Page 30 of About Time

Hattie digs through her purse for her keys and throws them across the room to Martin. He shakes his head. “Too bad you live so far away. We could really use you on the team. What an arm.” He walks out muttering to himself about her playing over the summer.

The moment we’re alone I know I can’t avoid the conversation any longer. Hattie’s arms fall to her side, and I can see her bracing herself for the blow. I open my mouth to give her all the reasons we can’t be together, but nothing comes out.

I clear my throat. “I’d planned on telling you we have to be over.”

She nods. “I figured when you turned to sex every time I tried to start the conversation.”

“The thing is though—” I hesitate for a moment to try and gather myself “—I can’t seem to say it. I wasn’t going to lie. In fact, I’ll be honest with you right now. You should absolutely show me the door and not let me back into your life.”

Her forehead wrinkles. “Why would I do that?”

I tick my reasons off on my fingers. “Let’s see. I’m too old for you. You’ve got a bigger future ahead of you, and being with me would trap you in the past. You deserve romance and a man who’ll make love to you, not bend you over and fuck you before he even says good morning. It will always be like that with me.”

“And you were just going to patronize me by telling me what I should want, then pat yourself on the back for being the bigger person? I’m mature enough for you to screw in every positionyou can think of, and on every surface, but I’m too young to decide what I want for myself? Spare me your self-flagellation and tell me the truth. Do you want to be with me, or not?”

I take a deep breath and acknowledge that I’m destined to go straight to hell. “Yes. I want to be with you. No matter what I thought I should do, I’m weak when it comes to you. That doesn’t mean you should choose to stay with me. I don’t want to hold you back from experiencing college the way you should.”

She strolls over and locks the door. “I’ve made my decision.”

Her fingers go to the button on my jeans. My dick immediately rises to the occasion. “This isn’t how this is supposed to work. You’re the toy. I decide when we fuck and how.”

Hattie pouts, and I can’t resist sliding between those plump lips. It is going to be a while until I can get that release again. I push her down to her knees and free my suddenly aching dick.

“If you insist on keeping me around, I need your mouth to tide me over. Get on your knees, and do it quick before he comes back.”

She sinks to her knees, and I stroke her hair. I tap the swollen head of my cock against her lips. “Open up and let me fuck this pretty mouth.”

Like a good little toy, she does as she’s told immediately. I can’t believe I even thought about giving this up. Yes, I’m thinking with my dick, but for once I think this head might be the smarter one.

I don’t give her time to work up to my size and slide in to the back of her throat. She gags a little, but not as much as she used to. I grab a fistful of her hair and do as I threatened. I fuck her mouth like I’d like to use her cunt, but time is running out. The last thing I need is Martin coming back while I’m balls-deep in who he thinks of as his little sister.

“Oh, yeah. Fuck,” I groan and I hold her head down and she swallows my cock down her throat. “So fucking tight. You’ve gotten to be a fantastic cocksucker, Doll. I can’t believe I almost walked away from my favorite fuckdoll.”

I pick up the pace and notice Hattie squirming. I love a woman to get turned on sucking dick. “Slide your fingers into your pants and stroke that wet pussy for me. I want you to make yourself come while I shoot my load down your throat.”

She groans around my dick, and I feel it twitch in response. There’s no hesitation as she slides her hand in her pants and furiously strokes her clit with the same intensity I’m fucking her face. I underestimated how turned on she would be with my dick in her mouth, and she starts to groan around my shaft. The vibration helps speed this up, and I hold her head down while I shoot hot spurts of my spunk down her throat.

I pull out my half-hard dick and quickly put myself back together. I use my thumb to wipe away a bit of my cum that dribbles down her bottom lip and stick it back in her mouth. “Clean it off like the eager slut you are. You wanted my cum so bad, take all of it.”

She sucks hard on my thumb and shudders as she finally gets herself off. Once her shuddering subsides I pull my thumb out of her mouth and step back.

Jerking my head toward her bathroom I tell her, “You best go clean up. Martin will be back any minute.”

Not five minutes later he’s knocking on the door. “Why did you lock it,” he says through the heavy wood and steel door.

Hattie runs and unlocks it. “Sorry. It’s a habit. You know, single woman living alone and all.”

He nods because what she said does make perfect sense.

I’m torn as the three of us sit eating in silence. I am happy I don’t have to give her up, but that doesn’t wipe away the guilt I feel when I’m with Martin.

There’s only one thing I can do tonight. I need to drag Griffin out and drink my weight in cheap beer. He knows there’s something going on with me. Maybe if I get enough liquid courage I’ll be able to unload this secret. At least part of it, because if I tell him all of it, he might confirm that I need to leave her. It’s much easier to deceive myself that she and I can work if no one else confirms what I already know.

What I have with Hattie is a disaster waiting to happen, but if I’m going to hell I’m damn sure going to enjoy the journey.

Chapter Thirteen

Hattie Past- Age 19

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