Home Is With You

39 • Sexually Enraged

Jeremy's pov

Having my mom here has been great. She's been supporting me and even helped with small things around the clinic. She's been cooking for me, as well as setting my mind at ease. Hell she's even gotten to know Homer. Mama has even been teaching Homer some Igbo which he has been getting better at.

But I haven't had sex since she got here. I miss being thoroughly fucked, where I can't remember my name. I miss waking up sore to the point my legs barely work. I miss waking up covered in hickeys and Homer not wanting to let me go without morning sex.

I have been trying to seduce him. Giving him soft touches, bending over, walking naked in front of him in the bedroom. But nothing is working. It's making me self conscious. I know I still got it and that Homer is attracted to me. But it's been a week since he last touched me. I'm beyond sexually frustrated. I'm sexually enraged.

I can't count how many times I've found myself having sexual fantasies. It could be at work, when I'm in my truck, in the shower, even in my sleep. And I refuse to go another night without being satisfied.

Hearing my phone vibrate in my pocket I look down seeing a text from Homer. Meet me at Rockford Hotel room 113. I told mama already. I raise a eyebrow at the suspicious text but I felt giddy. Maybe I could finally have him to myself for a night.

Grabbing my things, I lock up before driving over to the hotel. Parking my truck I head inside going straight to the front desk. "Hello. I'm here to meet Homer Watson." I said. "Yes sir. He's in the restaurant waiting for you. Just go down this hall and you can't miss it." They smiled. "Thank you." I murmur.

Walking down the hall I see the restaurant, instantly spot Homer sitting at a table glancing at his watch. Walking over I smile softly before sitting down. "So what's the occasion?" I asked. "There is none. I want to know why you have been trying to seduce me." Homer said raising a eyebrow. "You really want to know." I chuckle. Recieving a nod, I chuckle before getting up yanking his tie to pull him. "I haven't been thoroughly fucked in over a week." I whisper in his ear before sitting back down.

"That can be arranged. But anyway how have you been holding up with everything?" Homer asked. "I'm better. I think I've come to terms with it. At first I didn't think I needed justice but everyday we get closer to court. The more excited I get that man is finally facing the consequences." I smile as the waiter comes with our dinner.

"That's good. It's nice seeing you smile again." Homer smiled. "Thank you. And I want to thank you again for  bringing Mama down." I say holding his hand. "You don't have to thank me. Whatever to make you happy." Homer smiles. "How is Georgia and Maverick?" I ask. "Both of them are worried about you, though I haven't told about what has been going on. Georgia came down to my office and threatened me to bring you to dinner tomorrow." Homer said.

"She will love seeing mama after so long. I hope she makes peach cobbler." I hum as I finish off my plate. Homer hummed quietly as he asked for the check before we went to our room.

Entering the room, I glance around before I turn to Homer, seeing his very prominent buldge. "Since when?" I ask walking closer to him. "Since you pulled my tie. I haven't wanted to do it with your mom in the next room. But you've been trying to tempt me you little minx." Homer groaned as he squeezed my ass.

"I know and I was hoping it would work. I was getting desperate." I whine softly putting arms around his neck. "I love you." Homer tells me softly. "I love you too. Now kiss me." I groan as I connect our lips. I moan softly as I do, I feel like a starved man awaiting his next meal. I wanted more.

A gentle soft kiss soon turned passionate, our tongues melding together. Hands trailing along his body, feeling his torso. I start to unbutton Homer's shirt before he stops my hands.

"This is for you." Homer ground out. "Homer, I want you to fuck me. Now are you going to do it or am I going to have to find another old man to do it?" I asked irritated as I huffed glaring at him.

In the next moment Homer had me chest down, ass up on the bed as he yanked my pants and boxers down my legs, discarding them across the room. Hearing a soft thud behind me, I see Homer on his knees. "Spread them." Homer said gruffly his beard lightly tickling my skin. Reaching back I spread my cheeks, anticipating his next move.

The grip of his hands around my hips making me whimper as he gives a tentative lick to my hole. Clenching my finger around my ass, Homer slowly swiped his tongue across my hole swiftly. "Stop teasing." I groan as I rock
my hips backward. "Don't move." Homer said as he gave his full attention to my hole.

Leaning closer to me, he spit on my hole trailing it with his finger, which easily slipped inside making me bite my lip. Slowly. Almost sinfully. He pumped his finger, languidly stimulating my walls as he curled his finger. All of a sudden, I feel him remove his finger making me whine.

It was soon replaced by his tongue, he licked my rim before slithering it inside me. Coating my walls with his saliva as I moan continuously, grinding my ass against his face. "Yes...Devour me Homer...w-want more." I moan sweetly. "Then that's what I'll give you." Homer hummed as he gave my hole a final swipe of the tongue