Page 59 of Rayne

"That sounds… delicious," I groan, my voice muffled by my hand. "Tell Dad I said hi."

Argh…

Mom hums happily. "I will. What are you and your brothers up to?"

"Nothing much," I answer quickly, my voice suddenly an octave higher. "We're just hanging out. You know… the usual."

She pauses and I'm starting to become frantic. There's no usual… There's nothing usual about this whole situation.

Hawk slides his finger back into me, followed by a second. My body tightens around him, trying to keep him still but he pumps them easily in and out, tongue still torturing my clit.

"Right," Mom responds slowly. "Well, I'm glad you guys are enjoying yourselves."

"Oh, yeah. Definitely enjoying ourselves," I repeat breathily. "In fact, I'm going to give the cell back to Hawk. He wants to say hi."

He pulls my clit aggressively into his mouth as punishment, making me whimper. I quickly turn it into a cough, not hearing Mom's reply.

"Okay, bye. Love you," I quickly shoot out, thrusting the cell toward Hawk.

Hawk pulls his face away from my pussy, taking the cell in his free hand. He continues fucking me with his fingers to my horror, putting the cell to his ear.

"Jett cooked a lovely steak. We've just been showing Rayne the new house," he says, and when he pauses for her to speak, his tongue darting out, circling my clit quickly.

"Fuck," I mouth, grabbing his pillow from above my head. I slam it over my face, muffling my sounds.

Hawk laughs softly, and I'm not sure whether it's because of me, or something he's heard on the other end of the line, but he continues touching me, tongue surprising me whenever he has a chance to pause.

It feels like this could go on forever, and I'm so tense that I can't relax fully. I'm mortified and embarrassed beyond belief, and when Hawk stops all movement for a second, I think I'm safe.

"Mom, what did you say the other day about your friend's diagnosis? Tell me the story again. I wanted to tell Rayne since she had to leave dinner early. Yeah, I have a few minutes."

I rip the pillow off my face, glaring at him. He grins at me, warmth in his eyes. I can hear the faint muffled sounds of Mom's voice as she starts her story and when Hawk gives me a wink, I quickly cover my face again, knowing what's coming.

Probably me.

Balancing the cell between his shoulder and ear, Hawk starts pumping his fingers fast, the tip of his tongue circling around my clit fast—clockwise, then anti-clockwise… then back again.

Fingers curl inside me, pressing on my g-spot as he strokes, applying pressure. My stomach tightens up at the sensation, intense pleasure breaking through the barrier of my control.

He doesn't ease up at all, repeating the same motions over and over, getting into a routine. It's the consistency that finally breaks me down, my pussy tightening around his fingers as my orgasm approaches. I fight hard, biting my tongue, but it's too much. I can't stop it, and I climax hard.

I cry out into the pillow, back gently arching as my thighs clamp down around his head. Hawk keeps going, forcing me to ride it out.

As I come down from the high, he retracts his tongue, sitting back. He doesn't remove his fingers though, pressing his thumb down on my skin like a human lock system.

"That's horrible," he sympathizes with Mom. "Anyway, I better go. Give Dad our best. Love you too."

Hawk presses a button, ending the call and immediately, I throw the pillow at his head.

"What is wrong with you?" I squeal, a laugh breaking out of my mouth as well.

He grins, deflecting the pillow. "It's fun living a little, isn't it?"

I don't know what comes over me, but I just burst out laughing with him. It's so ridiculous, disgusting even… but for the first time in a long time, it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

Hawk releases me, standing up. "Go have a shower. I'm going to check on Jett. He's probably just playing his PlayStation but I asked him to give us some privacy."

"You did?" I ask, sitting upright.

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