Chapter 38 #2
She follows my directions, as I slip my cock past her lips, to the back of her throat with a groan.
Cupping my hands around to the back of her head, I hold her exactly how I want her.
Slowly, I thrust in and out and she closes her eyes.
“Eyes on me, baby. I want to see your pretty, green eyes as you suck my cock.”
Her gaze meets mine as she squirms seeking friction for her needy cunt. “Are you wet, baby? Does sucking my dick make you needy?” Nodding, her eyes stay on mine, as she drops one hand to touch herself.
“No, no, put that hand back on my thigh, dirty girl.” I deny her what she so desperately wants. “Did I say you could touch my pussy?” Groaning in frustration, she places her hand back where it belongs. Fingers squeezing, she glares up at me through a lust filled haze.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise as I gently caress my thumb along her cheek bone. Her eyes water, silently begging, as she bobs up and down. She moans around me as my thrusts become deeper and faster. Gagging, drool runs down my shaft and off her chin. Fuck, she is a vision.
As much as it would be fun to edge and play, I can’t refuse her right now. “Go ahead and touch yourself. Show me how much you love sucking my cock.”
Slowly, her hands drop from my thighs and trail down her body.
Holding my stare, she cups and lifts a breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between her fingers.
The other continues down to her pussy. Whimpering, she uses two fingers to circle around her swollen clit.
Watching her pleasure herself drives me insane.
“Just like that, baby, just like that,” I chant as I continue to rut.
“You are doing so well. I’m not going to last much longer in your perfect wet mouth.
” My words are barely spoken before she pulls back and rolls her tongue in a circle around the head of my prick before she hallows her cheeks and sucks me deep again.
Holy fuck, I feel like I am going to explode.
Her fingers continue to rub rapidly as she chases her own pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I groan deep in my throat.
Wrapping my hand in a fist around her hair that has now fallen loose, I pull her head back slightly and meet her eyes.
“Where do you want me?” I demand as I continue to thrust into her hot wet mouth.
“Do you want to swallow me down, all over your pretty face and tits, or do you want me to bury myself in your cunt?”
Pulling off with a pop, drool strings from the head of my dick to her lips. “In me, I need you in me,” she says breathlessly, flushed chest heaving.
She squeals as I scoop her up under her arms and place her on to the edge of the countertop.
“Hold on,” I command as I line up at her entrance.
Arching her back, she screams my name as I plunge deep inside her.
Her legs wrap tight around me, and her fingers grasp the vanity as I continue to thrust hard.
Squeezing one hand around her hip to keep her in place, she whimpers as I use the thumb from my opposite hand, to rub tight circles around her swollen, pink clit.
“Look at us, baby.” Her passion filled eyes look to where we are joined and she hums. “You take me so well, like you are made just for me.” Rocking in and out my cock is slick with her arousal; the sound we are making together is lewd in the steam filled room. “Who do you belong to?”
“Just you. Only you,” she murmurs, circling her arms around my neck. Leaning forward, she captures my lips in her own, kissing me deeply, her tongue tangles with mine. Heels digging into my ass, she moans into my mouth as her pussy begins to flutter and clench around me.
“That’s it, baby, you are doing so good,” I praise as her orgasm continues to wash over her. “You are so pretty when you come.”
My movements become erratic as I feel my own release barrel towards me. Groaning with one final thrust, I bury myself as deep as I can and let go – pulse after pulse of hot, thick cum filling her tight pussy.
Resting my forehead on hers, we both try to catch our breath. “God, you are perfect.”
Dick still buried to the hilt, she startles as I lift her with my hands cupping her ass. Tightening her arms around me tight.
“What are you doing?” She gasps as I walk us into the shower.
“Since you are not worried about being late, let me clean you up before I make you dirty again.”
Pulling into my driveway, I see Riot’s truck already parked.
I may be late, but he’s still early. Running my hand along the hood it feels cool to the touch, so he’s been here for a while.
Entering through the gate with Morgan into the backyard, I find him laying comically in my newly installed hammock, with one work boot covered foot on the ground for stability.
Peering down at him, I ask, “Are you okay in there?”
Removing the forearm that was covering his face, he meets my eyes.
“All good. I just needed a minute and decided to take it here. It’s pretty comfortable, I may need to install one at the new house.” Rocking his large body, he hoists himself into a sitting position and catches his balance before standing to his full height.
“How’s the renovation coming?” Leading him inside I go right to the fridge and grab two bottles of water. Tossing one to my friend, he grabs it midair and twists off the cap before taking a large drink.
“Horrible. Thanks for asking, though.” Snorting a laugh, he shakes his head as he sits on one of the stools at the island. “I’ve never had this many problems with a flip before. It’s like this house is cursed.”
Leaning back against the sink, I ask, “What’s the problem now?” He looks tired. I know he’s been busting his ass trying to get this house done, but one man can only do so much. He is the first person to offer to help and the last to ask for it.
“Tile for the primary bath. It took me a while to source out exactly what I wanted and when I did, they didn’t have enough for the entire project. So, I have to start looking again.” He sighs heavily.
“Can’t you just pick something else?”
“No, it has to be this tile,” he says, firmly shaking his head.
“Okay...?” I don’t understand why it matters. I’ve never seen him this particular about a house he’s just going to turn around and sell.
“It’s fine, just annoying. What’s going on with you?” He leans his forearms on the counter and changes the subject.
“I’ve been busy at work. I’m still surprised by the amount of people who travel to Emerley to get a tattoo. I’m really enjoying working on the house, way more than I thought I would. Other than that, I am filling all my free time with Hannah. It’s really been amazing.”
“It sounds amazing, but if that’s the case, why can I tell something is bothering you?” He raises his eyebrow.
“Well, aren’t you an intuitive one?” I deadpan.
“It’s a gift and a curse.” Smirking, he holds his palms in the air.
With one hand rubbing the back of my neck, I meet his eyes. “Mom has been texting me.”
“Oh yeah?” He quirks an eyebrow and asks, “Somethin’ going on?”
“Maybe. She wanted me to know Jackson may be heading to Emerley.” Taking the final drink from my water, I throw it into the recycling bin under the sink and turn back to face my friend.
Narrowing his eyes, his jaw clenches. “The fuck? Why? He has no reason to come back.”
Rubbing the stubble along my chin, I shake my head. “I don’t know, man.”
There is no love lost between my brother and me. We haven’t spoken in years and any information I have about him has come second hand. The only reason to come to Emerley is to stir up shit.
“You have to tell her,” he says with conviction as he removes the elastic from his hair and re-secures it in a loose bun at the nape of his neck. No need to clarify who her is, I know he means Hannah.
“I know,” I say, nodding my head in acknowledgement. “I’ve tried but she doesn’t want to talk about the past.”
“Try harder. I know where she’s coming from, but it will be better if she hears it from you than if she finds out from someone else,” he says reasonably.
“Trust me, I know.” Rubbing my palms over my face, I sigh deeply before meeting his eyes again.
“I’ve thought about it, and I want to just get past Thanksgiving.
Just one week, then I will sit her down and tell her everything.
The holiday is all she has been talking about for days.
I don’t want to do or say anything that takes away from that. ”
“A week. A lot can happen in that amount of time, man.”
Pulling a stool out, I sit down and look at my friend. “I was thinking about going and seeing Grace.”
“To what end? What do you hope to achieve by seeing Hannah’s mom?” He looks to the ceiling before shaking his head, tired of my ongoing bullshit, I’m sure.
“Fuck, I don’t know. So much of this isn’t my story to tell.”
“You are carrying around a lot of guilt for things you are not directly involved in.”
“Can you blame me?” I have agonized about this for years and I’m so ready for the truth to come out.
“We have talked about this at least a thousand times. The only thing you should feel guilty for is walking away from Hannah when you did. She deserved better than that.”
Leaning over, I rest my forearms on my knees and hang my head. “I know. Fuck my life, this feels awful.”
“I really hate to say this, but, I told you so.” Counting off on his finger, he lists, “I told you not to leave. I told you not to stay away. I told you to be prepared to deal with the consequences of your actions if you did come back after all this time. I love you, man, but I’m afraid you’re now entering your find out era. ”
“Fuck.”
Pursing his lips, he nods once. “Exactly.”