“Ohhhh” was all she could manage as he licked the length of her sex, his tongue and lips finding her clit. She was so ready for an orgasm she arched against him, leaning forward to touch him, to watch as he licked her, sucked her, slid his tongue inside her, and did every possible thing he could to take her right over the edge. He swirled his tongue over the most sensitive spot, relentless in taking her right there only to ease off until she was panting and begging to come.
And when she tugged at his hair, he fit his mouth around her and rolled his tongue flat and gave her just what she needed.
“Yes. I’m coming.” She pushed her pu**y against his face and he held her hips while she came in hot, sweet waves that rolled over and over, stopping her breath. And when she fell to the mattress he was right there, climbing up her body to kiss her, to let her taste the sweetness of her own pleasure. She wrapped her arms around him and licked his lips and chin, taking one hand down his body to palm his cock.
“Now f**k me. Hurry.”
He pulled a condom out and flipped her over the edge of the bed onto her stomach. He entered her hard and fast, and she gasped, chills breaking out on her skin.
She rose up, and Mick smoothed his hands down her back as he eased out and thrust inside her again. He leaned over and swept her hair to the side, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck.
“You’re wet. Do you know how wet and tight and hot you are?”
She didn’t think his question required a response. She was too busy gasping as he moved inside her, so she couldn’t have answered him. Her only reply was moving back, giving him more access to her.
Mick grabbed her hips to draw her against him. He leaned over to cup her br**sts, pounding inside her with hard thrusts now. Tara fisted the comforter and braced herself against the edge of the bed as he pushed deep, then retreated, each time faster than before, each time taking her higher, his shaft seeming to swell inside her, brushing all her sensitive tissues.
She wanted to come with him inside her. She moved her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit, so filled with him that just touching herself made her climax draw closer.
Mick slowed down and took it easy then, wrapping one arm around her waist and rocking against her in an easy rhythm, seeming to know what she needed. She felt the pulses, felt her pu**y grip him in a tight vise as she rolled over the edge with him.
He groaned and tightened as he thrust over and over again. Tara cried out with her orgasm until they were both spent, her facedown on the bed and Mick lying on top of her back.
She breathed in and out, enjoying the feel of him against her. She felt dizzy, elated, took her time to get her bearings as she opened her eyes just as her phone rang.
“You going to answer that?”
“I should. It might be Nathan.”
She grabbed her jeans and fished her cell phone out. It was Nathan. She blushed as she answered, even though Nathan couldn’t know Mick was here.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Mom. I forgot my key, so I just wanted to make sure you were home.”
She shot off the bed. “Your key? Why?”
“I need to get a game I left there. Be home in about ten minutes.”
“Uh, okay.”
“Shit!” she said, grabbing her panties and jeans as she clicked off the phone.
“What?”
“It’s Nathan. He’s coming home.”
Mick’s lips lifted. “Oh. Sooner than you thought?”
“No. He wasn’t supposed to be here at all. He was spending the night at his friend’s house.”
“So. You got me over here with false pretenses, huh?”
“Oh, shut up and get your clothes on.”
She dashed into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, threw a washcloth at Mick, who grinned as he walked by her. How dare he look so relaxed and at ease?
She cleaned up in record time, put her wild, sex-crazed hair back in a ponytail, and splashed cold water on her flushed face, then practically dragged Mick out of her bedroom and down the stairs.
“Okay, kitchen,” she said, out of breath as she dashed into the kitchen and started making tea.
“Would you relax? He’s not here yet, is he?”
“No. But my God, he could have walked in. What were we thinking?” She shook her head as she filled the pot with water.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t know about you, but I was thinking how good it felt to be inside you.”
She shoved him with her hip. “Stop that.”
“Mom! I’m home!”
She jerked around and plastered on a smile. “In here.”
If only her heart would stop frantically slamming against her chest, she might not drop into a dead faint.
Nathan came into the kitchen, took one look at her and then at Mick, and his eyes widened.
“Holy shit.”
“Nathan, watch your language.”
“You’re Mick Riley.”
Mick smiled and went to shake Nathan’s hand. “I am. And you’re Nathan. Nice to meet you.”
Nathan swallowed, and Tara was sure she’d never seen her son so incredibly starstruck before.
“I take it you know who Mick is?”
He didn’t even glance at her, just kept his stunned gaze focused on Mick. “Duh, Mom. I’m not a moron.”
Mick pulled out a chair and sat. Nathan sat in the chair next to his. “Your mom says you play football.”
“Yeah. Junior varsity since I’m just a freshman. Well, I’ll be a sophomore in the fall.”
“I played JV as a freshman, too. Didn’t make the varsity team until I was a junior.”
They started gabbing away about football, which gave Tara a minute to get her heart rate under control. Okay, disaster averted. Her son hadn’t found her and Mick in the middle of wild monkey sex. Good Lord, where had her common sense gone? She never brought a man over to the house, let alone had sex with him there.
Mick was a very bad influence on her.
“So where did you two meet?”
“Your mom planned an event for our team a couple weeks ago.”
Nathan shifted his wide-eyed gaze to her. “You did?”
Tara brought tea to the table. “I did.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“I believe I mentioned it. More than once, as a matter of fact. You might try listening when I talk about my job.”