Chapter 12 #3
I whimper and lie back on the bed, his hand in my hair, his tongue in my mouth.
He slides his finger in and out and slides two more in at the same time, making me moan when he rubs my bud with his thumb.
I know I should stop him but it feels so good, and wrong, because his mother is downstairs; I don’t even know if the door is locked.
He bites down on my nipple through the material of my dress, making me moan out loud, his finger still playing with me.
“Nick, the door?”
“I’ll make it quick.” He gets on the floor and between my legs, pulling me down to the edge of the bed.
He unzips his pants and pulls himself out.
Lowering his head between my thighs, he kisses me at my opening, stroking his tongue flat against my heated slit, making me wetter than I already am.
Lifting his head and standing over me, he kisses my lips—the way he does when he goes down on me—then drops soft kisses on to my stomach.
I run my fingers through his hair; my mouth opens, and I shut my eyes, trying not to make any noise.
I fail when the palm of his hand rubs the heated swollen flesh between the juncture of my thighs, making me move my hips to feel more of him against me.
Kissing my lips once again he whispers to me, “I love this pussy.”
Unable to talk with his hand on me and in me, I reach down, wrapping my hand around his dick. Not wanting to wait another second to feel him in me, I pull him to me. “Now!”
He brushes his lips across mine. “Ah, take it easy, babe.”
“Stop teasing me,” I say impatiently.
“Then spread your legs for me, baby.”
I spread my legs as far as I can, forgetting my underwear, I’m so turned on. “My panties?”
“Leave them on.”
“Nick,” I pant, unable to control my breathing and the need building in me for him.
“I know, babe. I’m going to give you what you want.
” He puts his arms around my thighs and positions himself so he’s standing up, away from my stomach.
He slides into me with the wetness he’s created, stretching me open, sheathed deep inside my body.
I press my lips together, holding back the roar of a moan in the back of my throat.
Hearing him curse under his breath, I know he’s feeling what I’m feeling.
Every stroke he takes is claiming me, marking me as his in a primal, protective embrace.
Losing the fight for control, I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head to the side making little whimpering sounds while he rocks into me, speeding up his movements.
We’re both breathing hard from the strain of trying to keep quiet.
Flesh slapping against flesh pushes me back, spearing through me until his dick can’t go farther.
I breathe his name over and over again when I feel the tremors taking my body over, spiraling through me in a release I desperately need.
Neither of us are able to be quiet together, like every other moment in our lives.
When we’re together it’s undeniable chaotic; what we have is not meant to be hidden behind closed doors. “Oh, God. Nick…I can’t, I can’t—”
He knows what I’m saying and puts his mouth over mine stifling my screams and moans as best he can with my body writhing under him, trying not to press down on my stomach.
He pulls his mouth away from mine when he feels the contractions tightening around him getting weaker.
He quickens his pace and pumps into me as he straightens up, and I feel his release shoot into me, rocking back and forth as he gradually slows down, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
My heart is beating fast, my lips are dry, and I’m thirsty as hell. Nick pulls out of me and drops between my legs on the floor, his head on my thigh, breathing as hard as I am. He might need the water more than I do. I run my hands through his hair and laugh. “Are you all right down there?”
“I think so, gimme a minute.”
“I need my seltzer water.”
Helping me sit back up on the bed, he hands me the bottle. I drink half and he takes the bottle and chugs the rest. I giggle and put my hands on his shoulder. “Why are we so thirsty?”
He smiles at me and puts the empty bottle down. “I think we spent more energy trying to be quiet more than anything else.”
“I know, right?”
“But it was damn good.”
“I agree, it was.”
“It keeps getting better, not even pregnancy can stop it.”
We kiss, and I hear his mother’s voice coming toward his room. My heart leaps out of my chest and I push him back, knocking him over. Surprised, he lands on the floor with a thud.
“What the hell?” He stares at me from the floor then gets up, putting his penis back in his pants.
I stand up, frantically trying to fix myself the best I can. “I’m sorry, babe. Your mother’s coming this way.”
He walks to the door and locks it. Oh, now he locks it.
“No, she isn’t, she’s talking on the phone. And she wouldn’t come in here without knocking first.”
“Your mother can’t see me like this. I need to go to the bathroom. Lord, I’m one of your girls now.”
“No, you’re not; none of those girls would be going home with me and none of them made me this happy and horny in this room.”
“Is that so?”
“That is so.” He puts his arm around me from behind, rubbing his face against me, scraping my skin. He unlocks the door and we stumble out in the hallway, laughing, and almost walk into his mother passing by.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hey, yourself,” she says, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
God, I could die right here. I bite my lip and try to pull away from Nick.
He holds me in place, smiling sweetly and kissing me on the neck.
Why doesn’t he make this more uncomfortable and say, “We had raunchy sex in your house.” I can’t look her in the face.
Why did I let him talk me into having sex in his mother’s house? The flesh is weak!
“You look very happy, dear.”
“This lucky lady here does it to me. She’s better than an afternoon delight.”
I elbow him in the stomach, and his smile falters when he winces.
His mother tries to hide a smile. “Cat, can I speak to you before you leave?”
“Sure, I’ll be there in a minute. I need to go to the bathroom first,” I tell her, avoiding eye contact.
“Take your time. I’ll be downstairs when you’re finished.”
I leave Nick in the hallway rubbing his stomach and go to the bathroom. He deserved that. Afternoon delight, indeed. I shake my head and keep walking. “You won’t be getting any more afternoon delights from me.”