by Claire Adams
He wrapped his arms around my back, pulled me off the counter into a standing position, and yanked my panties down. “You’re not going to tear them?” I asked.
“I can if you want me to.” He ducked down and held them up. “What’s that?” He pointed at a stain near the crotch and reached down to swipe his index finger in between my lips.
I shuddered, and my head rolled back.
“Are you wet?” He threw my panties behind him and began worshipping me with his lips. He had a way of pulling the skin up and driving his teeth in just long enough to give me a sharp jolt. He took his time, focusing on my lower neck, then chest and down towards my breasts.
He reached up, unhooked my bra, and let it fall limp. It was just getting in the way of his mouth and his roaming fingers. They left a cold burn behind when they circled my areola, and his tongue moving over my nipples compounded the effect.
The second he drove his finger through, my breath caught in my throat, and I never recovered. My body begged to take him in, to feel that touch that filled me up to completion. Without it, I felt empty. He reminded me of that by drawing the moment out as long as he could, teasing every part of my body until he knew I couldn’t take it any longer.
His finger twisted, coursing through, reaching deeper and deeper, but it wasn’t enough, nowhere near. I needed something thick and substantial, and a firm hand to drive it through. He knew that, and that something built up inside me, but he didn’t care.
It was all about my reaction, getting into my head, and making sure that I wanted it. He had to know for certain. He pushed his finger in deep and bit his bottom lip. “It’s so tight,” he said, groaning.
He pulled his pants down and kicked them aside. There was something telling about the motion, as if pressure had been building up inside of him for years, and he was finally getting a chance to relieve it. His cock was a sure sign of his pent-up sexual frustration. The head was bright red, standing at attention. I could tell that he’d been holding off on this moment for quite some time.
I wrapped my hands around his neck and crashed our lips together. When he pulled back, he flipped me around and bent me over. The movement took me by surprise, completely disarming me and making me feel vulnerable. He rested his hand on my shoulder and reached around with the other hand to stroke his fingers over my clit. He squeezed it between his fingers and reached up to cup my breasts.
His cock pressed against my lips, then slid over the wet surface up toward my clit. When he made contact, my lips parted, and a warm burst trickled out. It caught me off guard. I couldn’t stop it, but when it came, I lost all control and fell into the moment. One hand teased my nipples while the other teased my clit. The head of his cock pushed past the surface.
I rested in the moment between ecstasy and frantic anticipation. I pushed back, hoping to press his cock between my lips. The head hit my clit, and my eyes rolled back. It slid up, then back again, and over the tip. He got harder as blood was flowing into his cock.
He rested his hands on my shoulders and pulled me back into it. Then, he poured in, pulled back, and slammed in deep. There was no hesitation, no gentle touch, just his cock pounding through me and his finger moving over my clit.
His balls slapped against me. His skin melded to mine when he drove through, and the smell of sweat and sex permeated the bathroom. He spanked me hard, causing me to moan. Then he pushed in deep, deeper than before.
My skin tingled, my insides burned, my breath raced, and he kept pushing deeper, slamming past every barrier my weak muscles put up in a futile effort to prolong the moment. He wasn’t waiting, and I wasn’t sure I could.
He came in fast and kept pushing, back and forth, faster and faster. I couldn’t take it. It was too big, too sweet, and the sensation of his cock slipping through me was too powerful. It overtook all of my other senses.
I couldn’t fight it any longer. He grunted, letting out deep, animalistic groans that grew closer and closer together with every movement of his hips. My cries matched his own in rhythm and magnitude. When he got louder, so did I, until I was certain that everyone could hear us. I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered but the wild beast tearing through me.
He bent down and whispered in my ear. “Scream.”
“No,” I said.
“Scream.” He pounded in deep and pulled back and forth over my spot.
“I can’t.”
“You have to.” He pinched my clit.
I moaned. “Don’t you dare,” I said, my voice strained.
“Do it.” He pinched harder.
“No,” I gasped. He circled my areola.
“No?” He squeezed my clit as hard as he could, and my head flew up.
I cried out.
“Louder.” He flicked my nipple and bit down on the back of my neck.
I screamed. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t fight that feeling, or the wave pounding through me. It came in quick bursts, a flash, a jolt, and then a shockwave of raw energy that tore out, and seemed to hover over my body as it ate through and traveled down into my core.
When he pulled out, he ducked down to hand me my clothes.
“Thanks,” I said. I turned around to grab them and started getting dressed. His face was bright red, and sweat ran down his forehead.
“Are you free tomorrow?” he asked.
“Of course; are you inviting me over?”
“No, I’m demanding that you come to my house and take your clothes off the second you walk through the door.”
“I could just show up naked. It would save me some time.”
“No, it would take all the fun out of things.”
“Do you think they heard us?” I asked when I pulled on my pants.
“Let’s go find out.” He pulled his pants on and led me out into the hall. All I could hear was the sound of the TV in the living room, and people talking outside. The guys barely noticed when we walked out, and one swung his head so he could see what was happening when we passed the TV. Jake winked at me before we walked outside.
Chapter 13
Jake
I felt like I’d crossed a barrier between dirty and perverted. This was the first time I’d ever acted out sexually when my family was around. Normally, just the thought of Elizabeth sitting in the next room was enough to keep me limp for at least 12 hours straight, but that wasn’t the case when I was around Maria.
I’d never seen a woman that could drive me wild like she did. It wasn’t about the way she looked. It was her essence—the way she moved, the sound of her voice. I could already feel the urge growing inside me when we walked outside.
Andrew was passing out plates of food, and everyone was sitting around talking and eating. They’d lit up the fire pit and formed a circle of chairs around it. Maria took a seat while I filled our plates up. “You really have something special, don’t you?” Andrew rested his hand on my shoulder and motioned to Maria, who was looking back at me.
“I don’t know. I guess finding out is half the fun.”
“You just don’t know when a girl is giving you the look. She likes you.”
“You think so?” I asked.
“You like her, too. I can see it. I’m proud of you, man. I don’t know why you felt like you had to hide her from us.”
“Because I don’t like the scrutiny, and your wife is giving it her all. A few more hours and she’ll have Maria convinced that I’m a baby killer.”
“She’ll come around,” Andrew said.
Maria and Elizabeth still talked to each other. I didn’t know what to make of it. I knew Andrew’s wife would find some way to get me into trouble, but they were occupied with Haylie, who seemed to think Maria was a fairy princess judging by the way she latched onto her.
The day got later. The football game was over, and the food was closer to being finished. I chanced a look back into the kitchen. There were four kinds of meat, six different mayonnaise salads, and every kind of chip and soda imaginable.
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ally, Elizabeth backed off Maria, which was a relief, but Maddie sat at the table now, brooding. It was only a matter of time before she said something or did something to bother Maria. I thought I’d take a chance and sit with Maria to scare Maddie away. When I got close, Maddie sighed and stormed off, just like I’d hoped.
“Don’t worry about her,” I said, sitting down next to Maria. “She’s harmless.”
“She hates you more than Elizabeth does. It’s kind of sad.”
“It happens—a lot,” I said.
“I’ll bet it does.”
It was meant to be a simple, offhand remark, but I couldn’t help but think about what Andrew said.
“Are you having fun?” I asked Maria.
“I am.” Haylie was ducked down with her face behind a clump of grass just a few feet away. Maria waved at her, and she pounced with a growl. Maria picked her up, swung her around, then set her down.
“Up,” Haylie demanded.
Maria happily obliged her. “You’re so sweet,” she said in a playful voice.
“You’re the main attraction,” I said.
“No, she will always be the center of attention.”
I moved closer and whispered, “I disagree.”
She tensed up until Haylie smacked her in the face. “Haylie, no,” Elizabeth shrieked and ran over to get her. Just before she grabbed her, she gave me a sour look.
“Don’t worry,” I called after her. “You won’t have to deal with me forever.”
She pretended not to hear me and retreated to the kitchen. “She does hate you,” Maria said. “You wanna know the first thing she said to me?”
“I have been wondering.”
“She wanted to know what’s wrong with me.”
I laughed. “Really?”
“She calls me the one-nighter.”
“She just hates me cause she can’t have none.” We watched as Andrew used a pile of newspapers, twigs, and a log to build a fire in his fire pit. Elizabeth collected chairs, staying as far away as she could, and set them up in a circle around the pit.
“Did your brother sneak in any liquor?” Maria asked.
“He took me aside and asked me how I pulled a girl out of my ass, so I threw it into the neighbor’s yard.”
“Oh,” she chuckled. “I bet he was pissed.”
“I’m top dog,” I told her and looked her over with a seductive grin. “He wouldn’t do anything.”
“Do you think they know?” Maria whispered.
“Andrew doesn’t. What about the girls?”
“No, Elizabeth suspected something at first, I think, but I told her I didn’t need anyone to validate my relationship, and she shut right up. I think she likes me.”
“Seamless.” I nodded with satisfaction.
Elizabeth started taking chicken off the grill. Haylie ran outside and rushed up to Maria. “Up, up,” she demanded. Maria swept her up into her arms. Haylie took a seat on her knee and reached up to grab her hair. Maria let her swipe her tiny fingers through. Haylie laughed. “Soft.”
Maria and I both smiled. “You must really love kids,” I said.
“It’s her.”
“I know. The enthusiasm is infectious.” I waved at her.
Elizabeth glared at me from her place near the grill, where she shoveled a mound of burgers onto a platter. She moved on to a pile of ribs. “Those are the most prized items in this place,” I said. “Come on. We have to go to kitchen now if we want some.”
“Alright, sweetie.” Maria set Haylie down and got up to follow me. Haylie grabbed her hand. “Guess she wants to come, too.”
Elizabeth watched closely, but she didn’t stop us from taking her into the kitchen. “This is the longest I’ve been around Haylie in Elizabeth’s presence,” I said.
“I think it’s me,” Maria said.
“Food’s ready,” Andrew announced.
I snatched two plates of ribs the second Elizabeth set them down on the counter. “I told you to stay out of my kitchen,” she snapped.
I handed a plate to Maria. “I just wanted to make sure she got some,” I said.
Elizabeth looked at me, then Maria, ruffled her brow, and walked out. “She backed down pretty quickly,” Maria said and spooned herself up some macaroni salad. “I’ll bet she’s surprised by the way you’re treating me.”
I pulled two beers out of the fridge. “Eh, she’s probably too beat from cooking. Come on, let’s go sit down by the fire.” I handed her a beer and led her to the fire pit, where she started to sit down next to me. “Come here.” I motioned for her to sit in my lap. She did and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. I reached up and gave her a kiss, then pulled her closer so that she sat on my pup tent. She smiled and dug her hips in. “There you go,” I said.
“You’re a dog,” she whispered.
“Woof,” I snarled and tore into a rib.
Maria laughed.
“What?” I asked.
She took one of the napkins she held under her plate and swept it over the side of my mouth. When she did, she met my eyes and went bright red. I pretended not to notice. “Thanks,” I said and went back to my food.
Cara sat down to our right and leaned over. “You two are so sweet together. Don’t listen to anything those catty bitches say. I think you have something.”
“Thank you,” Maria said. “You’ve been so nice.”
The food was amazing; the chicken savory, the ribs smoky and sweet. We both watched as the fire grew, and sparks flew up over flames. Maria moved over to the next chair so she could pick up Haylie. The little girl rested her head on Maria’s shoulder and fell asleep on her lap.
It was getting later. The soft blue sky changed to indigo, then navy blue. Eventually, Elizabeth came to take Haylie to bed.
“Should we go?” I asked when she was gone.
“Yeah, I’m getting tired. Let me just say goodbye to Cara. I really liked her.”
“She’s a sweetheart.” I found Andrew sitting on the couch in the living room, where he was drinking a beer. His face was red, and he had a drunken smile.
“I can’t believe you did it, bro.”
“What do you mean?”
“You found a good one. We all like her.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” I said.
“No, I mean it. You should bring her around more often.”
“Okay,” I lied.
Andrew got up and gave me a hug and a pat on the back. “You have a good night.”
“You too.”
“Are you leaving?” Elizabeth walked out of the hall.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” I asked sarcastically.
She walked right past me to Maria and gave her a huge hug. I stepped outside a bit to hear what she said. “You’re the dumbest woman alive, but you’re still good. Come back anytime you want.”
“Thank you.” Maria gave her a warm smile. When we walked out, she said, “It’s a shame. They’ve all got their hopes up for us. I feel bad.”
“I do too, honestly. I’m sorry to do this to you.” We climbed into the car.
“No, I had fun. It’s them I feel bad for. I just hope they don’t find out.”
“Nah.” I turned on the ignition and pulled out. “I think we fooled them.” I pulled a wad of hundreds out of my pocket when we pulled up to the house. Maria tensed up when she saw it. “Here.” I tried to hand it to her.
She stared at it for a second, sighed, then took it and opened the door without a word. “You need me tomorrow?” she asked.
“Yeah, if that’s okay?”
“No, I’d love to.” Her former reluctance seemed to melt away.
“Good, I’ll see you then.” When I walked inside, I leaned back against the door. It was too real. I could almost believe that we were a couple, and that was dangerous territory. My problems were too big for one girl to handle, and if I let her get attached, she’d end up getting hurt. I didn’t want to see that happen.
Chapter 14
Mercedes
“Do you like your new job?” My mom pulled a pitcher of tea out of the fridge and poured us both glasses. Then she set mine on the table behind her. A pot of macaroni steamed behind her.
“It’s nice,” I said. “The pay is good.”
“You don’t need to do this, Mercedes.” Her bright red face was slick with sweat, and her blonde hair was flying out on all ends. She probably hadn’t had a chance to brush it all day. This was the longest she’d been at home all week.
“I won’t hear it.”
“You’ve gotta live your own life,” she said. “I won’t drag you down.”
“How was Dad?” I took a sip. “Did he seem okay when you picked him up?”
“He was tired. He fell asleep on the way home, but he managed to get himself up to his room.”
I smiled at that. “Good. I know he’s been pretty weak.”
“I think he’s getting better. I honestly do.” My mom checked the pot and stirred the macaroni. “I’m more worried about you. I’ll bet they work you to death.”
“It’s not so bad. I don’t mind.”
“You can do so much more. You’ve already got your degree.”
“I know, Mom, and I want to do more, but I’ve been looking for months. You know that.”
“It’s worth the wait,” she said. “I’ve seen too many people give up after college. I don’t want that to happen to you. Do something with your life.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the hundreds I’d been saving up. She glared at me. “Don’t you dare.” I unfolded it so she could see. She froze and stared at me with her mouth open.
“Just take it. Dad needs it, you need it, and while you’re at it, Mom, quit one of your jobs. I’m tired of seeing you hobble around after you’ve been on your feet all day. It’s not healthy.”
She eyed the money, clearly speechless. Then she pursed her lips and picked up the pot of macaroni to pour it into the strainer. I left the money on the table and got up to pull out the milk and the butter for her. When I turned to her, she leaned against the sink with the steam flying into her face. It did nothing to hide the tears. I rested my hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away and grabbed the pan so she could pour the macaroni back in. “You think you could take this to him?”