My jaw tight, my anger making me bold, I leaned back on the bed and opened my legs, showing him what he had only seen a glimpse of that morning in the kitchen. “Do I still look like a little girl to you?” He stared, his face going first white and then red. “Leah… no…” Sitting next to me on the bed, he pulled me to sitting and took my hand. It was the same hand that had been pressed against my pussy just minutes ago.
“There’s a lot more to sex than this… it’s really complicated… and I’m sorry that you found these, that you were exposed to this… that’s my fault…” I rolled my eyes at the lecture, at him trying so hard, and I slid my hand out of his to squeeze his thigh. I wanted to bridge the gap between us that he seemed intent on keeping. “I saw you, Mr. Nolan.”
His jaw dropped and he looked at me, incredulous. “Saw… me?”
“The night you came into the bathroom… do you remember that?” Glancing at him, I saw him nod, his face pale again.
“I watched you,” I admitted, my voice almost a whisper. “Touching yourself.”
“Oh Christ,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” I confessed. “Seeing you stroke yourself while you watched that man on the screen… fuck those two girls…” His eyes met mine, and I could see the shock in them at my language, but there was something else, too, that wasn’t just shock. I’d seen it before, in the kitchen when he’d looked up my skirt, and a moment ago, too, when he’d walked in and caught me masturbating.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I whispered, moving my hand up his thigh, high enough to feel that he was hard. I was encouraged by that, and the alcohol made me feel more free, like I’d drunk some liquid courage.
“Leah… I know this kind of thing can be confusing…” He took my hand and put it in my lap with a shaky sigh.
“I’m not confused,” I insisted, sliding down to the floor and kneeling between his legs. He was shaking his head, but I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against his crotch and nuzzling there.
“Oh hell,” he whispered, and I felt his hand moving in my hair, the lightest of touches.
“Please…” I murmured, turning my face, so my mouth was moving over the hard length of him against his trousers. “I want to…” I had him unzipped quickly, and I reached in to find him, looking up into his eyes. He was dazed, startled, even a little horrified, but there was something underneath that, and whatever it was kept him from stopping me. He didn’t say no as I freed his cock and took it into my hand.
Remembering how he had touched himself, I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started moving it up and down the length. His eyes closed for a moment and he moaned when I pulled all the skin up toward the tip. He was getting lost in the pleasure and sensation as I stroked him, wrapping my other hand around it, too.
He jumped when I leaned in and kissed the tip. “Whoa, wait…”
Remembering my practice with Erica’s vibrator, and not wanting him to make me stop, I slipped my mouth down onto him, taking just about half until I couldn’t take any more. He tasted different than I expected, a little acrid at first, the skin soft, but the flesh hard under my tongue. He moaned, looking down as I came back up on his cock, licking around the head.
“Leah, you need to stop. We can’t… where is Erica?” he asked, as if, in his shock, this had just occurred to him.
“In her bedroom… with Bobby.” My hand moved up and down on him. I was fascinated with the way the skin moved over the hardness underneath.
His eyes widened, and something flashed there-anger? I slipped my mouth down around him again, wanting to distract him, not wanting him to think about it.
“Does it feel good?” I asked as I came up on him again, running my tongue around and around like Erica had shown me. I saw him struggling, wrestling with something inside of himself, and I wanted to win out. I knelt up between his thighs, pulling my shirt up and exposing my breasts, wiggling between his legs.
“Isn’t it funny…?” I whispered. “Doing this just makes me want to touch myself.” He groaned, watching as I pulled my skirt up, rubbing my pussy as I slid back down to kiss and lick the head of his cock.
“Please,” he murmured as I took him in again, halfway, making him wet with my saliva. “Oh Leah, my god…”
I had seen enough in the movies we’d watched already to know what to do. I worked my head up and down, faster and faster, never taking my eyes off his face. I could see that struggle start to dissipate as I sucked him. Something else took over and he started to thrust against me, and I knew it was all right when his hand moved into my hair and he started pressing me down even further on his cock.
I made little noises around his shaft, still rubbing myself, pressing my fingers deep inside of me. My jaw was starting to ache, but I didn’t care, I kept on sucking him, hungry and eager, wanting to make him feel good.
“Yes, yes,” he whispered, watching me through half-closed eyes. “Suck it, baby… god, that’s so good!”
His words encouraged me and I used my other hand around the base, stroking as I sucked, making him buck and jerk under my hands. His breath was coming faster and faster, and I could feel the tension in his thighs.
“Ohhh fuck,” he groaned, pressing my head down so far I nearly choked on his length, working his cockhead back into my throat. “You’re gonna make me come!”
I whimpered, looking up at him, not sucking him so much anymore as he was fucking my mouth, using my lips and tongue and the soft wetness to seek his release. The intensity of it was too much, and I shivered, my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy as I started to come, my orgasm shaking my whole body as he grabbed my head and shoved it down against his crotch.
He made a low growling noise as I felt the first blast against the roof of my mouth. It came in waves, flooding my tongue, hot and acrid and I didn’t know what to do with it, so I started to swallow, the taste burning my throat and making my eyes water as he continued to pump into my mouth. I kept his cock there, sucking gently as he shuddered against me, swallowing the last of him and pressing my whole hand over my throbbing mound, my orgasm slowly subsiding.
“Oh god,” he murmured, opening his eyes and looking down at me. That look was back again and he frowned. “I’m sorry… we shouldn’t…”
“Leah?” It was Erica’s voice, and I heard her bedroom door open.
My eyes wide, I stood, grabbing my panties off the floor and running into the bathroom. I saw a last glimpse of Mr. Nolan’s shocked, stunned face before I shut the door.
“I’m in the bathroom!” I called, hurrying to straighten my bra and blouse, tucking it into my skirt and slipping my panties back on. I flushed the toilet and ran the water fast, as if I had actually gone, and then opened the door.
She was standing in the hallway and I hissed, “Your dad’s home! We need to get Bobby out of here!”
“Oh shit!” She motioned to Bobby to grab the beer. We rushed around, grabbing empties and hurrying downstairs and outside as quietly as we could.
“He’s going to kill me,” Erica moaned as we ran around the side of the house. “Oh my god, I’m so dead.”
“I don’t think so,” I panted, breathless. She gave me a funny look and I shrugged.
I didn’t think Mr. Nolan was going to say anything at all to her about it. In fact, I was almost positive he wouldn’t.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Whoa, where are you going?” Erica exclaimed, smearing nail polish on my hand when Mr. Nolan came around the corner into the kitchen.
“Erica!” I protested, grabbing a Q-Tip and dipping it into the nail polish remover and swabbing at the red stripe on my finger. “Watch what you’re doing.”