“You’re probably one of those people who doesn’t make a sound. Who comes internally and leaves a guy wondering if you even came at all.” He hooked an arm underneath her knee, spreading her further apart while he dropped his head right to where he wanted to taste her. He’d always thought foreplay was overrated, but this- this was the real deal.
“You probably only give head because you expect it back. You look like you might need some practice- oh… oh… yes, definitely… p-practice.”
Teela’s fingers curled in his hair. Her nails bit into his scalp as his tongue swept over her folds. She was so wet and so, so sweet. The sweetest pussy he’d ever tasted in his life. She moaned when he dipped lower, finding her entrance. He knew she’d be tight. So gloriously tight, but he brought his finger there anyway and put it inside of her. Her inner walls clenched around him and it might as well have been his cock they were clenching on, because the damn thing bobbed and throbbed and his balls tingled like all that action was happening to them.
“Oh, god, you definitely suck at this,” Teela moaned as he skimmed over her clit while he worked her gently with his finger.
His cock was sending some desperate messages, aching to be inside of her, but he ignored it for the moment.
“You’re not doing it right at all.” Teela’s hips bucked up into his face while he teased every single inch of her. “Not- at- oh- oh- please… not- at all- yes, right there.”
She’d definitely proved him wrong on the whole being quiet thing and as her words trailed off and her little whimpers of pleasure took over, it was clear that she was so close, right near the edge. Her inner muscles were already clenching around him and her hips were slamming into his face and she was wet, so deliciously wet all over his mouth, his lips, his chin.
Because he was an asshole, but also because he couldn’t wait another minute for her release before he himself lost his load all over his expensive leather couch, he withdrew and inserted two fingers together while he suckled her clit unmercifully.
He’d never really been that into giving head. It was okay. Sometimes he even enjoyed himself, but this… this was like an out of body experience. Teela came hard on his fingers, on his tongue, on his mouth. She arched her back and cried out while her body throbbed and pulsed and shook beneath him. Her hands scrabbled at his scalp, his shoulders, anything, while she bucked and writhed and all of a sudden, his cock was kicking, spurting his own release half on Teela’s leg, half on the couch, half on his own jeans.
A shriek filled up the house.
Ross raised his head in time for every single person’s worst nightmare to come true. His mother stood there, her mouth hanging open.
He dove for the only thing he could think of to cover himself, which was Teela’s leggings that they’d stripped away. He tried to throw them over her while she let out an embarrassed shriek and nearly kneed him in the balls. He tried to pull up his jeans and his mom slapped a hand over her eyes and whirled.
Thundering footsteps sounded in the kitchen and his dad made a fast entrance into the room while his mom uttered blasphemous curses about sweet jesus this, sweet jesus that, mary save her this, something about god too. He was swearing and Teela was starting to cry while she fumbled with her clothes, and in the middle of it all, his dad’s words cut through the chaos right before he slapped a hand over his eyes.
“Get the extinguisher! The barbeque is on fire!”
CHAPTER 13
Teela
“Heaven save us!” The older lady, who could only be Ross’ mom, since they shared the same eyes and nose and complexion, muttered as Ross finally got his jeans adjusted and took off racing after his dad. “Who on earth are you?”
Ross’ steps thundered past the room. In his hands was a red canister, the fire extinguisher, Teela realized through the fog of horror clouding her entire world. Why did her luck always have to be so terrible? Why did the most amazing orgasm known to man- er- woman, have to have the world’s most mortifying ending. She wished the couch would open up and swallow her, but no sinkholes emerged.
“She’s having my baby, mom,” Ross yelled as he disappeared towards the kitchen.
Animated male voices drifted back into the stunned silence of the living room. Teela had to close her eyes. Tears were stinging the bridge of her nose and a few had already leaked out. Closing her eyes did nothing to keep them from falling.
She opened them, glanced down at the couch, and when she noticed a wet puddle which may or may not have been from her, but was questionable either way, she quickly shoved her leg over the spot, hiding it from Ross’ mom before she saw it. Could it get any worse?