23. A Taste
A Taste
SAM
Icame willingly. Fuck, I practically jumped on her.
But we were in an awkward position, with her against the wall and me leaning forward, my t-shirt bunched in her fist. I still wasn’t clear if she really knew what she was doing.
Maybe she was going to shake me and try to throw me onto the ground for telling her the truth.
I’d let her. I’d let her stomp all over me.
But I was too far gone to stop this now, not unless she told me to.
Ellie was touching me. I could hardly believe it. I didn’t try to. She was clinging to me. Her breath fanned over my lips in short little bursts. Her chest rose and fell like she was hyperventilating. “Sam.”
I could hear the strain in her voice. The heaviness.
I wanted to make this easier for her. I wanted to take the weight off her, like I’d been trying to do with the kids.
So I gripped her by the waist, lifting her as I took her place, then pulled her down on my lap, her knees on either side of my legs.
Except, fuck, this felt too good. Ellie straddled me, her thick, luscious thighs hugging mine. That alone had my cock surging dangerously. I was so hard. Harder still as the seam of her jeans brushed against me.
“I’m going to squish you,” she whispered.
She was still supporting herself with her knee on the mattress, her other leg on the floor.
“You won’t.” I didn’t want her to argue, so I gently pushed her knee out from under her, causing her to land heavily on my lap.
I groaned.
She gasped. “I did squish you!”
“That’s not pain, sweetheart.” I clamped my arms on her thighs, pressing her down harder. I let myself rock my hips once, just once. It was enough to nearly send me over the edge.
I breathed long and slow, trying to calm my body down. “I’m—” I pressed my forehead to her collarbone. I think I was trying to say I’m fine.
But I didn’t say that. I tipped my head up, meeting her eyes, and said, “I’m fucking crazy about you, Ellie.
You’re all I think about. You and the boys.
But you…” I couldn’t finish. I’d probably scared her enough, and I was scaring myself with the intensity of my feelings and words, now that I’d opened the gate.
But crazy didn’t begin to describe it. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
She was sweet and funny and kind. She loved her boys so fiercely.
When she ate something she liked, she closed her eyes and smiled.
When she was thinking, she bit her lip. She was brave and strong and had handled my parents with care but understood like I’m not sure anyone else would have how deep they’d cut with their strange versions of love.
As I thought all of this, Ellie’s eyes swam with something that looked almost like anger.
I couldn’t tell her the extent of how I really felt. I knew that. And that fucking hurt.
But with her hand still bunching my t-shirt, she pulled me toward her and crashed her lips into mine.
For a half-second, I was too stunned by the heat rocking through me at her touch. But then it hit me: the elation it was to feel those lips against mine again. It was a fucking revelation.
I recovered in an instant, my left hand reaching up to glide into her hair, grasping it in my fist and tipping her back so she moaned.
“More,” I growled.
She opened so prettily for me, her tongue waiting, responding to my gentle ministrations. I bit down on that soft, pillowy bottom lip the way I’d seen her do so many times to herself. I was desperate to claim it for myself.
Ellie was moaning now, her pelvis tilting against me. She rocked her hips, breaking the kiss to breathe, to say, “We’re not close enough.”
Fuck me. “I know, baby.”
I was this close to picking her up and carrying her somewhere—anywhere—so I could strip her down and have her everywhere.
But we couldn’t do that. Not now. So I dropped my hands, bringing both around to grip her backside.
An inhuman sound came out of me at the feel of her plush ass under my fingers.
That, plus the bounty of her cleavage, so close to my mouth?
I wanted to pull her tits out, to suck on them like I dreamed.
I wanted to know what her fucking milk tasted like.
Fuck that was weird. But I did.
I pulled her closer, grinding her against my throbbing cock.
“Are you wet, Ellie?” I asked. “I bet you’re so fucking wet.” I knew the tip of my cock was dripping for her. It strained painfully.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m soaked, Sam. Can’t you feel it?”
I groaned.
She was riding my cock, driving me fucking wild.
I could easily come right now. I was using every ounce of restraint I had not to.
Some part of me knew this was a terrible idea.
Not for any bigger reason for me than I wouldn’t be able to explain to my family why I’d had to change into my teenage sweatpants.
But for Ellie—she’d said she didn’t want this.
But then her breasts brushed against my face and I didn’t care. I took her nipple in my mouth through her shirt, making her cry out. She clapped a hand over her lips.
I was rabid. Feral. I reached up, twisting one button, then another, barely managing not to tear her shirt open. I’d just hooked my fingers in her bra and was tugging it down, my mouth waiting for the prize of her bare nipple, when I heard my name.
“Sam?”
“Oh shit,” Ellie hissed. She leapt off of me, rolling sideways on the bed as my mom’s legs appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Are you two down here?”
I stood up, blocking Mom’s view as best I could with my body. “Yup!” She was going to look anyway.
Ellie was turned toward the corner, fumbling madly with her buttons.
“Are you busy?” Mom asked, her voice indicating we shouldn’t be.
“Nope.”
When Ellie turned, her cheeks pink, hair mussed, I had the most unhinged urge to yell fire! Just to get my mom out of here. Then I could toss Ellie on the bed and make a fucking meal out of her. I could be quick about it. I knew how she worked.
That thought had my bulge swelling again.
But Ellie looked mortified. And Mom’s feet were already moving down the steps.
I shoved a comic book from the shelf in Ellie’s hand.
“I was just showing Ellie my Superman.”
Despite her clear nerves, Ellie choked beside me.
Mom came down far enough she could bend down to see us. “I think Henry’s hungry. He’s been crying a little bit. I left him with your father.”
“Fuck,” I breathed.
“I’ll go,” Ellie said. She moved past me, her eyes darting down to where my extremely obvious boner was tenting my pants.
Thank God my mom was nearsighted.
“I’ll be right up,” I called after her. “Just have to organize my… Superman.”