Chapter Eleven #2
He breaks away from my lips, dragging them across my cheek, and whispers in my ear, “You’re doing so good taking me like this.
” Fuck me, that’s so hot. He doesn’t wait for my reply before he asks, “You okay?” I nod in response as the pleasure coursing through me momentarily takes away my ability to form a sentence.
Our pace picks up as he helps me bounce hard on his lap.
“Oh God, don’t stop!” I cry out. “So good, so, so good.” I chant.
“I want to fill you up,” he tells me. “I want you so full I’m dripping down your legs like the night of your junior prom.
” I gasp as I’m reminded of that night. It was his senior year and my junior year, so we both attended, but obviously, we couldn’t go together.
But it didn’t stop us from disappearing in the middle of the night and fucking in a bathroom stall of the venue where we had our prom.
He came inside me and then slid my underwear back up my legs, holding everything in place.
It was so sexy and filthy that it served as inspiration while I masturbated for months after that.
I open my mouth to tell him I want that when his phone starts ringing through the car's Bluetooth. I turn around toward the central display where the word “Mom” is illuminated on the screen.
He turns my chin toward him. “I’ll call her back. I need to get you off.”
“Fitting that she’d call while we were here. Feels just like old times.” I chuckle, but I can feel my orgasm slipping away just like it always did when I felt like we were on the precipice of getting in trouble.
I know it’s different now, but something about her calling right when I’m about to come feels eerie and unnerving. Like, somehow, she knows what we’re doing even though we’re no longer teenagers living under her roof. I start to move off him when he grips my hips, keeping me in place.
“Hey, what is it?” he asks, grabbing my chin and tilting it toward him.
I manage to pull myself off him despite his efforts and move to the seat next to him.
“That just took me back to being sixteen.” I rub my forehead as unease washes over me.
“And not in the fun role-play way we were doing.” I grab my underwear from the floor and slide them up my legs, followed by my joggers, before turning to face him.
He’s still wearing his shirt, but his cock is still out and glistening with evidence of our arousal, even as it’s slowly softening.
I resist the urge to drag my tongue up his shaft to taste the proof of what we just did.
“Maybe we should wait,” I blurt out, pushing thoughts of fucking him with my mouth out of my head.
“Wait?” Wild asks, and I can see the worry and hurt all over him already. His fingers immediately go to his wrist as he begins to rub at my name tattooed there. “Like… not tell her about us?”
“I just mean… this is a big weekend for her. A lot of your family and friends will be there, and… I don’t want to overshadow her engagement party by making it about us.
We don’t even know how she’s going to take it.
What if she doesn’t take it well? I don’t want to ruin her day.
” His eyes find mine, sad but full of understanding because I know he doesn’t want that either.
“And even if she takes it well, I was prepared to tell her, not the rest of your family and everyone Sara has ever met.” I hadn’t thought about what it would look like to see Wild and me being romantic at a party of one hundred plus people, some of whom have never met me but know me as Sara’s stepdaughter.
What were we thinking that we’d just make an announcement at the beginning, giving everyone a brief rundown of the past twenty years?
“So what…? You want us to… fake it? Pretend we aren’t together? Haven’t we done that shit long enough?” he asks with a bite to his tone, and I understand why. I pushed for this, and now it seems like I’m backing down.
“Then what’s a few more days?” He bites his bottom lip in a way that’s sexy but also tells me that he’s not happy. I feel a flutter between my legs at the thought that he’ll probably want to take that out on me later. “We can still be us at the hotel. I’m not suggesting we get separate rooms.”
He snorts. “That wasn’t an option, Halle.
” He grabs his briefs and slides them up his legs before running a hand through his dark hair.
“You backing out of this?” Wild has always been confident and so sure of himself.
It’s always a bit jarring to see his insecurities flare up, especially when they’re regarding me.
How can he not see how insanely in love with him I am?
“No! No. Never.” I grab his face to make him look at me. “I just… want to make sure it’s the right time.”
He lets out a huff of what I assume to be frustration.
“Monday, Halle. We are not leaving here without telling her.” It was Saturday morning, and her engagement party was later tonight.
She was hosting a brunch tomorrow at her house with some of her and Wild’s close family and friends, and I’m assuming some of Mike’s as well.
“Okay.” I nod, still feeling nervous over how she could potentially take it.
“We aren’t kids anymore. Remember, you said we shouldn’t care what anyone thinks.”
“I know. But… it’s different now being here. And it’s your mom. We should care what she thinks.”
“It’s not going to stop me from being with you. It’s never stopped me from being with you,” he counters.
“I think it’s just being back here in North Carolina. I think it’s fucking with my head.”
“Hey, look at me,” he says, holding my face in his hands. His hands are warm and firm, and just the feeling of them begins to slowly calm my anxieties. “It’s just you and me. That’s all that matters.”