But Cash did. A sexual being himself, he always picked on the body’s signals. His enigmatic expression offered Fee no clue to his thoughts. He might be jealous or frustrated. She wasn’t sure.
Hoping he understood, she winked at him. “Can you show me to the bathroom?” she asked Lena.
“I can show her, if you don’t mind,” Stretch offered. “Cash needs coffee and donuts. Can you show him to the kitchen, Mom?”
Lena offered a terse nod, then snatched the donuts off the chair. “Follow me.”
“If I fuck one of your relatives up, don’t say anything,” Cash warned, stalking behind Lena.
“Wow, that was so easy,” Fee observed, the moment they were alone. She’d expected major objections to Stretch’s suggestion.
“My mom thinks you’re a smokescreen.”
Yes, because his mom was a bitch. Cash was letting his displeasure be known. Stretch didn’t need both of them acting like assholes and deriding a decision he’d made from the heart. She winked at him. “If Lena only knew how much you do like girls.”
And how well he pleasured them. Fee was a lucky woman to have firsthand knowledge of how he felt between her legs, of getting to see this man come undone.
“I do like girls, Fee,” he swore. “I just prefer guys.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and bit his chin. “I can’t tell,” she cooed. “I’d say you like us equally. You pull out all the stops to pleasure me.”
He grinned, showing his dimples. “Definitely.” Stealing a kiss from her, he squeezed her hips.
“Fee, you don’t have to do this,” Stretch said, the moment they were alone.
Placing her finger over his mouth, Fee shushed him. “Bathroom, now,” she demanded. “Before I jump you right here.”
He grinned. Taking her hand, he led her to a small bathroom at the end of the hallway. When he flicked the light on, mold around the wash basin greeted her.
“I’m sorry about—”
“Shh.” Fee gripped his cock through his chins and squeezed. “My pussy is so hot and wet for you. I don’t think we have much time, so why don’t you slide my jeans down and see for yourself?”
Kissing her frantically, Stretch unbuttoned her jeans before doing the same with his. Once he slid them to her ankles, she stepped out of one side to better maneuver her legs. Because of his weak leg, he couldn’t stand up and support her weight, too, so she leaned against the closed toilet and braced her arms. The small confines added more wanton naughtiness to their encounter.
Fee pushed her ass against his hard cock, gasping at the feel of it against the outer lips of her pussy.
“Inside of me, now.”
With a deep grunt, he thrust into her, going as deep as possible, and starting an in and out motion that curled Fee’s toes.
“Fuck me fast and hard.”
Obliging, he shook her entire body with the force of his movements, his balls slapping against her clit
“Oh my God!” she gasped. “You feel so good.”
“Shut it, Ophelia,” he ordered, his husky voice heightening her desire. “Come quick, because my dick’s about to explode, baby.”
“Come then,” she told him, squeezing the walls of her pussy.
Stretch fingered her clit and Fee shivered, her body starting to tremble in release, wave after wave pleasure hitting her. A small noise escaped the back of her throat, and Stretch clapped on hand over her mouth as he spurted into her.
Fee didn’t waste time getting complete control of her breathing. Straightening, she used toilet paper to clean herself up as best she could before splashing water onto her face and washing her hands.
“Your mom’s so going to know what we’ve been doing.”
Stretch zipped his jeans. “Especially with your eyes all soft and your face so pink.”
Fee glanced at herself in the dingy mirror. She looked well-satisfied. “Well, I’ll just tell her the Holy Spirit has invaded me.,” she said with a smirk.
Opening the door, she walked out with Stretch’s laughter ringing in her ears. Most importantly, the gloom that had returned to him at his mother’s arguing had been swept away.
Or, in their case, fucked away.
“Mother?”
“Son, is that you?”
“Hello! Mom!” Cash shouted, the fucked-up connection irritating him as much as spending the day at the King household had.
“Cash!”
“I’m here,” he said, appeased now that the static had dissipated.
“Has something happened, Cash?”
Shame slid into him. He called his mother so seldom she thought an emergency had come up. But hearing Stretch’s regret and seeing his family’s treatment reminded Cash how lucky he was. His mother had long wanted a closer relationship. He’d spurned her.