I slam my door and lock it.
Mo peeks through a crack at the bathroom door. I flex my hands, trying to let out some of the tension in them.
I wave her into the room. “He’s gone; it’s okay.”
She comes out, wrapped in a towel, hot as hell, all wet and fresh from the shower. “I’m done. I need dry clothes.”
I grab another shirt and a pair of cotton boxers. “Mom won’t expect me to come down. She knows I won’t after Dad and I argue, it upsets her too much. She’s easily rattled—anyway, no telling where they are in the house now, so you should probably just stay for a while and I’ll sneak you out after they go to bed.”
Mo shrugs, her mouth pulling into a frown. “Whatever.”
I pull her to me and put my chin on top of her head as I gather her closer. She fits perfectly in my arms. And I fit perfectly in her pussy. The thought brings my erection back to life.
Dragging her back to the bed, I fall, taking her with me. “Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”
She pushes me away. “I’m not having sex with you while your parents are downstairs.”
“Yes, you are.”
Her eyes go wide. “No. I’m. Not.”
I nip her bottom lip, biting just a bit harder than I probably should. When I let go, I say, “Yes, you are. There’s nothing else for us to do. Why wouldn’t we?”
She shakes her head. “Why would we? Your dad was just up here. Who’s to say one of them won’t walk in on us?”
“They won’t. Besides, I locked the door. It’s all good.”
Mo rolls away from me, snatching my clothes from the foot of the bed. She goes into the bathroom and closes the door without a sound.
Shit. I finally decide to go after what I want, and I’m right there—RIGHT THERE—damn if Dad doesn’t manage to fuck me out of it before I can actually get what I’ve wanted—needed—for so long.
I follow Mo into the bathroom. She’s just pulling the shirt over her naked breasts.
I tweak her nipple.
She yanks the shirt down and jerks away. “Stop it.”
Dropping my towel, I let my cock free. It’s hard and in need. Maybe she’ll take pity on me.
Her eyes go to it.
Perfect.
I push the shower curtain to one side and turn the water on. I step into the warm spray, but leave the curtain open. Water sluices over me and her eyes stay focused on my dick. I grab the soap and pour it over the wash cloth. Taking my time, I glide it over my body, not missing a spot. I turn this way and that.
When I move to my cock, I slide over my length really slowly, circling it with my hand, like I did the other day. I cup my balls and wash beneath them, making sure to pull at my erection when I come back up to the end of it. I let out a groan.
She’s sitting on the counter, watching my every move.
I catch her eyes with mine. “You know. I’m going to be forced to jack off if you don’t want to help me out here, Mo.”
Again I ring my fingers over my dick at the base and pull them up over the head until it pops free of my grip. I do it again. And a third time. Mo’s gaze hasn’t left my hard-on. Mine hasn’t left her face.
She licks her lips.
I hold my cock and turn toward her. “You want to touch it again? It sure would like that right about now, Sweets.”
She leans forward a little, her eyes rapt on my shaft. She wants it. I just know it. “C’mon, Sweets. It’s lonely over here. Come give it some company.”
A breath escapes her slightly open mouth.
“You know what it really wants, Mo? Your lips sliding over it. I’ve dreamt what that would be like. To have you take me in your mouth. Think you’d ever want to do that?”
She sits up straighter. Her eyes find mine, the pulse at the base of her neck ticking away. She places her fingers at that spot as though she can calm it. “I—I don’t know. I have wondered. I mean, you seem to like the way I taste.”
I nod and smile. “Oh, I more than like the way you taste, Babe. I fucking love it. I’ll never get enough of that pussy to satisfy my hunger.”
I turn the shower head toward the wall, so if she decides to do this, she won’t get soaked. Again, I grab my dick and stroke it a couple of times. “It’s right here.”
She darts closer as fast as I’ve ever seen a girl move. One knee on the side of the tub, she takes my cock in hand. When she slips her fingers over the end, it flexes in her hold. She looks up from beneath her almost transparent lashes, blue eyes wide and questioning.
“Go ahead.” I move toward her an inch or so.
She slides her hand over the shaft from the root to the head. “What if I don’t do it right?”