Chapter 19 Rae #4
His smile was devastating as he lapped at my hardened nipple. “You like it, don’t you?”
I gasped, clinging to his shoulders, as I moaned my agreement.
I picked up speed, rubbing ruthlessly against him, watching his lower abdomen contract as he tilted his head to watch my pussy slide against him.
With his hands on my hips, moving me in a cadence that suited him, I was already coming harder than I ever had with anyone else.
A scream fell from my lips, a chant with his name and a prayer of some kind.
With my limbs complete noodles, he sat up, hands on my back, and shoved me on my back.
Still gripping his cock, pumping up and down with a twisting motion, he gripped the hem of my panties and tugged them down.
With a groan, he spilled his orgasm all over my mound and all along the outside of my pussy.
Once he finished and I was covered in his release, he put my underwear back in place over the mess he’d made.
Bits of white cum splattered my belly button, and now that the fabric was mashing it into place, pieces of him leaked out of the edges and down my thighs.
“Next time, I’m finishing here” —he stroked along my breasts—“then here” — he moved his finger up along my throat and over my lips—“and fuck, I can’t wait to finish here.” He relocated his hand to my ass, dipping underneath the panty line along my crack.
That’s when the front door slammed shut from the front, and we heard my parents’ voices.
He smirked, rolling over and pulling me into his arms.
My parents’ voices rose and fell from the kitchen then leading into the laundry room.
With his lips right at my ear, Davis said, “Kiss me.”
I didn’t think twice. Our mouths were already so close; I just tilted my head back and lifted my face and then Davis was there, molding his lips to mine, as if he couldn’t wait a second longer for me to place my mouth against his.
This kiss was different, though—it was slow and sweet. Our legs scissored together, my breasts mashed against his chest, his fingers gently running up and down the expanse of my back. But it quickly took a turn, with the thick, hard length pushing into my stomach and Davis letting out a groan.
Breaking our kiss, he rasped, “I want you to touch me.” Moving his hips forward and pressing his erection into me, he added, “knowing your parents are on the other side of the door.”
I was already getting hot again, and because of that, I gripped his length in my hand, but Davis held my wrist with a click of his tongue.
“Did I say touch? I meant taste. I want to drive home tonight with the image of those fucking lips wrapped around my cock.”
“Rae?” my mother called through my door then wiggled the handle. I thanked all the holy saints that Davis had locked it.
“Scared?” he whispered in my ear, tucking a few strands away.
This was insane. My parents were right out there, and he wanted me to suck him off? It was crazy, and yet it somehow made me hotter.
His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging lightly while he started kissing my neck.
Blinking away my thoughts, I moved.
My knees hit the carpet of my floor, right as he sat up and spun around, engorged erection in his fist. With wide eyes, I looked at the massive size of the weeping tip and tried to find a way to begin.
He must have sensed my anxiety, because while I was staring at his massive cock, he seemed to freeze in place.
“You’ve never…” His voice hitched as he tipped my chin up. “Have you ever done this?”
Heat hit my face, a million different shades of humiliation churning and burning around under my skin. I could lie. I could fake it. But for some reason I didn’t want to.
“No…my ex… Well, we just never did. He never seemed to want it, and he didn’t even go down on me, so…”
Seconds later my mother knocked again. “Raelyn, I need to talk to you.”
Davis had a pair of worried brows crowded in concentration as he stared down at me.
“This shouldn’t be your first time then. Let’s save it.”
But it was hot doing things we weren’t supposed to while my parents couldn’t see and didn’t know—so I gripped his thighs.
“No…let me, please.”
Without waiting for him to answer, I leaned forward and licked the clear liquid from the tip. Davis let out a low hiss while his hand found the back of my head.
“Shit, that felt good. Just do whatever feels right. You can’t do it wrong when you’re just navigating and feeling things out. Okay?”
I nodded and went in again, doing as he said.
It was odd at first, unsure how to exactly perform the way I had seen it done in the few videos I’d seen. But remembering that they usually gripped the base of the cock, I decided to start there.
Another hiss left his throat as I stabilized the behemoth penis in front of me, and then I lifted on my knees and marveled at how silky smooth he felt in my hand. The tip of his dick was wet, but so soft and so deliciously sexy. I moaned as my mouth descended and my lips wrapped around the head.
“Rae!” my mother called again, this time sounding out of patience.
Davis increased the grip at the back of my head, encouraging me to take him deeper.
I found with alarming clarity that I really liked having him in my mouth.
I loved the power it gave me, and how when I went as far as I could seemingly go, he’d groan and then push me deeper.
I’d let up when I felt like I couldn’t bear the press of him against my throat, and he’d let me.
Then we’d do it again. I’d bob my head up and down, sucking as I went, moving down along his shaft as deep as I could take him.
“Fucking shit,” he wheezed, now tugging at my hair with more force. His hips were jutting upward too, and I realized I really liked that.
Another knock rattled the door and I sucked harder, gripping his thighs, bobbing up and down as he let out a string of whispered curse words and tore at my scalp. I was completely worked up again, moving my own hips against the air, and damn it, I was two seconds from using my hand.
“Rae, I’m going to come, you need to let me go, or else I’ll finish down your throat.”
I didn’t let up, because I wanted to experience it; I wanted all of it.
My false bravado was called seconds later when he indeed finished in my mouth, but the texture was unexpected, as was the sheer volume.
Jumping up and covering my mouth, I darted toward the garbage can, but Davis stopped me by gripping my wrist.
“Just relax,” he coaxed, gently tipping my head back. “Open your throat and swallow. It’s okay.”
I did as he said, closing my eyes and ignoring the small amount of jizz that had dribbled down my lip, swallowing what was left in my mouth.
“Good girl,” Davis whispered, his eyes focused on my lips. “We’re going to do this again sometime, and I’m going to reward you for that.”
I let out a small laugh as I took in his serious expression and the way his eyes homed in on my mouth.
“Be right out, Mom,” I finally called back.
A firm grip on my jaw forced my focus back on Davis, his thumb pressed directly under the mess that had leaked out of my mouth.
“Lick,” he commanded, eyes on mine, heat searing me to my core.
His grip remained as I did as he said, darting my tongue out, lapping up his release.
His groan of approval sent a shudder through my core.
Seconds later, Davis forcefully pushed my underwear down my hips while whispering against my ear, “These are mine.”
I stepped out of them, and he lowered to grab them.
“Rae, is Davis still here?” my mother asked, and the man in question smirked at me while he buttoned up.
Still staring at him, I yelled out, “No, he left a while ago.”
His truck was likely still out front, but oh well.
He stepped closer to me and whispered in my ear. “Why don’t you tell them what we were doing in here?”
I smiled, listening as my mother launched into something about leftovers and Tupperware.
“Tell them that you were just sucking my cock and swallowing every fucking drop of my pleasure, like the good fucking girl that you are.” He nipped at my neck, pressing a kiss there. “Tell them how good it felt to have my cock inside your mouth, hitting the back of that throat.”
I liked this playful side of him, so much that when he went to kiss my neck again, I moved so he’d catch my lips.
He slowed, bracing my face with his hands, kissing me slowly.
My fingers slid up, feeling every ridge and groove of his perfectly sculpted chest. Letting out a low groan, he moved his jaw to the side, deepening the kiss.
It was the kind of caress that I’d obsess over later, the type of touch old me would have cataloged and journaled about.
A kiss I’d keep tattooed on my soul, lingering long after he left.
Finally, he broke away and whispered in between the slice of space between us, “Come tomorrow, after your deliveries are done. Bring an overnight bag, you’re staying for the weekend.”
His command was a siren call I couldn’t turn down, so I gave him a smile that conveyed what I thought of spending the night with him.
Then before I knew it, he was dipping to grab his shirt and headed to my window. He gave me one last hungry look before popping the screen and crawling through it.