“Melissa is in the pool,” he said. “She won’t see you.”
“Are you being serious?” I asked in disbelief, the warmth pooling between my legs.
“My house, Mia. I make the rules.”
I grumbled to myself, yet I did what I had been told because, well, I was too horny to throw a fit. I unclipped my bra, letting my breasts fall out of it, and handed it to him.
“Do you want me to take my shorts off too?” I asked sarcastically.
“I wasn’t going to make you, but since you offered.”
He held out his hand and waited for me to remove my jean shorts. I tried not to show him how much I actually liked this, but my nipples were hard, waiting for him to touch them.
I tugged off my shorts and handed them to him, sitting almost naked in his car. He laid my clothes on his lap, rubbed my pussy through my underwear, and played with one of my tits with his other hand. His mouth was on my neck, his scent drifting through my nose, his fingers moving so lightly against the fabric and making me so damn wet for him.
After sighing, I relaxed against the seat and spread my legs wider, giving him better access. Well, at least we were staying in the car. Melissa wouldn’t come out here for anything unless she decided to leave, and it was too late for—
Michael’s lips brushed against my ear. “Get out of the car,” he said. “I want to eat this tight little cunt.”
He opened his car door, grabbed my clothes, and walked right out of the car. I stared at him through the window with wide eyes.
From the sidewalk leading to his front door, he cocked his finger at me and mouthed the word,Come.
My heart pounded against my chest, and I glanced toward the backyard. Melissa could walk around the corner at any minute and see me completely naked in her front yard. I gulped, hurried out of the car, and shut the door softly behind me, so Melissa wouldn’t be suspicious.
I held my forearm against my breasts, embarrassed that we were outside in the open—it wasn’t like anyone could see us but still—and hurried to the front door. Michael pushed his key into the lock but didn’t turn it.
“Put your arms down, Mia. I want to see you.”
I stared up at his lustful eyes and clenched. I dropped my hands to my sides and watched him take my whole body in under the front light. He turned the key and pushed the door open for me.
After I took a deep breath, I hurried inside the house and up the stairs, trying to put as much space as possible between me and the pool. But Michael caught my wrist on the last stair and pulled me toward the living room.
“We’re not going to my bedroom,” he said.
I shook my head. “No, Michael, we can’t! What if they come upstairs and—”
He pushed me down on the couch, knelt, and held my legs apart, staring down at my wet panties. He danced his fingers down my inner thighs, and I shivered from his touch. In one swoop, he hooked his finger inside of my underwear and pushed them to the side, placing his hot, wet mouth right on my pussy.
I threw my head back. Melissa’s voice still drifted through the room through an open window, but I could barely make out what she was saying because her father was eating my pussy so fucking well that I couldn’t even think straight.
“Play with your tits, Mia.”
I groped my breasts and tugged on my nipples, letting out a quiet moan. He pushed two fingers inside of me and curled them, hitting my G-spot. My body jerked into the air, my breasts bouncing. He watched them and did it again, lips tugging into a smirk against me.
“Michael,” I breathed out.
He pulled his fingers out of me and stuck them right in my mouth, pushing them as far down as they would go. I sucked on them and closed my eyes, my pussy aching to be filled by him. His tongue moved faster around my clit, and delight surged through me.
“Fuck, Mia,” Michael groaned against me. “You’re making me so hard.”
I clenched again, heat warming me.
“Keep sucking on my fingers, baby.”
He grunted against my folds, then kissed his way up my body to my breasts. His free hand started rubbing my clit until I was moments away from coming.
The sliding glass door opened downstairs, and I listened to Melissa’s and Victor’s footsteps. I sank down on the couch, glad that Michael had decided to keep the light off, and shook my head at him, telling him that we needed to stop. Now.
