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I froze.
Mom was knocking on the door.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
My mother was less than thirty feet away while I was trying to deep-throat Brandon. I scrambled to slide my mouth up. When I reached the tip, ready to pop his cock out of my mouth, a grip tightened in my hair to keep me in place.
“No,” Brandon hissed against my pussy. He sounded strained, struggling to speak. “Finish,” he managed to grit out the order.
What!? He wanted me to finish him off whilemy motherspoke to me through the door?
My words of protest came out garbled as Brandon eased my mouth back down with his grip on my hair. I couldn’t see his expression or his reflection since he was lying flat on his back. I had no idea what bouts of insanity had gotten a hold of him and stopped him midway by placing my palms on his thighs.
In response, both of his hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair with combative determination. Every attempt to break free and slide up was met with Brandon guiding my mouth in the opposite direction.
“Don’t fight me, Mia.” The tremoring voice reflected a man at a cliff's edge, urgent in his desire to jump. Brandon’s hips thrust forward, forcing himself inside my mouth until I was unsure if I could take more of him. “Let me in,” he hissed, careful to keep his voice low. I might not have heard him if he wasn’t directly behind me.
“Mia.” My eyes were pulled to the door when my mother knocked again. “What are you doing in there?”
The bastard refused to let go of his grip so I could at least respond with a fabricated story, explaining the noises. “Don’t stop.”
The visceral desire in his voice cut through the haze of caution and the boundaries I trod. I realized the iron-clad control he prided himself on had finally broken. It made me wonder if I was letting out a beast who’d be impossible to contain. However, the flattering gratification of breaking Brandon Cooper’s reservations overpowered my concern. It was a restraint many women had vowed to break, and more had failed in their attempt.
The thought had me spiraling.
What’s the worst that could happen anyway?
My mother wouldn’t break this door down. My bed was on the farthest corner from the door, and I doubted she could hear our current hushed exchange. She might have heard the bed creak or the two times I had been a little loud. Since then, I had limited myself to stifled moans. If I were mindful moving forward, she might consider the previous noises a mistake and return to her room.
There wasn’t an opportunity to better justify the crass desires bubbling inside me. The persistent knocking returned.
“Mia! Is everything okay?”
“Tessa.” Dad’s voice joined in. “What are you doing?”
My parents had joined forces to finally care about me and it happened on the one and only occasion I had a boy in my room. Talk about dumb luck.
Brandon sensed my trepidation when I stopped. “Don’t you dare,” he chewed on a barely restrained growl. “You’re the one who started this. Now finish it.” There wasn’t a seed of doubt in his voice nor concern over getting caught. All that remained was a primal need, and I wasn’t going anywhere until it was met; the steady grip on my hair made the latter crystal clear. Didn’t matter whether my parents or God himself was at the door.
“Why aren’t you in bed?” Dad asked Mom on the other side of the door. “It’s late.” Presumably, Dad had stayed up while Mom had turned in for the night.
“I heard noises coming from Mia’s room. It woke me up.”
I wanted to die. There was no way I’d survive it if my religious father caught me with Brandon’s dick in my mouth.
Brandon felt differently. Tremors spiked in his voice from impatience when I hadn’t restarted my efforts. “Stop paying attention to them.”
One hand continued to grip my hair, his other reached for my sex. He massaged my folds with his fingers, distracting me from my concerns. Brandon took advantage of my temporary lapse in judgment. The hold on my hair allowed him to move at will and rock in and out of my mouth.
“That’s it,” he murmured, trailing open-mouthed kisses over my tender flesh. “Good girl. Keep doing that. Shut everything out and just focus on me.”
My eyes rolled back when his tongue came into play. I moaned around his cock when he sucked on my clit. The intensity of his fingers and tongue heated my core, and I fidgeted back and forth as the pleasure spiked.
“Fuck, baby.” Brandon’s body shook underneath mine. “Feels so good. You’re sucking me so well.”
Thoughts of protests died away entirely when he flattened his tongue and licked me viciously. I struggled to breathe, squeezing my thighs to give him abundant access to my pleasure points. The compulsion to find the right angle consumed me. Engrossed in my sole mission, I rotated my hips wildly until I even forgot myself in the frenzy. Everyone else in the world ceased to exist, including the two people standing outside my door. Only faint whispers from a distance implied their existence.
“What kind of noises?”
