Page 43 of Cat's Outta the Bag

Her eyes immediately fly open, looking at me in complete shock. “Did I just say that?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Another moment of silence.

Shit, I can see her starting to pull away. I am absolutely not going to let her comment about her mom end our fun. I drop to my knees, hook one of her knees over my shoulder and get my lips on her clit. Within moments, she's panting again and rolling her hips in rhythm with my mouth. Just as she's about to come, I pull back.

Her mewl of protest quickly becomes a moan as I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist. I'm poised at her entrance, teasing her a bit until she's writhing in my arms, demanding I get on with it. Damn, she can be so pushy. I love it.

We both groan as I slowly slide in. Her wet heat envelops me, and I have to actively try not to spill my load immediately.

When we accidentally went without a condom all those weeks ago, I hadn’t really paid attention to how different it felt.

Now though?

Pure bliss. My cock won’t want to wear one ever again.

I’m just starting to find the right rhythm when there’s a sharp knock at the door.

Alexis gasps, and we both freeze. Who the fuck is interrupting?

“Alexis, honey? It’s Mommy.” Cheryl’s muffled voice travels through the bathroom. We both look at each other with probably identical horrified looks on our faces, which would be funny in any other circumstance.

"Yes, Mom?" I drop my head to her chest, trying desperately to not laugh or make a sound.

"Wondering if you know where Jason is? His father needs help with the grill, but we can't seem to find him."

Fucking Dad. He's a goddamn grill master; what would he need me for?

“Oh, um.” Alexis hesitates, probably because she doesn’t want to lie, but also doesn’t want her mom to know what we are doing in here. “You know I have no idea where he is. I thought he said something about taking a phone call?”

At this moment, a wicked idea pops into my head that I can’t shake. There’s no way I’m letting Cheryl cockblock me.

I begin to move again, slow and steady. Alexis' nails dig into my shoulders, and I can see she's trying to tell me to stop fucking moving with her eyes, but I pretend not to understand. My lips and teeth trail up and down her neck, causing her to shiver.

I almost think her mom has left when the door handle rattles. Thank fuck I locked it when I came in.

“Alexis? Can I come in? I want to talk to you about something.”

Poor Alexis, she's simultaneously in complete panic while her orgasm begins to loom. I can feel her inner muscles begin to clench me tightly. Fuck, that feels so good.

"Mom!" Her voice comes out as a squeak as she tries to sound normal while pleasure courses through her veins. "I'm in the middle of my… my hair routine. I'll be out soon and can talk to you then."

There’s a pause on the other side of the door. “Fine, I’ll wait in my room.”

As soon as it feels safe, I begin to pump in earnest. She moans and tips her head back again.

"Yes! Jason, that's so good." She bites her lip, starting to tense as her orgasm rolls through. I follow her immediately, feeling the fire in my balls and legs as I pump inside her. We rest there a moment, both catching our breaths.

Slowly, I pull out and look down, feeling a sharp thrill as I see my cum seep out of her. Why is that so hot?

She pokes me sharply in my pec, pulling my attention to her face. Uh oh. She looks pissed. No, livid.

“You. Are. So. Fucking. Lucky.” My balls shrivel a bit. “You better rub my feet for an hour each to make up for that.”

"Yup, whatever you want, babe. I'll rub them for two hours each if you want." I did not think this all the way through.

She just rolls her eyes and grabs her facewash, turning her back to me. Clearly, I’m dismissed.

As I exit the bathroom, I try to move slowly and quietly in case Cheryl or my dad are lying in wait. Once I know the coast is clear, I throw on my clothes and go looking for my dad.

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