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The very knowledge that anybody could see us was an aphrodisiac that made me uncontrollable in my lust.
He slammed his cock as far into my mouth as I could take.
“I’m fucking coming.”
I choked on his cockhead but didn’t dare pull away when I started to feel the hot, salty thickness of his cum sliding down my throat.
And I swallowed it all, took every last drop until he was the one gently pushing me away, breathing out harshly as he stared down at me.
I stayed on my knees, my hands on my thighs as I looked up at him. I couldn’t catch my breath. The flavor of everything that was Matthew filled my mouth.
He looked feral in that moment as he reached out and ran his thumb along my bottom lip. He lifted the digit up and showed me a drop of his semen on the pad, and promptly pushed his thumb back into my mouth, making me take it. “Lick it clean, baby. I want all of me in you.”
For long moments, I just sat on the ground at his feet, looking up at him, his finger in my mouth, my tongue running over the digit.
“I love you,” he said softly, but the determination in his voice, the sincerity that I heard, had a little sound escaping me.
He lulled his thumb from my mouth and tucked himself back in his jeans, zipped up his pants and fixed his belt. He helped me off the ground and pulled me in, just holding me, his hand on the back of my head as it rested over his heart.
“I love you too,” I replied softly, closing my eyes and wishing that this moment would last forever, that reality wouldn’t intrude.
He gave me a kiss on the crown of my head before pulling back. But he didn’t let me go just yet. He cupped my chin with his thumb and forefinger, tipped my head back, and brought his mouth down on mine, kissing me softly, soundly. It was during that kiss that I heard the back sliding glass door open.
We broke away at the same time, my heart instantly racing.
“Ivy? Matthew?” The sound of my father’s voice had panic rising in me.
The last thing I needed was to have him see us in this situation, to find out this way.
We broke away and I looked around in a panic but finally saw a hammer lying on the ground. I grabbed it and held it up to show Matthew. He lifted a dark brown eyebrow and smirked.
“What do you plan on doing with that thing?”
I shrugged. “Working on the gazebo,” I said in a hushed whisper.
“Ivy? Matthew?” My father hollered out again and I walked to the other side of the gazebo, where he couldn’t quite see me. And then I started hammering. I heard Matthew chuckling as he walked around the other side.
“Over here, Stephan. Ivy and I are just working on the gazebo.”
I could see Matthew through an opening in the structure and he winked.
I heard my father and Matthew talking and then finally moved around to the other side, hammer still in hand. They stopped their conversation and glanced at me, my father looking at the hammer I held, surprise on his face. It’s not like I did this kind of thing so it probably seemed pretty unusual.
“Hey,” I said nervously, my voice shaky. “You’re home.” He walked up to me and gave me a hug. I felt guilty, knowing I’d just been on my knees sucking Matthew’s dick.
“Yeah, I wanted to surprise you guys.” He looked between us and then stared at the gazebo. “You’ve been helping Matthew with this thing?”
I felt my face heat and nodded.
“It’s coming along,” he said happily, proudly. “Thanks for working on it,” he said to Matthew and glanced at me. “I didn’t know you were into this kind of thing.”
“Me either.” I heard Matthew chuckle at that.
“I wanted to start working on it again, but with the whole job situation, I haven’t really had time or the mindset to mess with it.”
“No worries,” Matthew said and shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. “It keeps me busy.” He glanced over at me, and I could see the sheepish look on his face.
My father and Matthew talked for a few more minutes, and as I was about to head back inside, I heard my father clear his throat. “Ivy, I was wondering how you’d feel about me making us dinner tonight.” I felt my brows knit in confusion.
Why would he need to ask me how I felt about him cooking tonight? “I’m fine with that.” He cleared his throat and lifted his hand to rub it over the back of his neck. He was nervous.
“I was going to invite Cora over.” He looked up at me, having glanced away just a moment ago.
