Taboo Love Part 2(3)

“You won’t give details about the club,” I murmured, as his plump, hard cock slithered over my ass. “I won’t give you details about my sex life beyond you.”

“Fair enough.” He positioned me. “Now relax.”

I felt the thick head urge my asshole wider, and I reached out to grip the shelves that lined the side of the shower unit. He fucked my ass slowly at first, urging his plump dick in a little bit at a time. With one hand, he braced my hip while he pumped in and out. His other hand slipped around my waist and down to my clit. With soapy fingers, he rubbed the swollen flesh, rolled it between his slick thumb and index. I gripped the shelf harder still and pushed my ass against him as he thrust his cock in and out my ass faster.

“Like that?” he whispered.

I gasped, “Fuck yeeesss…Harder, please.”

His laughter was low and breathy. “Who’ve thought little Mary liked it nasty?”

I pressed my cheek against the cool, wet tile as his cock rammed harder still up my tight, slippery asshole. I had no retort for him. I was beyond caring about barbs. His fingers at my clitoris worked frantically in time with his ass fucking, bringing me back to the apex of climax.

I desperately pounded my full ass cheeks into his pelvis, matching his rhythm. My legs trembled, and my whole body shivered as I came. He wrapped his hand around my waist and held me tight as I quivered with release. Then he pulled me up against his smooth chest as he pumped in and out quickly and came. His arm plastered my soapy boob to my chest, and he hugged me fiercely as he pulled his cock out.

As Shamus handed me a towel, I thought I heard a shrill chirp. “What was that?”

He stepped from the shower and turned to me, wiping off his glistening butt and legs. He listened. “I think it’s your cell phone. Sounds like your tone.”

I hopped onto the bathmat, wiped my feet, and scampered by him. Sure enough, my cell phone gave another trill.

“Shit,” I said, dropping the towel as I dived across the bed, reaching for my phone on the nightstand. “It’s my mom.”

“Ah, Rachel.” Shamus wore an affectionate smile as he sat on the side of the mattress. “My second favorite woman in the world. Say hi for me.”

Judging by his frown, I gave him the look of utter horror I was going for. “She can’t know I’m here.”

He scoffed and waved a dismissive hand at me. “What’s the big deal? It wouldn’t be the first time you came over here. She won’t think anything.”

I pasted a finger over his luscious lips. “Do not speak. Understand?”

He shook his head and walked to the entertainment unit he kept in the spacious bedroom.

I jammed the TALK button. “Mom! Hey. How’s it going?”

“Dear?” Mom’s singsong voice instantly calmed me. “You sound …rushed? Did I catch you at a bad time?”

If she only knew, I thought. But I said, “Oh, no! Not at all. I was just going to come over for our birthday lunch.”

Then my calm shattered, as an Iscariot’s Glory track blared. I stuck my finger in my free ear, glared at my grinning step brother, and mouthed “Turn that down!”

He stuck his nose in the air, crossed his arms over his chest, and shook his head.

“Oh my,” Mom said, but I had to strain to hear her words. “Where are you?”

I gave Shamus the finger, then held the phone a good distance from my mouth. “TURN. THAT. DOWN!”

His eyes widened at my shriek, and he held his hands up. Then he dropped the volume on the heavy metal tunes screaming through the speakers.

“Thank you.”

He feigned a look of innocence.

“Who’s with you, dear?” Mom asked, and there was no hiding my location from her now.

I sighed. “I’m at Shamus’ place, but I was just leaving.”

“Oh, Shamus.” Mom’s voice brightened. “Tell him I said hello.”

While she loved me, and I never doubted that, she had a soft spot for my step brother. They shared a devil-may-care attitude and a penchant for pranks. Patrick, Shamus’ father, was more the practical type, and he and I were considered the reserved ones in the family.

“Why don’t you just talk to him?” I regretted my sudden snarky tone. It could raise suspicion in mom.

And, of course, with a wide smile, Shamus held his hand out to take the call. He mouthed, “Should I tell her what we’ve been up to?”

I clutched the phone tighter to my ear, and my mother’s reply to my sarcasm went unheard. “On second thought, I’m hanging up now. See you in ten, mom. Love you.”

***

“Do you trust me?”

These were the first words Shamus spoke, when I answered my cell after leaving Mom’s place. No hello, no sarcastic quip to open the conversation. These out of character moments he displayed recently were beginning to perplex me.