I ran my fingers up and down his chest, feeling his heart beat underneath my palm. He pressed his hips into mine and I could feel just how hard he had gotten in just a few minutes. I ached to feel him inside of me. I needed it.
My hands slid down his chest to his waist and undid the button on his khaki shorts. I helped guide the shorts off his hips and down to the ground. I went to my knees and looked up at him with a smile. I saw his breath catch just a little as I licked my lips.
I reached up to grab the hem of his boxers when I saw his mother watching us with horrified eyes.
I froze. I didn't know what to do. Maybe she was actually a T-Rex and couldn't see me if I didn't move.
We both stood perfectly motionless for an unbearable amount of time.
“What's wrong, baby?” Jacob asked, looking down with a frown. He followed my look of terror to see his mother standing in his kitchen with a bag of cucumbers. “Oh shit.”
That's when his mother came alive.
“Oh shit?” she repeated.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” Jacob managed to keep a relaxed body posture despite the fact that he was standing in his boxers, his erection quickly fading. I still was on my knees in nothing but my panties and t-shirt. I didn't think I could get up.
Mrs. Matthews focused the full weight of her glare on me. I swear her eyes went red and smoke came out of her ears. She was shorter than me, but at that moment she towered over me.
“Get out,” she growled, marching over and grabbing the collar of my shirt. She was tiny, but strong as she managed to nearly drag me out of Jacob's kitchen.
“Mom, what are you doing?” Jacob moved in front of her and blocked her path. “You don't talk to her like that.”
“I'll talk to that whore any way I like,” she spat. She let go of my collar, pushing me away in the process before looking up at her son. “How could you do this, Jacob?”
“Do what, Mom?” Jacob crossed his arms, the muscles standing out as he protected me from his mother.
“Do this to Katie.” Mrs. Matthews shook her head in horror. “You're supposed to be getting engaged soon. What will poor Katie think?”
“Katie and I aren't a couple,” Jacob told her. “We broke up.”
“Because of her?” She made a face that made me feel like garbage.
“No. Because Katie and I aren't right for each other. It's over. I can see anyone I want to see and I want to see Hannah.”
Mrs. Matthews sighed. “You say that, but I see the way you and Katie are around each other. That's a partnership worth pursuing.” Her gaze came back to me and she twisted her mouth like she'd bitten into something bitter. “You sure jumped on the availability. He's barely been single for an hour. Learn that in the city?”
“You don't talk that way to Hannah,” Jacob growled.
“Jacob, you clearly aren't thinking clearly.” His mother smiled at him and patted his shoulder. “This is a fling. This doesn't mean anything.”
“You're wrong.” His voice was solid and sure. It made my heart thrill to hear him defend me. “You need to get out of my house. Now. You don't talk to Hannah like that.”
“Jacob-”
“Get out of my house.” His tone was dangerous.
She crossed her arms and her mouth tightened as she looked back and forth between Jacob and me.
“Fine.” She huffed to the door. “This isn't over. I won't let you throw everything I worked so hard on away for a blow-job.”
Jacob's mother slammed the door hard enough that the entire house shook. Silence filled the room. I could hear her car engine start and she pulled away, the gravel crunching in her tires.
Jacob was at my side, his hands on my shoulders and his blue eyes searching my face.
“Are you okay? I can't believe she said any of that,” he told me. He looked confident, but his hands were shaking. “None of that was okay.”
“It's not your fault,” I told him, rising slowly to my feet. “I appreciate you defending me.”