I wanted it. I wanted it, and more importantly, I was taking it. She was mine, completely and utterly. No more Ken the wanker, nothing between us, we were flesh against flesh, buried again and again, like an exquisite secret I never wanted to be revealed. I took her because she was mine, she had always been mine, and as much as I wanted to deny it, to pretend it wasn’t true-maybe I was afraid because I knew it really was so-fucking her was the closest I was ever going to come to complete. I never wanted it to end.
But Dawn was making those little squeaky noises again, her tell-tale “uh, uh, uh,” and I was so close, I was getting loopy-the world was fading in and out with every thrust. When she came again, her fingers working between her legs, her tits swaying beneath her against the bed, she let out several long, low moans, each one successively louder-way too loud to be mistaken for anything other than they were. I heard something-I thought for sure I heard something, that squeaky step on the landing maybe? Panicked, I looked toward the door, worried my mum had heard and was coming to investigate. I pumped faster into her cunt, watching my cock disappear between the hot pink flesh, determined to come, come, come, I told myself I didn’t care who might interrupt us at any minute…
“No!” Dawn shifted her hips forward, and although I grabbed for her, she was too fast and out of my reach. “I want it!” she insisted, turning and grabbing my aching cock. “I want your cum. Make me swallow it all.”
Fuck. That was it. I grabbed her by the hair, growling and thrusting my cock to the very back of her throat, not caring if she gagged-and she did, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“Ahhhhh fuck!” I groaned. “Swallow it! Swallow it all, Dawnie!”
She grabbed the clench of my arse in her hands and pulled me in deeper, the sounds she made in her throat urging me on, and I exploded, convulsing uncontrollably and shooting hot waves of cum into her eager, waiting mouth. I heard her swallowing and I gave her more, more, blasting her with so much of the stuff I wondered, for a brief, dizzy moment, if a man could hemorrhage from loss of semen.
She grinned at me, wiping her chin, her eyes bright. “Mmmm…more?”
“You’re bad,” I whispered, stroking her hair, feeling my cock waning wetly against my thigh.
“You like me that way.”
She was right.
“Oh fuck!” I grabbed for my underwear and trousers, yanking them on. “I’m late.”
“What for?” Dawn pulled a cover over her, looking disheveled and distracting with one thigh peeking out from under the sheet.
I sighed. “My date.”
“Oh right.” She rolled her eyes. “Jules the twat face?”
I reached for the doorknob, not wanting to look back at her. “Button it!”
“Don’t you want to stay here with me?” Dawn pulled the sheet aside a little-I did look back, I couldn’t help it-and I caught a glimpse of the sweetness I’d been buried in moments ago. “Your mum and dad are supposed to go out later.”
I actually considered it. I stood there and weighed my options, but knew if I stayed-I’d never leave again. Then I shook my head, grimacing, and told her, “Dawn, no. I have to go.”
I turned away from her pouty look, tried to block it out as I shut her door and headed down the hall. I went into the washroom, did a quick shave, brushed my hair and washed my teeth. I didn’t notice my mum on the landing until I started down the stairs. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sight of her sitting there-just…sitting there.
“Mum?”
She looked up at me, and I knew. She knew. Fuck. Her eyes were blank. “Going out, Davey?”
I nodded, swallowing past a lump in my throat. “You all right, Mum?”
“Fine.” Her voice was distant. “Your dad will be home soon.”
“I’ll be late,” I said, stepping past her on the stairs. “Real late.”
“That’s fine.”
I wanted to escape. The thought that my mum knew-what had she heard? Anything? Did she really know? Why else would she be sitting on the landing, practically catatonic? I glanced back when I hit the bottom of the stairs. She was looking my way, but it was like she was looking past me.
What could I do? Undecided, I stood there another moment longer, looking at the front door, then back at my mum. Then it occurred to me-she was right. Dad would be home soon. If she had heard something…suspected something…and she told Dad when he came home? I didn’t want to be anywhere near the house when that happened!
I put on my shoes, grabbed my jacket, and headed out the door.
Chapter Ten
I was supposed to meet Julie at the club and she was standing outside waiting for me when I got there-decidedly late.
She didn’t see me at first and I looked at her, leaning against the side of the building, her head turned the other way. Her dark hair fell in long, loose curls around the curve of her face in profile and it naturally led my eyes downward to the curves of her body. She was slender and soft, the size of her breasts a delightful surprise, a continental shelf-the woman had two delicious, sizeable sweater muffins under there!
I was amazed she didn’t seem annoyed I was late. She wasn’t tapping her foot or pacing. She didn’t even look bored-she was just there, in the moment. There was even a half smile on her face.
“Hey Jules!” I slipped my arm around her waist and she turned to me, that half-smile filling and brightening immediately. Even her eyes smiled.
“Hey sexy!” She turned her face up for a kiss expectantly, not doubting for a moment I would give her one-and I did, a long, soft kiss that deepened into something else as I pressed her against the wall, leaning my weight fully against her. She gasped when we parted, her eyes shining. “Wow! I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Let’s not go in.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Not go in?”
“I want to be with you.” I nuzzled her neck, feeling her melt against me, the soft press of her breasts against my chest making me ache to touch them without any barrier between us. “Just you.”
“Well…I was going to surprise you…” Her breath moved across my ear, making my cock twitch. “Joanna’s gone to stay at her mum and dad’s for the weekend. She’s standing up in a wedding.”
I perked up-in more ways than one. “We have your whole flat to ourselves?”
“That’s right.” She waggled her eyebrows.
“What are we waiting for?” I kissed her again, harder this time, sliding my thigh between hers and wondering if she was wearing knickers-she still hardly ever did. I pushed her skirt up a little with my hand, feeling the impossibly soft skin of her thigh. She sighed and shifted against me, not protesting at all, even though people were all around us.
“Hey, ya randy bloke!” The sound of a voice behind me made me stop any further exploration. “Get a room!”
“We’ve got one!” I called back over my shoulder and then turned to Julie and whispered, “Let’s go use it.”
Julie shared a nice flat with a former classmate of ours, Joanna, on Forest Road. I didn’t fathom how they could make enough between them to afford it, but I think Julie’s mum and dad helped her out with groceries and such. We walked from the Tube, Julie swinging my hand and banging on about her late hours, and how hard her employer was working her lately. I paid only peripheral attention, the question of what was going on at home knotted like a viper in my belly.
“David, are you listening?”
“Huh?” I glanced at her as she unlocked the door to her flat and let us both in. The place smelled like roses and cats, a strange combination. They had a cat, even though they weren’t supposed to have any pets.
“What can I do to get your mind back here?” Julie pondered, shutting the door and tossing her purse and keys on the foyer table. Her tone was teasing as she shrugged off her jacket and let it drop to the floor. She was dressed to the nines, ready for a night of dancing, and the sight of her breasts pushed up in some silky material transfixed me for a moment.