Page 38 of Ask for Moore

After sitting me down on the couch, he knelt between my feet, switching our positions. He buried his face between my legs and started eating me out with an intensity that left me with no choice but to come on his tongue within just a few moments. After eating me through my release, he turned his face slightly and bit my inner thigh, marking me there, too. Loving the sensation, I screamed my pleasure and writhed, grinding against his face as I rode out the waves of a second orgasm that crashed over me unexpectedly.

“Yes!” I panted, my breathing ragged as he joined me on the couch and gripped my waist, hauling me over so I was straddling his lap, and his hard cock was pressed right against my dripping-wet entrance.

Without a word, I kissed him, loving that I could taste myself on his tongue as it stroked against mine. Moaning, I slid down the length of his hard shaft until there wasn't even a hair’s breadth of space left between us.

He smacked my ass, then gripped my hips fiercely and broke our kiss just long enough to growl, “Ride me.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I started bouncing up and down hard and fast, already well on my way to coming again.

Seconds after I straddled him and started riding his cock—erasing the last of the thoughts of my horrible boss and sleazy client with the pleasure only Ryland could give me—metal scraped against metal at the front door, and I froze.

“What the hell is that?” I hissed the words through clenched teeth and launched myself off his lap, my gaze darting around the room, frantically assessing the situation and searching for escape routes. “That almost sounded like someone unlocking the front door.”

All the color drained from Ryland’s face, and he nodded grimly. “That’s exactly what that sound is. It must be one of my parents.”

“What?” I have to force myself not to scream the word as adrenaline jolted through me. I spun in a frantic circle, motioning at the clothes slung all over the living room, then at my naked body. “What the hell are we going to do? This is not how I wanted your parents to ever see me, assuming I ever met them!”

Utterly consumed by panic, I didn’t wait for him to answer me. Grabbing every bit of clothing in my immediate reach, I ran like hell, headed for his bedroom. As far as I was concerned, he was on his own. It was up to him to deal with the rest of the clothes and one or both of his parents barging in unexpectedly while we were in the middle of hot, depraved sex in his living room, of all places.

Almost hyperventilating, I closed his bedroom door behind me and squeezed my eyes as I flopped face-down on his mattress, praying his parents didn’t see anything inappropriate.

19

Ryland

Waverly disappeared into my bedroom just as I pulled on my pants. Then my parents got the door open, and my mom called, “Hey, Ryland! Don’t worry, it’s just us!”

Hanging my head low, I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry. I couldn’t believe my parents had almost walked in on me having sex with Waverly on my couch. They’d had a key to my place ever since I moved back to Mooreville, but we’d never needed to have a talk about coming over unannounced and walking in without warning because I hadn’t dated anyone until now.

I barely managed to tug on a shirt before they spotted me, but at least I didn’t have to worry about needing to hide my boner…they’d managed to kill my hard-on only moments before I was ready to come inside Waverly’s sweet pussy.

“Mom, Dad, what a surprise.”

My mom came to a stumbling stop when she saw me standing next to the couch. My dad was behind her, and he wrapped his hands around her shoulders to steady her while he shook his head and muttered, “I told you we should call first.”

“I guess you might have been right,” she conceded, glaring at him over her shoulder.

“Might have been?” My dad jerked his chin at me. “Look at the boy. It’s obvious we interrupted something. You probably scared the poor girl off.”

“Oh, no,” my mom cried, moving away from the front door. She was almost in the living room when I spotted Waverly’s panties on the floor and kicked them under the couch. Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice since she didn’t pause as she rushed toward me. “I’m so sorry. Is she still here?”

“She?” I echoed, trying to decide how to get them to leave before they realized that Waverly was currently hiding out in my bedroom.

“Nice try, kiddo, but your mom is already onto you.” My dad came over and clapped me on the back. “She knows you’re seeing someone, along with the rest of the town.”

My mom lifted her hand to tick off each of the ways Waverly and I had given ourselves away. “You took her to Kelly’s Pub for burgers and Shelly told her mama all about how you were looking at her. You were caught kissing in the county courthouse parking lot. You had a romantic dinner at Trattoria. You told Marty that your relationship with her could cause a conflict of interest in his case. You called Finn in the middle of the night to go over to her room at the bed and breakfast to check on a kitten she rescued.” With all five fingers already up, she waved her hand toward the other side of the room. “And that kitten is curled up on a pillow right there.”

I couldn’t believe that I had totally forgotten that Gracie was still here. There was no use trying to deny Waverly’s presence in my house. She must have been listening at my bedroom door and realized the same. Fully dressed—except for the panties under the couch—and with her hair smoothed back into place, she appeared at the top of the stairs. “Hello.”

She glared at me before my parents turned to greet her, and she gave them an awkward wave, her cheeks going pink as she came down the stairs.

“Sorry to barge in on you like this,” my dad mumbled. “But once my wife gets an idea in her head, there’s no stopping her.”

“Oh, hush.” My mom walked over and gave Waverly a hug. “Hello, sweetie. I’m Sally, Ryland’s mom. And this is Chuck, his dad.”

Waverly sent a panicked look my way, so I quickly moved to her side and wrapped my arm around her shoulders as she whispered, “Nice to meet you.”

“We didn’t mean to interrupt anything—”

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