Molly whimpers and begs, continuing to keen backward into my groin. She’s on her tiptoes, rocking and spreading herself for more. If I pound her any harder she probably won’t walk for a week, but still, she keeps asking for me to go deeper, and keeps pressing back against my hard thrusts into her. I brace myself against the island with one hand, and the other moves across her breasts. I tweak on her nipple while I white knuckle the counter with my forceful grip to anchor us.
While she bucks, shakes, and heaves with pleasure under me, I fight back the insistent urge to tell her that she’s all mine. To claim her. Fuck, there’s no way I can do this to her now. This’s not our deal. We’re supposed to keep things casual, yet here I am, inside her without protection, with my mind full of ridiculous thoughts of fucking up the good thing we have. Taking things to another level is a bad idea. More reckless than fucking her bareback. Neither of us signed up for more. I push back my crazy thoughts and refocus on the smooth flesh of her breast beneath my grip.
I know she’s about to come when her pussy tightens and ripples, wrenching around my length, gripping my cock like one of her hand jobs. Her hands reach back, searching for any part of my legs, ass or hips to grip onto.
“Cum for me,” I order her as her small moans ascend to a higher pitch.
Shaking and weak in the knees, Molly hits her climax with a force that shudders through every part of her body. The edge in her voice changes again as she calls out my name, summoning me to follow after her. I’ve held back for so much time that I don’t hold back. I come hard, emptying my seed deep in her womb.
As we lean on the kitchen counter, catching our breaths, one thought remains. One word.
More.
Not only for a repeat of all this erotic play and smoldering hot fuck sessions, but also for time with her. Really with her. But I tamp down that wish, brushing it from my mind, erasing it from my psyche. My past has taught me that wanting for a thing is the surefire way to see it slip from my grasp.
I’m still buried deep inside of her when the sound of keys jangling a distance away gets my attention.
Shit. No fucking way.
“Someone’s coming.”
“What?” she breathes out distractedly.
“The front door. Someone’s unlocking it.” I swear under my breath and pull out of her, scrambling to gather up the nearby pieces of our clothes. “Get dressed. Your mom’s home.”
She huffs out a breath. No doubt she’s as wound up as I am, even if she came once already. I know her body and it’s just getting started. But it’s too late for round two. Dragging her tank top back over her shoulders, she wiggles into her jeans and stuffs her panties into one of the pockets. I don’t know why Molly is in such a panic. I’m the guy with the beginnings of another erection straining against my pants, standing in her mother’s kitchen looking guilty as sin and horny as hell. And now I have to greet the woman. What a fucking mess.
I’m straightening Molly’s tag on the back of her shirt when the conservative, blonde woman in her mid-fifties walks into the room lugging a bunch of grocery bags. Only then do I take a second to look around at the whole scene in the kitchen.
We haven’t put away a damn thing from our role-play. None of the toys are hidden, and the silk ropes are still hanging off the legs of the bar stool. Then the vibrator rolls off the kitchen counter, buzzing as it skips across the floor. How fucking inconvenient. Molly and I both make a grab for it at the same time and end up hitting our heads together. I curse like a sailor from the pain, forgetting for a split second that Molly’s mother has probably never heard that much profanity in one sentence before. The whole situation feels like I’m back in my teens.
“Oh, hey Mom. Sorry about the mess,” Molly says a little too loudly, her hand still rubbing the spot where her head hit mine.
“Hi, you two. How are you doing, Tate?”
“Great, Mrs. Davenport. Just great.”
“I didn’t expect you to get home this early,” Molly tells her. “Did something happen at work?”
“No, everything’s fine. I got this great recipe from Doris and couldn’t wait to get in and try it.”