Twenty-Four
24
Tex
Twenty Years Ago
Pulling into the driveway, I already knew that Mom wasn’t home. She’d had some appointment at five in Ocala. She’d said she would leave us something to eat on the stove and that it could be after eight when she got back.
Being alone with Salem had become a fucking obsession. I’d even ask off an hour early just so I could have more time with her, telling Brick I would make it up by working two extra hours on Saturday and close for him.
Stepping into the house, I smelled Italian and figured it was either lasagna or Mom’s homemade ravioli. I needed a shower to get the grease off me, but first, I wanted to see Salem.
While Mom was in the shower in the mornings, I always tried to sneak into Salem’s room to kiss her. Leaving the house with the taste of her on my tongue and my hands still humming from touching her made for a much better day.
She’d only had on her jeans and a bra when I slipped into her room this morning. It was intentional. She had known I’d be in there the moment Mom’s shower started, and she wanted me to see her like that.
I slid my hands up her waist while kissing her and tugged down the front of her bra to let her heavy globes spring free for me to play with. She moaned, and I picked her up to sit her on the dresser so I didn’t have to bend down. When she opened her legs, I stepped between them, not expecting her to rub her cunt against my erection, driving me crazy.
I wasn’t complaining, but covering my dick that bulged inside my jeans to hide it from my mother was difficult. Not that she looked at my crotch, but I felt like it was real obvious. Normally, I tried to keep a jacket tossed over my arm and in front of me after Salem got me so worked up before breakfast that I couldn’t get my cock to go down.
Today, I hadn’t tried to hide it after leaving her room. I’d had to go jerk off in my bathroom.
When I walked into the living room, she lifted her eyes from where a textbook lay open in her lap and smiled at me. “Hey.”
I moved closer to her. “Hey,” I replied. My eyes drifted down her body to see her nipples growing hard, poking against the fabric of the tank top she was wearing. “You forget your bra again?” I teased.
She had been doing that for the past two months. When Mom wasn’t here, her bra was missing. Taunting me.
“I didn’t forget it. I chose to take it off,” she replied saucily.
“It can’t be that uncomfortable.”
She moved her book to the sofa and uncrossed her legs to stand up. The tiny little running shorts she was wearing weren’t covering much of anything either.
“You trying to kill me, Angel Face?”
A soft laugh came from between her pretty lips. “No. Just tempt you,” she admitted without any hesitation.
“Consider it a success.”
Her laughter was louder this time, and I had a hard time moving my eyes off her legs, then tits to meet her gaze.
“I want to finish what we started this morning.”
Jesus, help me.
“What is that exactly? The kissing, my feeling up your tits, or you rubbing your horny little cunt on my dick?”
She shivered and blinked a little slower than normal. “Yes,” she breathed.
Yes. She wanted it all. Little minx made it hard to be good.
“We still have three months, fifteen days, and thirteen hours before you’re eighteen,” I told her, making her smile spread wider. I had a countdown always going in my head of when it would be okay to spread her legs and sink into her for the first time.
She walked around the sofa, closing the space between us, and I held my breath. What was she up to, and was I strong enough not to give in?
“That’s until we have sex,” she said, tilting her head back to look up at me. “But I liked the rubbing. I want to do it without barriers.”
I muttered a curse as my cock fought against my jeans for some space. “That’s a bad idea,” I told her. “I can’t.” Fuck, I was going to pump one out in the shower now. “If I feel your wet pussy on my dick, I’m not sure I can keep from shoving it inside you.”
Her little gasp from my words had me reaching down to adjust myself for some relief. This was my fault. I’d been allowing more and more, needing to touch her. She hadn’t known that it felt good, that she wanted it, until I showed her things. Did things to her.
“Please,” she begged. “You won’t.”
Fuck, I needed to get away from her and get myself off.
“Let me get a shower. I’m dirty.”
She stepped closer to me and pressed her tits against my chest. My erection digging into her lower stomach. “I like how you smell right now. It’s sexy.”
I’d washed my hands with the degreaser and soap before I left, but that was it. “I smell like cigarettes and a repair shop.”
She laid her palm on my chest. “And I like it.”
My hands went to her waist, and I had every intention of pushing her back.
“You can sit on the sofa, and I can straddle your lap,” she said as she looked up at me through her long lashes.
I groaned. The thought of her perched on me and her tits bare and level with my mouth sounded like heaven.
“Salem,” I started, but her other hand slid over my erection, and I hissed, jerking against the touch. “Your zipper has to be hurting you,” she said.
Then she began unfastening my jeans, and I fucking let her.