we almost got caught

He smiled at what I had said. About having a boyfriend.

We both knew I didn't care.

“A boyfriend who can’t make you come,” he said.

 My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He must’ve heard the conversation we were having earlier.

 He pushed his hips closer to mine. “A boyfriend that doesn’t excite you anymore.” he traced the inside of my thighs with his finger.

“I bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you this wet anymore,” he murmured against my ear. I gently squeezed my legs as his fingers brushed against my clit. “You need a man, Claire, not a boy.”

My nipples pebbled from underneath my tank top as I grew increasingly wet. I reached up and pinched them lightly, moaning into his ear, letting myself enjoy the moment. He kissed below my jaw, and I whimpered.

 “let me satisfy you babygirl” he breathed, pressing another kiss on my neck, his fingers circling my clit through my shorts.

I was tired of resisting when I badly craved this.

Just one time, it won't happen again.

 “Satisfy me, Mr. Albert.”

 “I knew you couldn't refuse.” He smirked, then brought my glass of water to my lips.

I raised an eyebrow at him as he watched me. He urged me to take a sip.

This wasn’t what I was expecting when he said he was going to satisfy me. Was he planning on satisfying me with water? Did he think I was not hydrated enough?. I furrowed my brows. His smirk widened as he pushed the glass closer to my lips. I guessed I would go along with it.

      I parted my lips and moved them closer to the cup. He tilted the glass, letting the water spill out of it. He purposely missed my mouth, and the coldness of the water ran down the front of my thin white tank top, making it see-through.

   “ohhh” he said, gazing down at my chest with hungry gray eyes. “Sorry.”

The shirt was plastered up against my hard nipples.

His fingers crawled up my body, and he took my nipples gently between his fingers and pulled on them.

I gripped the edge of the counter and threw my head back and moaned into one hand.

      “I’ve been waiting to see these for so long,” he murmured. He dipped his head and sucked on my nipples from my tank top.

      He pressed his lips to mine. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and pulled him closer to me, I couldn't wait anymore.

      “I need you,” I said. I didn’t want to fucking wait anymore. I didn’t want to be disappointed night after night after night. I grasped his thick hair in my hand and pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “Fuck me, please.”

      He undid the button on his pants, unzipped them, and pulled them down just enough to take out his dick. I pushed down my shorts and underwear.

He positioned himself at my entrance, rubbed his cock against my wet pussy, and groaned.

And within a moment, he thrust into me. My pussy wrapped around his cock, like it had never felt anything so big inside of me, and clenched on him each time he pumped into me.

He pulled up my top so he could watched my tits bounce as he fucked me. That's so hot!

“Harder,” I begged.

He wrapped his arms around my knees as he pounded harder inside of me.

I bit my lip to muffle my moans. My legs began trembling in his hands.

He tugged on both of my nipples harshly, and my back arched. I threw my head back and moaned.

“Claire bear! Tell Leonard to leave you the fuck alone! It's girls night” Lauren yelled from her room.

 My eyes widened, and I tightened around Mr. Albert's thick cock.

He covered my mouth with his hand as he continued to thrust into me. Pressure was building in my core again. A few moments later, I heard footsteps charging down the hall.

      I tried to stop Mr. Albert, but he stayed inside of me. He wrapped my legs around his waist as he picked me up off of the counter, bringing us to the living room.

There wasn’t a door, only a doorway. He kept the lights off and placed me down gently behind the sofa.  I could still see the smirk on his face, even in the dark.

      He knelt, lifted my legs in the air, and placed them on his shoulders.

My eyes widened. “Stop! What are you doing?” I whisper-yelled at him.

“Enjoying the moment,” he said.

He shoved himself into me harder than before, and I arched my back, trying to hold back my moans.

      “Claire! Where are you?” Lauren's footsteps padded around the kitchen.

      Mr. Albert pressed his hand to my mouth as he fucked me harder. I moaned into it and gripped the rug underneath me. His fingers teased my nipples and I tightened around him.

      “Claire?” Lauren called out again. She was close to the doorway.

 Fuck, she was going to find us.

Mr. Albert thrust harder inside of me, his hand trailing down my body to my swollen clit. His fingers massaged circles around it. I bit down hard on my lip, desperately trying to keep quiet.

 “Claire, are you there?” she said again. Could she just fucking go away? For fuck sake! Literally!!

 My legs shook as the pressure between my legs became unbearable. I heard her footsteps retreating out of the kitchen and I threw my head back and moaned into Mr. Albert's hand.

      My lips parted. Oh my God, I was coming. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure pumped out of me. He smirked down at me and pulled himself out.

      When I finally came down from my orgasm, he lay down next to me, pulled me on top of him—placing my pussy near his face—wrapped his hand in my hair, and forced my head onto his cock.

      I swirled my tongue around his cock, tasting my juices, and slowly took him all the way down my throat. He pressed my head down further for me to take more of his huge dick. I bobbed my head up and down on his length, and he began thrusting his cock into my mouth.

      “Claire!!” Helen yelled.

      “Claire! Where’d you go?” Lauren called.

      My eyes widened, and I paused in fear.

      “Don’t fucking stop,” Mr. Albert ordered against my pussy. He flicked my clit with his tongue and forced me back down onto him.

He bobbed my head up and down on his cock, harder than before.

Their footsteps approached the kitchen. This was so forbidden, but that just made it hotter.

I gagged on him as he hit the back of my throat. He brushed one of his hands against my breasts, took my nipple between his fingers, and twisted. Holy—

      “Claire!" Lauren yelled.

      I sucked harder on his cock as he continued pleasuring my clit and nipple. His tongue made quicker circles on my clit, and I closed my eyes tightly. I doubt I could hold my sounds any longer.

“Maybe she left? Maybe something happened with Leonard?” Helen asked from the kitchen.

“But she wouldn't leave without telling us, would she?” Lauren answered.

They quieted down, and then their footsteps approached the living room.

“Did you check in here?” Lauren asked.

My eyes widened, but I continued sucking on Mr. Albert's cock like he wanted me to. I forced him deep down my throat and gagged quietly on it. His hand pushed my head down further on him and forced me to stay there.

I tried to breathe out of my nose and gagged once more. I needed to breathe.

The lights turned on, and I froze. Fear and excitement stirred within me at the thought of getting caught. As long as I kept quiet, we wouldn’t be.

“I already checked in there,” Helen said.

      Mr. Albert's tongue massaged my clit faster as his fingers thrust hard and deep inside of me. The sound of my wet pussy squelching overwhelmed me. There’s no doubt that they couldn’t hear it.

He continued thrusting inside of me with his fingers, and his tongue lightly flicked the top of my clit.

I clenched and released myself onto him. I forced him deeper down my throat, hoping that his cock would muffle my moans. I gagged loudly.

“Did you hear that?” Lauren asked.

“Hear what?” Helen said back as she walked back into the kitchen.

It was quiet for a moment, and I forced my lips harder on his cock, so I wouldn’t make a noise. The pleasure and excitement continued to course out of me.

His warm cum hit the back of my throat and slid down it. I almost gagged, and he smirked against my pussy.

She turned off the light. “Nothing. I must be hearing things.”

Their footsteps retreated out of the kitchen, and i let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding. But Mr Albert seemed unfazed by the situation. I rolled off him and onto my back. That was crazy, reckless and the sexiest thing I've ever done.

“You ready for more?” he asked.

My eyes widened at him. “How can you ask that?! We almost got caught—twice—by your daughter and my best friend!”

“Only four more times, and I’ll have made you come the same amount of times in one night than your boyfriend has in five years.”

I closed my eyes, considering his words. He was right. I needed this. I climbed back on top of him. “You owe me four more orgasms Mr Albert.”