“Right here on the ground?” I know the sheets are clean, but is he for real?
“Right here, sweetheart. You can present your tight sexy ass to me on all fours, or lay back and spread them wide.” He holds me up against his body while dropping to a knee and lowering me to the ground.
Already knowing how I want it, I turn, find my knees, and present my ass to him. Arching my back, I spread my legs a little wider, hoping he gets a good view. Judging by the low moan he breathes out, I know he does.
“Don't know if I want to eat this platinum * out or fill it with my cock.” His hands come to my ass cheeks, roughly pushing them apart.
“Cock.” I pant when he blows a warm breath over me. I know he’s right there. Can feel his soft breath over my wetness as he stares at his prize.
“I think I need a taste first.” He ignores my request, spreading me wider, his tongue hitting my clit first. A spark ignites on impact, burning through me slowly. Skillfully, he glides through my folds, over my opening, and up to my asshole.
Holy Fucking Shit!
I tense at the sensation of Hetch’s tongue where it’s never been before.
“Relax,” he soothes, his finger replaces his tongue and travels in the same path.
“How am I supposed to relax? Your tongue just licked my asshole.” I try to sound offended, but it only comes out breathy when he pushes his finger into me.
“You loved it.” He taunts, removing his finger. He dips back to my clit, dragging my wetness back through my folds and up to my asshole.
“I didn’t,” I lie, unable to stop myself from tensing when he presses against my tight hole.
“Has anyone ever taken you here, sweetheart?” He pauses, waiting for me to answer.
“No.” I don’t have a second to worry if I should be embarrassed by the fact when a deep, painful moan vibrates over me.
“Fuck, yeah.” He groans, burying his face back between my legs, repeating his earlier path.
“Doesn’t mean you’re getting in there.” The taunt falls from my lips with ease. His fingers dig harder into my flesh as he spreads me even wider, but there’s not time to call out because his tongue starts spearing into my *.
“Fuck, Hetch.” I moan, unsure if I can come this way. He continues to fuck me with his tongue, more convinced than I am. I think I’m almost there, almost to the precipice when a startled gasp comes from the front door. My head rears back, my eyes falling on someone I quickly recognize as Hetch’s sister and an older version of her.
A scream rips through my lips at the sight of them. Hetch’s tongue vacates my * in expert speed, then pulls my dress back down to cover me up.
“Get out!” Hetch booms. The women turn, bumping into each other on their way out the door.
“Oh, my God.” I drop my head to the ground. The embarrassment is almost threatening to bring up my breakfast. “Please tell me that was not your mother.”
He doesn't answer and somehow through my panic, I know without a doubt it was.
“Hetch?” I turn back. He has my arousal all over his face, and his gaze is on me.
“It was my mom and you’ve met my sister.” The bastard chuckles while helping me to my feet.
“I want to die.” My stomach rolls at the thought.
“Relax, it’s fine.” He smirks. His dimples don't make me feel better.
“Relax?” I think I’m in shock. His mom just saw his head between my ass cheeks and all he has to say is relax?
Is he mad?
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I drop his hand and adjust my dress back into place.
“What do you want me to say, Liberty? I can’t change her walking in. It happened. No point getting yourself worked up over it.” He has a point, but it still doesn’t make me feel any more relaxed. In fact, his blasé attitude is making me less relaxed.
“Where are you going?” I ask when he starts walking toward the door.
“I’m gonna go find out what the fuck they are doing here. You coming?” He motions me forward.
“What! Are you mad? You want me to meet your mom, now?” I know things have been moving pretty fast the last few weeks with Hetch, but meeting the parents wasn’t on my radar.
“If my mom is here, then she ain’t leaving. Seeing as she walked in on me out here with a woman, she ain’t gonna want to leave until she meets you.” He takes my hand and pulls me into his chest, offering me a chaste kiss. I can smell my arousal on his face and I die a little more.
“Go wash your face off.” I push him back and point to the kitchen. He looks confused for a minute before understanding filters through. Returning to the kitchen, he turns the faucet on and dips his face under the running water. After he dries his mouth with the front of his shirt, he walks back over to me and wraps an arm around me.
“Come on then, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can finish what we started.”