Chapter One Hundred and Seven
Havermouth, Five Years Before
Aislen was dressed and ready at the door when Heath pulled into the drive. She hurried to where he held the car open for her, admiring how handsome he looked in his school uniform, the trousers and shirt precisely pressed, and his blue knit jumper’s V-neck showing the neat knot of his tie.
“Hi,” she pressed her palms onto his chest and lifted her face to his. His thumb stroked over her cheek as he leaned down to kiss her, and his lips lingered. She felt his cock harden between them and leant a little against it, deliberately arousing him, as she snaked her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
His thoughts were of Cameron and Rhett, who were meeting them at the river house, and debating whether he could pull off enroute for a quickie before taking her there. As he eased the kiss, she rubbed her cheek against his, enjoying that he was freshly shaven, his skin scented with aftershave.
That made the decision for him, and he gripped her arse through her school skirt, pulling her tighter to him. “Are your parents at home?” He breathed into her ear.
“No, they’ve both gone to work. Are we not going to school?” She asked, bewildered.
“No, we’re going to the river house,” he closed the car door and lifted her against him. “After,” he added.
She had a momentary panic – had she left the suitcases where he would see them? No, she’d pushed them under the bed so that they were out of the way. He set her onto the front doorstep, and she hastily unlocked the door. She led the way down the narrow hall to her room.
He pushed the door shut behind him. “Unbutton your shirt, and drop your panties, Aislen,” he told her, as he crossed the room. She shimmied out of her undies whilst she unbuttoned her top, her fingers tangling in her haste to comply.
He reached out and stopped her hands by closing his over them, holding hers in the warmth of his for a moment whilst he looked down at her. “Rhett is right,” he said softly, and released her hands to unbutton her shirt himself. (But he is also wrong. She needs to be afraid… She is a danger to herself when she is not afraid.) She looked up at him surprised by the clarity in which the thought had communicated, and its completeness.
He eased the shirt back, his eyes on her breasts. He released the front catch of her bra and pushed the cups back, his fingers following the curve before his palms pushed them up and together. “Such weird things, breasts. Why they’re so nice to look at,” he murmured. “And why they are so…” His smile was lascivious as he looked up and met her eyes. “Fun to handle. Sit on the bed and lie back.”
She leaned back and he dragged her hips to the edge of the bed. It felt strange, she admitted to herself, lying on her single bed with her top and bra open, in the daylight, in her parents’ house. Strange, and more than a little bit naughty, in a daring, exciting way. Her parents were at work, but there was always the risk that they would come home unexpectedly, to find her skipping school, semi-nude and with…
“Oh, god,” she moaned, as Heath went down on his knees and lifted her legs over his shoulders.
With Heath Gale licking her out, she finished, as he dragged his tongue over her, probing into the entrance of her cunt, fucking her with his tongue, before capturing her clit between his teeth and grinding it. He was wasting no time, she thought, as he fluttered his tongue, he wanted to bring her to orgasm, and fast.
Her fingers clenched in his hair as she writhed against his mouth. “Heath,” she cried out.
He used his fingers, curving them up and rubbing against her g-spot, tipping her over into orgasm. As she panted in the wake of it, he rose to his feet and released his cock from his trousers, thrusting into her with a groan. She grunted from the force of the stroke, so deep within her, her ankles on his shoulders. He tried to lower her legs, seeking to reduce the next, but he held her there and instead was gentler, measuring the distance before picking up pace and force again, his hand gradually sliding down her leg, until he gripped her hips.
“Play with your clit, Aislen,” he ground out. “I want you to bring yourself to orgasm.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, arching her back, her body overwhelmed with sensation, with the images of herself as he saw her, her hair tussled over the covers, her breasts shaking with the force of his thrusts, her cunt stretched around his cock… She pressed against her clit with more force than she used when she masturbated, seeing in his mind his plan, feeling through him how close he was to his orgasm, and trying to bring herself there before him.
He released her leg so he could use his fingers on her clit, and the change in sensation tipped her over. He withdrew, gripping around the base of his cock and breathing heavily, grinning, his eyelids heavy. “My turn. Hold your breasts together, Aislen.”
She already knew his intention, having read his thoughts, and knew precisely how he wanted to do it. “Good girl,” he said, faintly surprised. “Have you done this with Rhett or Cameron?”
“No,” she shook her head. “Just with you.”
He straddled her, positioning his cock between her breasts, and watched as he thrusted through her cleavage with a smouldering smile as he took his phone from his pocket. He posed, taking a photo along the line of his body, capturing his taut stomach muscles, his cock, and her breasts, and then began to thrust in earnest, grinding himself against her rib cage.
He had not been far from orgasm, and it only took a few thrusts for him to go over, spraying his cum over her chest and neck. He groaned. “That’s filthy. Hot and filthy,” he decided, taking another photo before sitting back onto Aislen’s stomach whilst he sent it.
She stroked her hands up his thighs, enjoying the sensation of his warm arse on her stomach, and the shared camaraderie of having fucked not just for their own pleasure, but to tease Cameron and Rhett with the images.
His phone buzzed and he laughed. “They’re jealous,” he told her, and slid to the side, lying on his back next to her, their heads together, reversing the camera so that they were both in the shot. She kissed his cheekbone as he took the image, and he turned his head so their lips met; the kiss soft.
“I’ll get you some tissues,” he said, after sending the final pictures, and rolled to his feet. He returned his phone to his pocket after doing up his trousers and tucking his shirt back in to the waistband. He bent over to pick up the box of tissues from where they had fallen to the floor, either due to their fucking, or during Aislen’s morning, and she saw him pause, before standing.
He had seen the suitcases, she knew, but did he know what they meant? She had to hope not. He did not say anything about them as he handed her the tissue box and helped her to wipe the cum off her skin.
She did up her bra and shirt, and he handed her underwear to her before offering his hand to help her to stand. “Come on,” he said with a bright smile. “Rhett and Cameron will be horny as hell after those photos. Let’s go fuck.”