“Leah,” he whispered, watching his finger disappear into my mouth. “Oh god.”
And then we were pressed together again, kissing and touching, the soft sounds of our hungry mouths and groping hands lost in the whir of the air-popper. He was grabbing my ass, lifting me, pulling me in to his crotch, and I wrapped my legs around him as he shoved me up onto the kitchen counter.
“Please, oh, please,” I whispered as his hands moved under my t-shirt, rubbing my nipples through my bra. My pussy was throbbing, a thick pulse between my legs, and I squeezed the butter so hard as we kissed that I left fingerprints in it.
I dropped the butter to the floor when his thumb moved over the seam of my jeans, rubbing my pussy through the thick material, and I moaned into his mouth, rocking with the rhythm of his hands. I unsnapped and unzipped him quickly, wiggling my hand in, finding his thick, hard length and rubbing it.
“Oh baby.” He cupped my mound and squeezed my nipple hard as I tugged on him. Behind us, the popcorn was popping, snapping loudly as each kernel opened up. “Oh fuck.”
“Yes!” I whispered, biting at his neck. “Fuck me, Rob.” The sound of the words, coupled with his name in my mouth, felt so adult, and he looked at me, his eyes searching mine. “Please!” I begged him, squeezing his cock, feeling it twitch in my hand. “Fuck me, right here, right now.”
He groaned, breathless, and pulled back, shaking his head. “Leah… no… we can’t.”
I sighed as he turned and started straightening, zipping and snapping, and I felt such an incredible longing I almost couldn’t stand it. I took a knife and cut the stick of butter violently in half, peeling off the paper and putting it into a dish to melt it in the microwave.
“I’m sorry.” He met my eyes as he held the bowl of popcorn out for the butter. I poured it on with a shrug.
“Never mind.” I shook my head. “You’re right.”
“Daddy!” Erica screamed from the other room, startling us both. “He’s the vampire, you idiots! Oh my god!”
I grinned, shaking some salt on the popcorn. “You better go save her.” He leaned over and nuzzled my ear. “I’d rather save you.”
“I don’t know if I can be saved,” I replied with a little smile, feeling a twinge of guilt as I headed back to the living room. Erica was squealing at the bloodbath on the screen, half covering her eyes, but peeking out between her fingers. Mr. Nolan sat between us again with the popcorn on his knees and we all reached into the buttery softness at once.
“Did we miss anything?” His hand brushed mine in the bowl, making me tingle.
Erica started talking, explaining plot points, but I was lost already—lost in the hard edge of his jaw as he chewed his popcorn and the way the cuff of his sleeve pulled up to reveal the dark hairs on his forearm and the curved wrinkles around his mouth when he smiled over at me.
I don’t know how much of the rest of the movie I actually saw. If someone had asked me to tell them about it, I couldn’t have. Luckily, Erica was asleep, curled up in the corner of the sofa, her head resting on the arm, and Mr. Nolan didn’t seem interested in asking me about the movie as he stopped the tape and pushed ‘rewind’ on the remote.
“It’s eleven,” he whispered, glancing over at Erica, who snorted and shifted a little in her sleep. “Did you tell your mom midnight?” I sighed, nodding. “I don’t want to go.”
“I don’t want you to go,” he agreed, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close.
His lips brushed over my forehead, but I tilted my face up to him for more, letting out a soft whimper. He kissed me, just touching his mouth to mine, our lips buttery still from the popcorn.
“I want you,” I breathed, taking his hand and putting it over my breast. He shook his head, but his fingers found my nipple, making it hard under my t-shirt as he rubbed it. “Please… we have an hour.”
“Erica,” he reminded me as I slid my hand between his legs, finding him already hard under the thick material. When I rubbed there, he shifted, his cock straining under the denim.
“She sleeps like the dead,” I murmured, grazing my nails over his crotch, arching against his hand. My pussy was so wet that my panties felt like they were sticking to me. “God, please… please…”
I was kneeling up, kissing him, moving his other hand between my legs so he could feel the heat there and how much I wanted him. His big palm rubbed my mound, his tongue sucking at mine, our breath coming faster. I straddled one of his legs, moving my crotch up and down his thigh, and both of his hands found their way under my t-shirt, thumbing my nipples through my bra.
“I want you to fuck me,” I purred into his ear, wanting to tempt him. “I want your cock inside my wet little pussy.”
“Oh Leah,” he whispered. “God, I want that, too… you have no idea how much.”
I unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, slipping my hand under my panties, between my lips, and then lifting my wet fingers to his mouth. I rubbed my juices there and he watched me, looking pained, tasting me on his tongue when I slid my finger between his lips.
“Then, show me how much,” I murmured, kissing him. “Please.” He groaned, shoving his big hand down into my jeans, his fingers parting my soft, wet lips, probing deep and slipping inside of me. I moaned softly, trying to be quiet as he began to fuck me, plunging his fingers up into me as we kissed.
Panting against his neck, I clutched him, rocking, wanting more.
Beside us, Erica shifted, sighing, and we both froze. I swallowed hard, glancing over at her, and he did, too.
“Take me upstairs,” I whispered, begging.
“Okay,” he panted, sliding his hand out of my jeans. “Let’s go.” I moved off of him, going up as quietly as I could, avoiding the creaky fifth step, and he did, too. When we got to the top, he grabbed me, pinning me hard against the wall and plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. I gasped, sliding my arms up around his neck and arching against him.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growled, turning me and twisting my arm behind my back and holding it there. His other hand moved to my belly, pulling my ass into his crotch as he propelled me forward with his body.
He opened the door and shut it quietly behind him, pushing me toward the bed. I collapsed onto it, rolling to my back and already starting to wiggle out of my jeans. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside, and I watched in the low light of the lamp as he slid his jeans and shorts down, freeing his hard cock. It stood straight out, pointing right at me, as if it knew just where it wanted to go.
I wasn’t moving fast enough for him, and he grabbed my panties, yanking them down my thighs. My gasp was muffled in the material of my t-shirt as I slipped it over my head, and my fingers fumbled with the front hook of my bra as he knelt beside the bed and buried his face between my thighs.
“Oh god,” I whispered, opening my legs wide for him, his tongue probing deep into my pussy, moving up and down through the wet, pink folds.
His hands pressed my thighs, pushing my knees back toward my head, exposing me completely. His tongue moved up and down my slit, plunging into my pussy before tracing a path up to my clit and back down again. Moaning, I cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples, making the sensation even more intense.
He sucked at my pussy lips, first one, then the other, making soft growling noises, raking them with his teeth, making me gasp. He jammed his tongue back into my pussy, making it hard, moving it in and out of my hole as he spread my cheeks with his hands.
“Oh yes,” I cried when he covered my pussy with his mouth, sucking my clit in and then teasing it with his tongue. He stayed right there, as if he knew how much I wanted it, his fingers twisting their way into my pussy and beginning to fuck me as he moved that soft, wet tongue back and forth over my little clit.