“You need to move faster. That’s the fifth outfit you took off. This is Sunday dinner at Mom and Dad’s, not The Met Gala.”
“Hmm…I see you’re still cranky.”
He walks up behind me and grabs my hip bones, pulling me into his groin. “I’m not fucking cranky. I’ve been watching your sexy-as-sin body move around naked for twenty minutes. I’m hard and need to fuck, Juliette. We haven’t had sex in a week because, for some foolish reason, you won’t while it’s that time of the month. Which won’t happen next month, I can tell you that right now. We’ll go in the shower and do it there if we must, but there’s no way in hell we’re waiting.”
“Sex maniac,” I tease and roll my hips back into him, and he’s right. He’s rock solid.
He leans over my back, licks up the side of my neck, and bites my ear. “We need to leave now, baby. Otherwise, I’m bending you over in this closet, and you’ll be walking into Mom’s withcome dripping down your legs.” He rolls his hips with meaning, then reaches around and rubs his fingers over my panties.
Oh god, my mouth hangs open. I can barely breathe, just from one small touch. “You better stop Harrison,” I warn, with little bite behind it.
“Ah, fuck. I can’t, baby.” He continues to roll his hips into my behind, picking up speed every second that passes. He’s going to come in his pants if he doesn’t stop.
From the friction of my lace panties and his fingers, it’s already becoming too much for me. “I’m going to come soooo soon,” I cry out.
“Hold on to the shelf,” he growls and undoes his zipper.
I don’t even attempt to take off my thong. I force it to the side for easy access so he can push right in. “What a good girl, so smart, baby.” He lines himself up and slams in.
Ah. I screw up my eyes. Jesus, that never gets easier.
“You okay?” He slides out, then back in, slowly, hissing with each stroke.
I can tell he’s already on the edge.
I push back in a silent invitation. It only burns the first few seconds, and then I warm up to him quickly. He widens his stance, bends his legs slightly, and begins hitting me with deeper, meaningful pumps, really letting me have it.
“Fuck. How close are you?” he pants, rubbing my clit with more pressure.
“Don’t stop. I’m there…I’m there,” I cry out, my body quivers, and my legs shake while I hold on desperately to the shelf so I don’t fall as my orgasm rips through me.
“Daddy? Juliette?” The closet door handle jingles, and I freeze, thinking I might be having a stroke on the spot.
I try to pull back, but Harrison doesn’t let up his pace. He presses his lips to my ear. “Stay quiet, Jules.”
Then he pumps me once more, hard and fast, hitting the back of me so hard it takes everything in me not to scream the house down. “Fucckkk,” he whispers, and I feel the telling jerk as he comes deep inside me.
“Hello?”
“One minute, angel. I’m helping Juliette with something,” he calls out.
“Yeah. You’re helping me get a one-way ticket to the insane asylum.” I turn around and punch his arm, and he chuckles. “We need rules. No more sex during the day.”
“I’m not being one of those parents.” He rearranges himself and then zips up his pants before leaning down, using a dirty white T-shirt to wipe up his come dripping down my legs.
“It’s notthose parents. It’s every parent, Harrison.” My eyes widen. “Oh dear god, she probably heard me orgasm. I was screaming so loud.”
“Mmm. Probably won’t be the last time.”
“What did you say?” I squeal.
“Hello. I’m still out here, you know,” Claud calls out.
“Wear the black skirt and purple sweater. It’s Rosa’s favorite color.” He points to one of the many outfits I threw on the closet floor.
I throw my hands up in frustration. “You could have told me that twenty minutes ago.”
He winks and then opens the door and slips out before Claud can see me naked.
