by H. M. Irwing
“Protection,” I managed to call out.
But he exclaimed tightly, “I can’t, now.” He raised his hips only to crash helplessly back into me. “Have to … cum … now!” Erin called out before he pulled out only to lunge back in with a surge that shoved me higher up the bed. His pace uneven, he withdrew and plunged back into my soaking wet folds. Again and again, he lunged his rod in and out of me, stabbing at my core with the intensity of his passions, ‘til my back was shoved up against the dashboard as I doubled over with my cries of fulfilment. I shuddered and cried out as I felt the pleasure build and spiral out of control.
Then, all I heard was Erin’s own harsh breathing as his hard thrusts continued to plunder and plumage my depths. I watched with awe as his bicep muscles flexed and strained with each lunge, and then, he called out tightly, “I can’t… hold back… Have to… have to… cum…”
I met his eyes then, and with a mighty surge, he thrust forward one last time before he urgently withdrew with a jerk, and his hot load hit my belly with a splash across my heaving tits. Then, he fell down onto me, knocking the breath out of my lungs before wrapping his arms around me, and with a final effort, turning us onto our side. I rested my head on him, and he lay back, exhausted.
The sound of his deep voice woke me up a short while later. I got up groggily and looked around. Erin was dressed and talking on the phone. My stomach rumbled.
I shuffled off to the bathroom to douse myself under the full strength of his hot shower. Emerging to an empty room later, I pulled the discarded t-shirt back on and strode out of the room with a confidence I was far from feeling. We had exchanged no words of endearment. And my last and only other experience at sex limited my expectations close to nil. I shoved away all thoughts of Colin from my mind and even chose to disregard how the two names seemed to rhyme. It could not be a bad omen of things to come. Erin wasn’t like Colin—not in any way.
I made my way out to the living room and encountered no one other than Jarod. He threw me a nasty scowl.
“Could you guys have gotten any louder?”
I flushed beet red. Erin and I had been rather loud. I hadn’t considered that sounds would travel. Or that Jarod would be paying the least attention. I chose to ignore him and hunt out Erin. I was still hungry, so I made for the kitchen, hoping I had missed some hidden crevice where all the edible loot was hidden.
“What? After that, you still have appetite for more? Come to me, babe. I can feed you,” Jarod called out crudely, making me wonder just what he knew happened earlier. He couldn’t have known that I had taken Erin between my lips.
I turned my incredulous look at him. He only smirked at me. “There is only one thing that can make a man scream like that,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at me.
I made my disgust known. Screwing up my face at him, I turned away to ignore his lewdness and marched into the kitchen.
My waist was snagged, and I was spun around and hoisted onto the kitchen counter. I almost gasped out loud before I recognized Erin’s cheeky grin. Lifting the hem of my t-shirt, he burrowed his head beneath to latch his lips, about a still sore tit.
I couldn’t hold back the moan.
The sound of the zipper being drawn down was the only warning I got before he stuffed his hard length into me and started to pound into my pussy again. I bit my lips and held back on my cries. The damn kitchen door was open; anyone could come in. This … was … so not … right.
I bobbed and shook with each thrust. My t-shirt was shoved up high above my large breasts so Erin could enjoy the view of his fuck unhindered.
It wasn’t long before he clenched his teeth and held back his cry. This time, not bothering to pull out of me before he came. I groaned in frustration for he was done before me. I opened my mouth to grumble, but he pressed his finger to my lips and shushed me. I pouted unhappily.
Erin only chuckled before saying, “Let’s go. I’ll drive you back. We can stop for a morning after tablet on the way. And grab some breakfast too.”
Breakfast!
I watched as he set himself to rights then pinched my lush mounds before tugging my t-shirt back down. I was hustled out of the apartment and bundled into his car without ceremony. It felt odd to drive about town with his cum dripping down my thigh and feeling naked and horny as hell beneath the t-shirt I had on. I seriously hoped he would be taking care of the matter when he dropped me off home.
But that hope was short lived when I took in the cars parked out front of my unit. Janice and Colin. How could I get so lucky?
Looking down at my scanty outfit, I groaned out loud and pitifully.
“Company?” Erin asked as he pulled up behind Janice’s Beemer.
“My sister … and Colin,” I muttered under my breath.
“Then, we had better take care of this before we head in, hadn’t we?” Erin threw me a lascivious grin before thrusting his hand and fingers up under the hem of my t-shirt. I opened my mouth to… scream? But he sealed it with his own and stuck his tongue down my throat.
I slapped his fumbling hands away and wrenched my clinging lips free. I could not make love to him in the car. Not when Janice and Colin were nearby, and who knows how many countless peeping toms were tuning in for the show.
His hands shifted focus to clutch at and squeeze my heaving bosoms, and his lips merely drifted south to land and settle on my sensitive neck. He bit my ear lobe, and I moaned out for more before reality crashed in again, this time from the help of a beeping horn. I jerked up and glanced about and was thankful to note that the horn hadn’t been directed at us.
“We’re … not … doing this here,” I managed to get out feebly, if somewhat adamantly.
Shifting my hands about his head, I tried to haul him up and away from ravaging my neck, but his lips only drifted lower, this time dragging the loose neckline with him. And then, his face was buried in the valley between my heaving bosoms. He moaned out in ecstasy, burrowing in deeper. I slapped the back of his head in annoyance and tried to toss him off again.
Then, he bit me, and I racked my claws down his back. He moaned again.
I shivered.
This was getting us nowhere. I decided on an alternate approach.
“I’ll fuck you later. All day and all night. I promise. But not now!”
Erin lifted a grinning face at that, then said, “You’re on.”
I pinched his dimpled cheek over his blatant manipulation but couldn’t help my answering grin.
Then, I turned back to face my home and knew I couldn’t delay the inevitable. I had to face whatever shit Janice had in store for me.
“I’ll come with you,” Erin volunteered, reading my reluctance to head inside alone. I smiled at him gratefully, and together, we climbed out of the car and went inside. I held my breath in anxiety unwilling to face my sister at all. Or Colin either. And, definitely not with Erin in tow. What would they say? What would they do? Unwilling to admit myself scared shitless, I drew up my chest with a deep breath and Erin’s appreciative gaze with it, and then ignoring the pounding of my heart in my ear, I reached in my bag for the key… only to find my door flung open in my face.
TO BE CONTINUED……