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 fuckingmilktasted like.
Fuckthat 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 couldeasily 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?”
“Ohshit,” 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 yellfire!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.
