass for Noah, shoving it toward him and preparing to make an excuse and leave. But before she could, Noah took the glass from her with a grin, his hand brushing against hers as he said, “So what are you doing shut up in that room all day? You can come out and hang out around your house if you want. I promise I don’t bite.” Maya scoffed, crossing her arms. It would probably be better to ignore him, but she couldn’t just let this slide. “I’m not hiding,” she said in a chilly tone, raising one eyebrow. “I’m working. That’s my home office, not some sort of panic room.” “Oh, cool,” said Noah with a grin, completely ignoring her annoyed tone. He turned on the tap and filled his glass while still locking eyes with her, asking, “What do you do for a living? Must be some sort of boring office work if you can manage it from a computer.” “Graphic design, actually,” said Maya dryly, shifting her weight to cock a hip. “A little bit more complicated than swinging a hammer, even if I can ‘manage it from a computer’.” Noah laughed and took a sip of the tap water, leaning back against the counter like he owned the place. “Artsy girl! I love it. But hey, you would be surprised how tricky my job can be sometimes.”Now it was Maya’s turn to laugh. Despite herself, she was getting drawn further into this conversation. There was something… compelling about the antagonistic spark between them, even if she did still think he was a creep for the way he stared at a woman he knew was married. “Oh yeah?” she asked challengingly, “What’s so tough about breaking tile with a hammer, tough guy?” “Not so much that part as dealing with the customers,” said Noah with a wink. Maya flushed a little. She didn’t like the way that Noah’s pushy, flirty attitude made her feel. It was like a sort of magnetism, pulling her against her will. She needed to cut this off before the strange tension between them made her snap. “It’s not that complicated,” she said flatly. “Just ignore me and try not to make too much noise.” “No, you’re cool… but I’ve had some crazy clients in the past,” said Noah with a rough chuckle. The words were an invitation, and the smarter choice would have been to ignore them altogether. But something about his tone drew Maya further in. The words left her lips before she even realized she was going to speak. “Oh yeah, like what?” Noah shrugged lightly, draining the rest of his glass. “Oh, you know. Bored housewives home alone with a strapping young man. Some of them get funny ideas,” he murmured with a smirk, his blazing eyes locked with hers. “Careful…” said Maya warningly, already not liking where this was headed. But Noah didn’t stop, he kept talking in a low, raspy tone that set Maya’s teeth on edge at the same time that it somehow drew her in. “There’s just something too tempting about a chance to fool around when their husband will never ever know.” He pushed himself off the counter, and Maya’s breath caught as he loomed over her, his powerful masculine presence suddenly overwhelming. She stared up at him with wide eyes and felt a traitorous, primal part of herself react to his aggressive confidence. “Just the other week, a married woman dropped to her knees and sucked my cock,” whispered Noah, as if he was telling a juicy secret. “And her husband never suspected a thing. Hell, he tipped me extra at the end of the job because he was so impressed with my work.” Maya was so stunned by the demeaning, inappropriate, outrageous statement that for a moment she couldn’t speak. Rage and confusion and intimidation and inappropriate arousal warred inside her for a scrambled moment. Then rage won, crashing over her in a blazing tidal wave. Her hand flashed out, cracking against the younger man’s face, only slightly cushioned by his beard.“How fucking dare you!” she hissed, incensed beyond belief that she was being disrespected this way in her own home. Worse, although Noah had reached up to rub his stinging cheek, he still wore a cocky grin that told her he hadn’t given up yet. Maya opened her mouth to unleash a tirade that would show this cocky young asshole exactly what she thought of him… And that’s when they both heard the key in the door. Maya glanced toward the entryway just in time to see her husband coming through the front door. Their eyes met, Greg taking in her and the contractor standing in the kitchen. Maya had a choice to make. She could tell her husband that the contractor had just propositioned her and turn this into a massive ordeal, getting Noah and possibly his entire company kicked off the project. But something held her back. She glanced back at the infuriating young man with a grimace, who, for the first time, looked a little uneasy. If she went crying to Greg, it would look like she couldn’t take care of herself. Like she was intimidated or even tempted by this clown. She didn’t want to start that fight. She made her decision in a split second. She wouldn’t bring up Noah’s inappropriate conversation to her husband. She would just get his number from Greg later and give him a private warning to get his head straight before he returned. “Hi, honey,” said Greg cheerfully, nodding to Noah as well. “I told my boss that the contractor was a little later than I thought, and he gave me the afternoon off to come see how it’s going.” “That’s great,” said Maya, painting her face with a false smile. “I was just getting him a glass of water.” “Things have been really productive today so far, sir,” said Noah with a broad smile, his eyes glittering with unrepentant mischief as Maya glared daggers at him. “I think you’ll be surprised.” … You have one new message. BEEP Noah, right? This is Maya. The woman you were harassing today. I got your contact information from my husband’s phone. I just wanted to make one thing absolutely crystal clear to you. What you did was beyond disrespectful. Disgusting really. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, coming on to a married woman in her own home. I mean, who do you think you are? You really thought if you flexed your muscles and mumbled something about wanting your cock sucked, I would fall to my knees? Pathetic. To me, you’re nothing but an immature, rude little boy barking up the wrong tree. The only reason I’m calling you in private instead of telling my husband all about your disgusting little attempt to get into my pants is that he has enough to deal with right now. So take the hint. Finish up your work in the bathroom and leave me alone. I don’t expect us to speak again after this. Try to be a better person on your next job, so no one else has to make a call like this again. … The next day, Greg went to work on time in the morning, so it was Maya’s responsibility to let Noah in. For a moment, as she opened the door, Maya was filled with prickly, defensive anger, worried about how he might respond to the thorough dressing down she had given him over the phone. Would he ignore her warning and keep flirting with her? Would he be angry? But all that Noah did as Maya opened the door was look her straight in the eyes and nod in greeting. Thankfully, his eyes never dipped to observe her body. True, there was a faint smirk on his face as well, but Maya was willing to bet that that was just a typical feature of the man’s expression. It probably helped that Maya had selected a thick sweater and baggy jeans for her outfit today. She had wanted to give Noah every discouraging signal she could. It seemed to have worked. Without even a word exchanged between them, Maya retreated to her home office and locked the door behind her, congratulating herself on being scary enough to keep a young, rude horndog at bay. But Noah still lingered in her mind as she tried to get some work done that morning. It was hard to forget about him when the sound of cracking and shattering tile filled the house. Maya found herself getting more and more annoyed as the morning wore on. At herself, mostly, because she wasn’t able to just let things go. But she also found herself getting upset at Noah. He didn’t even have ANY response to her voicemail? Just silence and neutrality? Maya was happy that Noah had given up on the foolish attempt to seduce her that he had tried the first day, but the fact that he instantly dropped it also made her feel like he hadn’t really given a shit in the first place. It was strange to feel insulted by that, but Maya couldn’t help her unconscious reaction. Was she absolutely positive that there hadn’t been any heat in his eyes at the doorway? Had his eyes flicked down her body once again, even for a moment? Maya’s memory twisted and shifted in her mind as she stewed. She wanted to forget about him completely and focus on work, but she just couldn’t. As infuriating as it was to consider, Noah was stuck in her mind. Finally, after about three hours of the constant sounds of work from the bathroom down the hall, Maya had had enough. She decided that she would head down to the kitchen to get her own drink of water. And on the way there, she would… inspect the work that was being done. Just that brief check-in would tell her everything she needed to know. If Noah was rude or flirty, she would know he hadn’t given up, and if he was scared and evasive, she would know she had won. Either way, she would be able to stop thinking about it. Feeling a little silly, but unable to help herself, Maya unlocked the door of her home office and slowly made her way down the hallway toward the kitchen. For some reason, as she approached the doorway to the bathroom, her heart was in her throat. She tried to get a grip and remind herself that this was her house and it wasn’t strange to visit her own kitchen, but she still felt strangely guilty as she reached the doorway and glanced inside, trying her best to look casual. Maya stopped dead as she saw Noah inside, her eyes going wide and butterflies erupting through her stomach. Noah had apparently decided that the work was a little too hot today, because he had removed his shirt. Maya’s eyes took on a life of their own. She couldn’t have stopped them if she tried. Her gaze roamed over Noah’s body, which was tanned, toned, and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The younger man’s body was the kind she expected to see in some sort of pinup rather than her own bathroom. Greg went on runs and kept himself decently fit, but there was just no comparison between her thin, trim husband and this younger man’s body. He had abs. Fucking abs! “Can I help you with something, Miss?” asked Noah with a grin, leaning his hammer against the wall and crossing his arms over his impressive pecs. Maya caught herself with a flush of guilt. She had been staring with her mouth open at this half-naked man for far too long without speaking. No, not just staring. Ogling. She realized with horror that a spark of heat had flared up inside her at the sight. No matter how much she wished it wasn’t true, Noah had just made her hot and flustered. She did the only thing she could think of in the circumstances. She went on the attack. “What do you think you’re doing?” she snapped, hoping that her angry tone would hide the blush that had crept into her cheeks. Noah just shrugged, an insolent grin spreading across his handsome face. “I’m working. What are you doing?” That just made Maya even more flustered. He had a point after all, it was clear from the state of the bathroom and the sweat gleaming on his tanned skin that he had been hard at work all morning. But she couldn’t show weakness now. “I’m trying to go get a drink from my kitchen,” blustered Maya. “I wasn’t expecting to have to see a half-naked man lounging around. I told you very clearly yesterday that I expected no more… advances.” Noah gave her a flat, unimpressed stare. He was silent for a moment, letting Maya stew in her embarrassment and unwelcome arousal as he leaned back against the wall, a movement that made his muscles ripple distractingly. “Listen lady,” he said gruffly, as if explaining to a child, “If it gets hot, I take off my shirt. You’re the one who told me that you planned to hole up in your room and not come out. I didn’t even know you would be seeing me.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Besides, I think we both know what you’re actually mad about.” His dismissive attitude only made Maya more annoyed, and, strangely, more turned on as well. This was becoming exactly the type of situation she had been trying to avoid, but she couldn't help herself from engaging. If she just walked away at this point, it might look like a surrender. “Don’t talk like you know me,” she said angrily, taking a step into the bathroom and thrusting an outstretched finger toward Noah’s unimpressed face. “Because you don’t.” Noah ignored her outburst completely, staring her in the eyes as he continued in a calm, amused voice, “You’re mad because I turn you on, and you think I shouldn’t be able to. You’re mad because ever since I brought up that bored housewife sucking my cock yesterday, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about what it would feel like if you did the same thing. Maya backed away a step, her arm falling to her side. Once again, this infuriating young prick had managed to render her speechless with the absolute audacity of his degrading assumptions. What made it worse was that he was actually right. At least about the first part of what he said. She hadn’t actually been thinking about what it would be like to suck his cock. Not until now. “You’re sick!” she finally managed to hiss angrily. “I would never do… something like that with anyone but my husband!” Noah just scoffed and shook his head. “Come on Maya. Don’t try to tell me that you’re giving your husband head on a nightly basis. Our little conversation yesterday was the first time you had thought about sucking cock in quite a while, wasn’t it?” Maya was red from the roots of her hair all the way down to her chest, and felt jittery and overwhelmed from the anger pulsing through her. Worse than that, standing here while a half-naked man spouted such filthy ideas and concepts had turned up the heat on the arousal boiling inside her as well. She realized now that even leaving her room was a mistake. Somehow, this cocky prick had gotten under her skin once again. She needed to get herself out of this conversation, even if it meant running away. ‘Leave me the fuck alone,” she snarled, then turned and hurried back down the hall to her room, completely forgetting that she had supposedly been going to the kitchen. “You’re the one who talked to me,” Noah called after her. Fuck! He was right again! … Maya didn’t reemerge from the room for the rest of the day. Noah didn’t push it. It was clear that he was already taking up a lot of space in Maya’s mind, and the last thing he wanted was to push her so far that she decided to run to her husband. So Noah finished up and headed home without speaking to her again, ready to let her stew in her feelings for a while. Even a couple of days if necessary. This reno job would last at least for the rest of the week, and as long as he was balls deep in Maya by the time the job was done, he would be happy. But that night, Maya surprised him. Just as Noah had cracked open a beer and pulled some leftover pizza out of the microwave, he received a message from the number he had saved in his phone as “Leggy Librarian”. [This isn’t a joke to me. You need to leave me alone.] Noah shook his head with a chuckle, taking a deep drink of beer as he read and re-read the words. It was kind of cute, actually. This poor woman wanted him so badly that she was afraid to speak to him in person anymore. She thought she would be able to stop the spiral of attraction between them by sending him a grumpy text. Noah's cock grew stiff as he composed a reply, beginning to tent up his basketball shorts. If this married slut couldn’t even ignore him for one evening, then it was only a matter of time until she was sucking his cock for real instead of just talking about it. If she hoped that this text conversation would help to calm herself down and scare him off, she was underestimating him. [I don’t think this is funny either. Having a hottie like you obsessed with sucking my dick is a huge turn on for me.]Noah snickered as he pressed send. He could just imagine the furious look on Maya’s face… and the secret arousal she would be desperate to hide. If she thought she could cover up how horny she was after her little display this afternoon, she was crazy. She had practically been drooling when she stared at his chest If she was really trying to avoid getting involved with him, then a message like the one he had just sent would put her off so badly that she wouldn’t text him back. But Noah was pretty confident that she would reply, and he wasn’t disappointed. [Disgusting and pathetic. Repeating something again and again doesn’t make it true. I have no interest in whatever you have swinging between your legs. But if I had to guess, I’d assume that you’re compensating for something if you have to keep talking about your dick like this.] It came off as desperate. This woman was in heat, no matter how hard she denied it. Noah had assumed that now would be a good time to let Maya simmer, but she was already at a boil. She was ready for a bigger push.Noah set down his beer and casually stripped his shorts down to his calves, letting his erect cock bounce out into the light. Noah had taken dozens of dick pics in his life, if not hundreds, so he worked with experience as he gripped the base, held up his camera and adjusted the angle, then snapped a pic. He sent it to Maya with a smug feeling of victory in his heart. There… he thought to himself. Let the stuck-up slut try to claim she isn't thinking about my dick now.… Maya stared down at her screen, her brain short-circuiting as her eyes locked with the filthy image. A stiff, bulging cock, shot from above. It was veiny, and thick enough to fill Noah’s big, rough hand when he clenched his fist around its base. Maya was frozen in shock, stunned that he had sent her a picture of his cock. Stunned that she was looking at it. Stunned at the raw, naked lust that flared up inside her at the sight. Disgusted at the powerful disrespect that it took for Noah to think sending this was ok. “Babe, have you seen my blue sweater?” Maya dropped her phone in shock as her husband poked his head into the bedroom, where she had retreated to text Noah. She scrambled to scoop it up, her heart racing a million miles an hour, terrified that Greg would see another man’s cock filling the screen. “H-have you checked the dryer?” she asked in a strangled voice, blushing furious red as she clutched the phone convulsively to her chest. “Oh… right,” said Greg sheepishly. “That would make sense.” He tilted his head, his eyebrows scrunching down as he finally realized that his wife was acting weird. “Is… everything ok?” he asked vaguely, taking a step into the room. “Everything’s fine!” said Maya brightly, her phone seeming to burn in her hands. “You just scared me a little. My heart’s racing!” Greg’s frown cleared up, and he chuckled. “Sorry! It’s not like you to be that jumpy. I guess I sound scarier than I thought.” He crossed the room and gave her a kiss on the forehead, then headed off down the stairs to look for his sweater. When Maya was sure he was gone, she cautiously opened her phone again. The image of Noah’s cock seemed to jump out at her, sending another crackle of unwanted arousal racing through her veins. It wasn’t fair. This perverted younger man seemed to always be one step ahead of her, teasing her and making her uncomfortable no matter how she fought back. When she talked to him, he flirted with her. When she avoided him, he drew her into another confrontation. And when she tried to warn him over text not to contact her, he sent a spicy image that frazzled her so badly she wasn’t sure what to think. She realized that she was staring at the image of the cock again. Suddenly, a filthy, red-hot image filled her mind. An image of staring up at that cock from on her knees, taking it in her hands… then wrapping her lips around its bulbous head and feeling its hard, hot stiffness fill her mouth. Maya tossed her phone away with a groan. What the fuck is wrong with me? she thought to herself, I don’t even fucking like blowjobs! But the fact that she didn’t enjoy oral sex and hadn’t given Greg a blowjob since they were dating hardly mattered. Noah had planted the idea in her mind, and now, just like he had said, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. What a good wife would do at this point was realize that things had gone way too far and bring things to her husband. But, even if that would effectively stop Noah’s plans, it would also feel like letting him win. She would be admitting that he had gotten under her skin. There had to be a way to put the prick in his place. Maya had a sudden urge to turn things around on Noah. To make him flustered and aroused, then deny him. Give him a taste of his own medicine. A plan occurred to Maya that made a grin spread slowly across her face. She knew exactly what she could do to turn the tables on Noah. And the best part about it was that Greg would get something out of it, too, so it wouldn’t be like she was betraying her husband. But Maya wasn’t taking any chances that she might get interrupted this time. She hurried to the bathroom, locked the door behind her, turned on the shower to make extra sure she wouldn’t be overheard, then pulled out her phone to begin recording another voicemail for her cocky tormentor. … You have one new message. BEEP Hey there, Noah. Got your picture. It’s pretty fucked up that you sent that to a married woman… but even I have to admit that you don’t need to compensate for anything. So one point for you. Congratulations. I’ll even admit that the picture got me a little riled up. It really shouldn’t have. It’s pretty naughty of me to look at another man’s cock when I have a husband at home. So since you gave me all of this… energy, I need to think of a way to relieve myself and use it all up. …with my husband, of course. What, did you really think that sending me a picture of your cock would be enough to convince me to suck it? Obviously not. But since you put the idea in my head, I think my husband deserves a hot, sloppy blowjob tonight. When I get my loving husband alone, I’m going to fall on my knees in front of him and look up with big, soft eyes. I’m going to tear off his pants and kiss his cock all over until he is hard and throbbing for me. I’m going to poke out my little pink tongue and liiiiick him all the way from the base to the tip, then take my husband between my sweet married lips and let him fuck my mouth until he fires a hot, sticky load down my throat. I bet you wish that was you, don’t you? I bet you wish that I would take that big cock into my hot, wet mouth and swirl my married tongue all over it. I bet you wish you could empty your balls down my throat. Too bad. Never going to happen. That’s what my husband is going to get tonight while you sit at home alone. I guess a big cock doesn’t get you everything you want, does it? Have fun playing with that big, unwanted dick tonight while you think about the blowjob my husband is getting. Bye! … (To be continued...)