Lover

Chapter 3 - Sounds

Obeying his command, I opened my lips as his tongue swept inside mouth. Dominating my mouth he pulled my chin down gaining better access as I opened wider. His tongue moving in deeper, devouring every inch of me with no restraint. No longer holding back or needing anymore encouragement, I placed my hand on his chest running it down the centre of his chest stopping on his rock hard abs. Breathlessly trying to pull back for some air, Heath’s hands moved to my hips swiftly lifting me onto the dinning room table. Unsure how to react, I gripped on to the material of his shirt, clinging to him for dear life while preparing for what was to come.

Moving his lips down my neck I felt his tongue massage at my skin as my head was forced back to look at the ceiling. Continuing downward, his lips moved down the centre of my chest between the cleavage of my breasts. My face and body alike heating under his touch, I felt embarrassed as I could hear my breathless pants resonate through the kitchen. Growing closer Heath’s body pressed against my own as he pulled my knees apart moving between my legs.

His hardened erection rubbing against my core, a moan escaped me as he grided harder. His chest flush against my own my n*****s pearled stretching for him, with each and every movement he made I could feel the need grow within me. Appearing to freeze, Heath stopped with no warning. Stepping back, he watched my face intently. His expression unreadable, I sucked in deep breaths as Heath took another step back before turning away slightly, his face out of my view.

Sliding from the table, I fell to my feet. Butterflies fluttering through my stomach, I reached out. My hand petting his arm softly, “Heath?” Under my touch, I felt the muscles in his arm tense under his long sleeved shirt. “Heath?” I prompted again, a little louder this time. Turning back, he was closer than I had anticipated. Lifting my gaze to meet his own, my neck craned back. Hungry eyes loomed over me as his big body cast a shadow over me, blocking the light. “Heath, are...”

Moving fast, Heath pulled out a chair sitting me down with no words. Rushing into the kitchen, I watched with confusion from my seat as he served up two plates of food. Moving back to my side in seconds, I heard an irritated growl leave him. Placing the plates down, he took the seat next to me, “eat.” Looking blankly at the plate in front of me, my eyes wondered to my hard n*****s poking through my pyjama top. They were stretching for him, begging to be held and groped.

My body was still humming as I was about to speak, why did he stop? Did he just change his mind? The feeling of rejection spread through my body, sending my steady thrum of excitement cold. Before I could get my words out to question what the hell just happened, keys sounded in the front door. My heart sinking in my chest, a sigh escaped me. Heath had most likely heard mum’s car, realizing she was home he had ended things between us instantly.

Lowering my head to look at my food, I nudged it around with my fork aimlessly. My hands growing sweaty as I gripped the fork tightly. “Heath.” Mum’s voice rang through the space as she rushed behind his chair. Her hands sitting on his shoulders, slowly slipping down to his chest begging for attention. Not getting the response she was after, she placed her head on his shoulder turning her face to look at me. “Alice, how are you darling?” From her expression and tone, I did not need her to spell it out any further, she wanted me to vacate the area.

“I… I… ummm, I do not feel well. I think I am going to go to bed early.” Standing, my chair scraped backwards across the floor as I turned heading for my room. I could hear my mothers voice as she was trying to seduce Heath. Of late, after the cheating Heath had become distant from her. I knew they had spoken about staying together, but I thought Heath had packed, I thought he was leaving.

I was happy, and hurting at the same time. He was staying, and I did not know how strong they were, but he had feelings for me. Maybe it was just lust, but it was a starting point. Though if he was staying, did that mean he still had feeling for my mother? Were they going to get back together? As I reached my door, I heard Heath’s voice, “Alice, you should eat something before you go to sleep.”

Unable to turn and look at him, I responded softly, “yea… maybe later.” I wanted to see his face, his reaction. Not wanting to hurt myself, I restrained my movements heading into my bedroom closing the door behind me without turning. I could not watch her hands on him again, or his on her. The thought that they would kiss, have s*x, or even just share simple touches. It hurt, my heart hurt.

At what point did this happen? Sitting down on my bed, I stared at the back of my door trying to ignore the voices from the kitchen. At what point did Heath find a place in my heart. Pain flooding my chest, I silently scolded myself, why did I do this to myself? Their voices carrying through the door, I did not want to know what they were saying or doing.

Unable to block my mother voice, “Heath, lets have an early night.” She was trying to seduce him, and he was a man, he wanted it. I know he wanted it. Only minutes ago his c**k was grinding against me, pressing me for more, would he now press her? Standing in an instant, I moved to my bathroom closing the door behind me flicking on the radio sitting on the bench. Surely, he would not continue with my mother. He kissed me! He touched me! She cheated! She is… my mind twisting the words to hurt myself, smart, beautiful, charismatic. My mother could seduce any man and right now Heath was back in her sights.

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