“Good girl.”
She smiled, wiped her chin with her thumb, then sucked the drips she let escape.
“What do good little cocksuckers get?” I asked.
Her eyes lit up. “To come?”
I nodded. “Turn around. Bend over.”
“I don’t want–”
“Princess, you just sucked the cum from my balls so I’m gonna need a few if you wanted to fuck. But I’m gonna eat you out from behind, then we’ll go to the barbecue. We only have a few minutes though. You don’t come in two minutes, then you’ll have to wait until we get back later.”
“What?” Her mouth dropped open and I wanted to stick my dick right back in.
“Think you can come in two minutes?”
She nodded, then turned, bent down so her forearms were on the bathmat, her face turned to the side. Her ass was up displaying her always-wet pussy and the handprint I’d spanked onto her ass when she got out of the shower and argued about where my cum was to go.
“Good girl.” I sank to my knees behind her, parted her cheeks and ate her out. From clit to asshole, I didn’t miss a spot. “Good fucking girl.”
14
CASSIDY
While we werelate to the barbecue, we weren’t the last to arrive at Hayes’ parents’ house. Beau and Lainey hadn’t shown yet. I wondered briefly, if they were late for the same reason we were, but then I remembered they had a three-month old. Surely, that would put them behind. Or at least give them an excuse if they really had been having sex.
Unlike me and Hayes. But no one said a word or asked. I was hugged by pretty much everyone. Mr. Wilder was by the grill–a huge thing that was clearly meant for a crowd of cowboys–with Trig, Mike, Cam and Taylor, who had her newborn in a sling across herchest. There were a number of picnic tables and rows of coolers full of ice and drinks.
I took the Jell-O from Hayes and carried it into the kitchen where I found Mrs. Wilder. She had two babies, one in each arm. Based on the age, I guessed them to be Clarabel and Sage, both holding a carrot. With her was Ellie, who was organizing a vegetable tray, Cammie, who was pulling condiments from the huge fridge, and Zeb, who just came in from the attached garage with a bag of ice in each hand.
“Cassidy, oh, I’m so glad you’re here!” Mrs. Wilder said. “Zeb, they go in the green cooler. Thank you.”
Zeb headed outside after winking at Cammie.
“Hi. I’ve, um, got Hayes’ Jello-O mold.”
“Give that to Cammie to put in the fridge for now. I’m afraid it’ll melt out in the sun right now.”
I passed it off to Cammie, who pushed her glasses up her nose. We were closest in age, but I still felt like a kid, even with her.
“How are things going with you and Hayes?” Mrs. Wilder asked. “He’s not being too bossy, is he?”
I stared at her wide eyed, wondering how she knew.
“All the Wilder boys are bossy,” Ellie added, probably understanding the look on my face. “Although Hayes is probably the worst.”
“He is not,” Cammie said. “Buck is. No, Colt.” She shook her head and laughed. “Okay, they all are.”
“I’m fine,” I said finally.
“Well, good. Since I’ve got my hands full of grandbabies, grab that tray and let’s get outside and eat.”
The tray was filled with napkins, cutlery, and a stack of plastic cups.
In the time I’d been inside, the tables had been loaded down with platters of hamburgers, salads, bags of chips, and more.
Hayes came around and took the tray from me, setting it at one end of a table and passing the napkins to Colt, who started passing them down the line as people began to sit. Lainey and Trig had arrived too, Mr. Wilder taking his namesake grandson from Beau. Little Charlie was three months old, completely bald and adorable.
