“Dad, stop. I lost my virginity on prom night.” I shake my head and his swings my way. His eyes narrow and I can see the wheels in his head turning.
When the hell will I learn to shut my big, fat mouth?
“You went to prom with Bobbie Evans. He still works at the car dealership in town,” my dad growls and his jaw starts to tic.
“Um…” I look at my mom for help, but I can see that she’s upset as well.
“I’m going to kill him,” Dad seethes.
“I’ll help you,” Wes says. I look at him and narrow my eyes, and he shrugs.
“I haven’t spoken to him in years,” I say, tossing my arms in the air then crossing them over my chest, glaring at him.
“Keep it that way,” Wes commands.
“Can you keep your caveman in your pants?” My eyes go from Wes to my dad, who is looking between Wes and me with a strange look on his face.
“Dad?” I say, and it’s almost like he’s frozen in place.
“Love you, honey,” my mom says, cutting in and giving me a hug.
“Love you, Mom.”
“Asher.” My mom grabs his hand and his eyes go to her, and he shakes his head then looks at me.
“Be good,” he mutters, giving me a hug and kissing my forehead. Then he looks at Wes and lifts his chin before heading towards his Jeep with his arm around my mom’s shoulders.
“That wasn’t so bad,” I tell Wes. His arm wraps around my waist and I feel his lips on my hair as we watch my parents drive away.
“I like your parents,” he says, leading me back into the house.
“They like you too.” I smile then walk towards the bedroom once we’re inside, but don’t make it far, because the back of my shirt is grabbed and I’m tugged backward into his hard body.
“Where you going?” He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses down my neck.
“I was going to shower.” I moan, tilting my head to the side.
“That sounds good.” He bites my neck, lifting me and walking towards the bedroom, making me laugh.
“Where in that did you hear me invite you?” I ask as he reaches around me, turning on the shower.
“The part where you were going to be naked.” He pulls my shirt off over my head and unhooks my bra, letting it drop to the floor before palming my breasts, pulling on both nipples, which makes my core tighten with want. His hands travel down my stomach and he slides my sweats down my legs, commanding, “Step out,” against my neck before biting into my skin.
When his hands leave me again, I turn to look at him over my shoulder and watch as his hands go behind his back as he pulls his shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor with mine. When his arms wrap around me again, I moan, feeling the denim of his jeans scrape against the skin on the back of my thighs as one of his hands slides down my stomach, the other wrapping across my breast. His foot spreads my legs farther apart and his fingers slide through my folds, making my hips buck forward. Turning my head, I pant into his neck as two fingers slide on either side of my swollen clit.
“My mouth is watering.” He lets me go, making my eyes that had slid closed fly open. I turn and watch as he pulls a towel off of the shelf and sets it on the vanity. Then he pulls me by my hips and lifts me, placing me on it. “Show me your pussy, baby,” he says, unbuckling his jeans. My eyes are glued to the outline of the budge the V of his hips is pointing to.
“Spread your legs, July.” My eyes glide up to meet his and I swallow, slowly spreading my legs open. “Touch yourself how you want me to touch you.” He pulls down his jeans and his cock bobs against his stomach, the veins pronounced, the head so red it looks painful. I bring two fingers down my stomach and pause just over my pubic bone, feeling unsure.
“Touch it, baby. Show me how you like it,” he encourages while wrapping his hand around his length and pumping. I lower my fingers between my folds and rub circles around my clit then slip one finger inside of myself, taking the wetness of my arousal and sliding it up and around my clit.
“Fuck,” he clips, and my eyes that had slid closed open and meet his. I swallow, keeping a slow pace, the ache in my core telling me that when I do come it’s going to be huge. Like he can’t stop himself, he steps towards me, circling my entrance with one finger then pulling his finger, covered in my arousal, out and swiping it across my bottom lip.
He crashes his mouth down on mine, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and sucking hard, causing me to cry out and my fingers to move faster, circling my clit. Then he pulls his mouth from mine and drops his face between my legs, burying his tongue in my pussy taking long strokes as his fingers enter me, making me scream his name. My orgasm crashes over me suddenly; the walls of my vagina contract, pulling at his fingers as I float away, my body breaking out with cold bumps as he wipes his chin on the inside of my thigh. He stands, grabs my ankles, holding them out to the sides as he slams into me hard. My hands go behind my back to keep myself up.
“Watch,” he growls, pulling out and slamming back in. “I love the way I look disappearing into you.” His words make me hotter and I lower my eyes, watching him enter me in long, measured strokes. Each of his thrust hits something deep inside me that causes a sharp pain that simmers out into pleasure.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper, and his mouth crashes down onto mine, causing the sound of my orgasm to slide down his throat. He pulls and wraps my legs around his hips, puts his hands under my ass, and then lifts me up, taking me into the shower, where he presses my back into the tiled wall. I use my legs wrapped around him as leverage to bring myself to orgasm again. “Fuck, baby, squeeze me,” he groans, planting himself deep and dropping his forehead to my shoulder.
