Warnings and Wildfires

I flick my tongue over her swollen clit faster and faster until she just snaps. She gasps and stutters my name, her whole body trembling through her release.

Perfect.

Exactly what I needed. Her wet, satisfied, and ready for more.

I haven’t even caught my breath before Sully’s over top of me, cock nudging against me, slipping in the evidence of how much pleasure he gives me and how much more I want.

All my senses are heightened, and I’ve never felt more alive. Heart racing, sweat rolling over my skin, impatient for him to be inside me.

“Hurry.”

He half-smiles and grabs a condom from the nightstand. Using one arm, he tries to shift our bodies toward the headboard.

“Work with me, Aubrey,” he grunts.

Even as I’m dying to have him inside me, I giggle at his frustration. “What are you doing?”

He gives up trying to move us and reaches down, positioning himself.

Dark, simmering eyes stare down at me. “I need to be inside you so bad, I’m afraid I’ll fuck you right off the bed.”

I’d laugh, except he’s too intense to be joking.

“Hang on,” he grits out as he pushes inside me.

My hands grip his biceps, hard as stone from holding himself back.

“Give it to me,” I pant.

He’s hot, hard, and solid everywhere.

Another long thrust hits a sensitive spot and I moan, lifting my hips to get more of that sensation.

“Like that?” He grins and does it again. And again.

I’m trembling. On the verge of climax when I hear something that sounds an awful lot like a door closing.

Not the bedroom door.

Farther away.

“Sully,” I whisper.

“Right here, babe.”

“No!” I thump his chest with my hand. “I think someone’s in the house.”

He stops and cocks his head to the side.

Rigid and completely still, we both listen for another sound.

Unfortunately, my nether-regions have their own agenda and tighten around him.

He groans and closes his eyes. “I can’t concentrate if you do that.”

“Sullivan?” someone calls out.

He curses and leaves my body so abruptly I have trouble processing what happened.

“Sullivan, are you home?”

“Oh, shit,” I mutter, recognizing the voice.

“Yeah,” he calls out, yanking on a pair of shorts and quickly tying them.

For some idiotic reason, I scamper under the covers and pull them up over my head.

How much did Mrs. Wallace overhear? I’ll never be able to look her in the face again.

“Ma? What are you doing?” I ask as I close the bedroom door.

She whirls around. “There you are! I wanted to let you know I was home. You didn’t answer…” Her voice trails off and she stops mid-step. Her shrewd gaze sweeps over me.

I’m sure my hair’s sticking up in every direction. If that doesn’t clue her in, my sweaty, bare torso and hastily thrown on gym shorts should do the trick.

Her gaze drops to the floor where Aubrey and I left a trail of clothes from the front door to the couch.

She covers her mouth with her hand. “Is Aubrey? Did I? Were you?” Her voice rises in pitch with each half-question.

It’s been a while since my mother was tongue-tied. But the moment is way too awkward to fully enjoy.

Her cheeks flame red. “I’m so, so sorry. Forget I was here,” she says, backing toward the door.

Unlikely.

“I’m glad you’re home safe. We’ll talk in the morning,” I say.

“Okay. Tell Aubrey I’m sorry.”

She slams the door behind her and I wait a few seconds before hurrying over to engage the chain lock. Never bothered to use that before, but I sure as fuck will from now on.

Not that I think Mom will ever stop by unannounced ever again.

Aubrey’s still hiding under the covers when I return to my bedroom. I close—and lock—the bedroom door behind me.

“You can come out now.” I’d laugh, but the mother—ha!—of all blue balls weighs me down as I approach the bed.

“I’ll never be able to be in the same room as your mom again.” Her voice is muffled from under the covers, but her mortification is clear.

“If it makes you feel better, I think she was just as embarrassed.”

Aubrey pokes her head from underneath the blankets. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. I actually like your mom and now she’s going to think—”

“That you make her son very happy. Trust me, that’s all she’s worried about.” I grin. “And more grandbabies, because she’s definitely worried about that.”

The look of pure horror on Aubrey’s face makes me think maybe I should’ve kept that last one to myself. But then she laughs it off. “You’ll have to be the one to break it to her then. I don’t think my lady parts will ever work right again.”

“Sounds like a challenge to me.” I rub my palms together to show her how eager I am.

She opens her mouth to say something and I place my finger over her lips. “We can talk about it later.” I point to my almost-ready-for-action-again dick. “I’m in actual pain here.”

She snorts, then bursts into full-blown giggles. “Oh, dear. We can’t have that.” She reaches for the waistband of my shorts and tugs. “I think it’s imperative we finish. Otherwise, we might not ever be able to do it again,” she says in a grave tone.

“Laugh all you want, but it’s probably true.”

She snickers and tugs at my shorts. “I bet with minimal effort, you can have me hot and bothered again.”

I slide the shorts down my legs and her eyes widen. She tosses the sheets back and sits up, reaching for my cock. “Yup, that should do the trick,” she says, licking her lips. My eyes squeeze shut as she works her hand up and down my shaft.

“Harder,” I urge, placing my hand over hers. Her thumb grazes the sensitive spot underneath and I hiss with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”

I reach over for another condom. Opening my eyes to rip it open, I find her watching me.

“You okay?” I ask, feeling like a dick. Instead of worrying about my hard-on, which let’s face it, it was going to return the second I got a glimpse of Aubrey’s naked body, I should’ve focused on working her up again.

I’m not at all prepared for what comes out of her mouth.

“I’m on the pill.”

My dick is all “‘Yes, please!’” while my brain is like, “‘Fuck no. Last time you believed a chick and went in commando resulted in a daughter you didn’t get to see for the first four years of her life.’”

Trust issues much?

“I don’t mind,” I say.

Her cheeks turn pink. Knowing Aubrey, that probably took a lot of courage.

Fuck.

She waves her hand in the air as if she’s trying to dismiss whatever just happened.

“Another time.”

Even though my dick is not pleased about being smothered in latex after Aubrey’s offer, I’m harder than a motherfucker.

I grab her hips and haul her to the edge of the bed. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She hooks her feet together, heels resting above my ass and pulls me closer.

“Not so fast.” I tease her entrance with the head of my cock until she’s squirming under me.

“Sully,” she pleads.

I push inside. Slow this time, watching the pleasure flickering over her face. She arches her back and her lips part.

“Ohh. Right there.”

I lick my thumb and place it over her clit, rubbing in the fast, tight circles I’ve discovered she really likes.

She gasps, and I keep going. Slow and steady. Pulling almost all the way out before pushing in deep.

She reaches out to me and I take her hands. “Like that?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

/>   “You’re going to come for me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” I thrust in deeper. Faster. Keep rubbing and thrusting.

Her heels dig into the small of my back and I fall down over her, gathering her in my arms.

She trembles. Writhes under me. So close, but not quite there.