The men moved out of the way for the women to put the pots on the table. They went back inside and came out with vegetables and gravy. Cheryl sat between him and Noah. The table was a circle, which meant no one was left without a partner. Gloria said a prayer and from the words he knew it was directed at Cheryl.
Drew squeezed her thigh to offer her more comfort. She gave him a small smile, which made his heart ache. Her beauty really took his breath away.
“Cheryl, honey, pass those potatoes. I’m so hungry,” Gloria said, and the feast began.
Chapter Eight
Noah kept a close eye on Cheryl throughout the meal. She looked so fragile he thought she might break. Gloria kept staring at her as well. Whatever had happened inside the house must have been enough to worry the older woman. All he wanted to do was protect Cheryl.
Yes, he wanted her to fuck and play with, but he wanted so much more. She took small bites of her food, her fork moving the meal about her plate more than she was actually eating.
Putting his fork into her mash, he lifted it to her lips. “Open wide,” he said.
She glared at him. “What are you doing?”
“I’m feeding you. I want to see you eat something.”
“I can feed myself.”
“Really? Because to me it looked like you were playing with it. Now, open wide.” A battle of wills happened. She kept her lips firmly shut, and he refused to put the fork down.
“I’m not taking the food off you like a baby.”
Smiling, he leaned in close so only she could hear. “You’re going to need all your strength for later.”
He had her attention. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted.
“What’s happening later?”
Brushing a curl away from her ear, he got closer. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll take you back home and fuck your brains out.” Her blush was addictive. The desire to keep the red tinge on her cheeks by talking dirty to her was strong.
She picked up her fork and began eating her lunch. Smiling because he’d accomplished his task in getting her to eat, he looked over at Drew and gave him a wink. The rest of the meal went by without a hitch. Cheryl talked with his family, and he saw they adored her. Gloria gave him a knowing smile, nodding her head. She approved his choice of woman.
“Before my hips get any bigger, I think it’s time to clear this lot away, and then I’ll serve some cherry pie.” Gloria got to her feet to start clearing away.
“Let me help,” Cheryl said.
“Don’t you mind, deary. You stay and chat to the men.”
Cheryl sat down once again and stared at the men. Patrick and Larry moved and started clearing the table away, leaving Drew and Noah alone with her.
Placing his hand on her naked thigh, Drew ran circles over the flesh of her skin.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Drew put his arm along the back of her chair, playing with her hair. “I’m touching you. Your skin is so soft. I think I’m addicted to it.”
“What about your family?” she said.
“They’re probably doing the same in the kitchen. Patrick and Larry could never keep their hands off Gloria,” Noah told her.
“Why me?” she asked.
“We want you, Cheryl. Feel.” He took her hand to his hardened cock. Biting back a moan, he thrust against her hand. Noah went back to touching her knee. Her legs opened, and then she placed his hand over her pussy. She wore some panties but nothing he couldn’t move out of the way. Touching her was an addiction to him. Skimming along the edge, he pushed his fingers behind her panties, seeking out her heat. She was slick and dripping with cum. He slipped his finger to her clit and circled the tight little nub making her cry out. Noah watched Drew capture her lips to absorb her noise. He knew they wouldn’t find release, but they could give her one to help her relax.
When Drew pulled away, she turned to Noah and gave him the same passionate kiss that his friend had gotten. She was so responsive to their touch. He felt the fire inside her and wanted to claim her completely.
Drew fondled her tits, and Noah used two fingers, teasing her clit.
Her hips pushed up to meet the pressure as she matched him with every touch. Noah knew when her orgasm was upon her. He knew her body so well already. It was like he was attuned to her in a fundamental way. Seconds later, her small cries came out, her hand fisting on his leg as her hips jerked against his hand. Pressing his finger inside her core, he gloried in her wetness.
Kissing her one final time, he arranged her dress, pulled his fingers out and licked them. She tasted musky and sweet. Her skin was covered in a lovely glow, which he found gorgeous.
Gloria, Patrick, and Larry came out. She was carrying the pie while the men wore goofy grins, and one held a jug of custard, the other a tub of vanilla ice cream.