"Don't stop," I groaned, as I felt a second orgasm coming.
And then he kissed up my body and I felt his lips on my nipple as he positioned his cock between my legs. "Fuck you're a dirty girl, aren't you, Shelby? And I just can't resist you."
And then he slid inside of me and I heard myself screaming. His cock was hard and big. And as he grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders, I wasn't sure that I could stand much more.
"Don't stop," I screamed.
He glinted down at me and chuckled as he continued to fuck me hard. And then the door opened.
"Oh my gosh, I knew I heard people having sex.” The lady from the party before was standing there, and Sam and I both froze.
"What?" I heard my mom's voice and I chewed down on my lower lip, but everything happened so fast.
"Oh my gosh, Shelby, Sam," my mom screamed.
My father came in afterwards and dropped his beer bottle on the ground.
"Oh God," he said.
"Get out," I screamed, and watched as they stood there for a couple of seconds and then moved back.
Sam stared down at me, shaking his head. I reached up and pulled his head towards mine and kissed him.
"Oops," I said smiling at him.
He growled against my lip and chewed and tugged on my lower lip for a couple of seconds. I felt him sliding in and out of me again.
"What are you doing?" I said, shocked.
"You already know," he grunted. "I might as well come before I go and face the music."
He winked at me and I stared at him with a surprised expression as he flipped me onto my stomach and got down on top of me.
I felt him sliding inside of me again, fucking me hard until he was coming inside of me. And then he jumped off of the bed and zipped himself up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. He looked at me and smiled slightly.
"Well, if they hadn't just seen us in action, they would've been able to tell from your face."
"Tell what," I said, glancing at him, confused.
"That you've just been well and truly fucked," he said.
He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
"Now put on your dress. I don't know how this is going to go, but I have a feeling the party is over."
Chapter Thirty
“So, you do know your dad has a shotgun?" My mom said as we sat at the dining room table. All the guests have left and it was just the four of us now. My mom's expression was furious and my dad looked dazed and confused.
"Though I do have to say one thing," my dad said, looking at my mom.
"What?" she said.
"When I thought I'd be shooting Sam, I thought it would be because you were having an affair with him and not Shelby."
"It's not an affair, Dad. I'm not married and neither is Sam."
"Yeah, that really doesn't make this better, Shelby," my mother said, glaring at me. And for a couple of moments, I wondered if she was mad because I was sleeping with an older man or because I was sleeping with Sam and she had a thing for him. I looked over at Sam and he let out a deep sigh.
"Guys, I'm sorry. This is not what I had intended to do today."
"So this was the first time?" My dad said with a serious expression.
"No," Sam said, shaking his head.
"No?" My mom gasped. "How long has this been going on?"
"For a while," I said.
"But I like Shelby. And I know that sounds weird because we have an age gap and we have not really gone on many dates." He looked at me and gave me a small smile. "But she's spunky and she's fun, and we have an amazing chemistry, and she's wiser than her youth would state."
"Really?" my mom said. "Shelby, wise?" She laughed. "That's funny if I've ever heard something that was a joke."
"Thanks, Mom," I said.
"I understand where you're coming from," Sam said. "I mean, I'd be the first to admit she's immature, but we all know that-"
My dad interrupted him. "I just can't believe that this is fucking happening," he said. "Is my best friend going to become my son-in-law?"
"Dad!" I said, glaring at him.
"What? I'm just trying to figure this out. Are my best friend's kids going to be my grandkids? How weird is that?"
"Dad!"
"What?" He shrugged. "I mean, you two were just..." He paused, "fornicating. I assume that you were getting busy at my anniversary party because this is something serious." He pressed his lips together and now I could tell that my dad was the one being serious. He would be okay with the situation if Sam and I were in love, or if this was going somewhere. If it was just fucking though, he would not be okay. The sad part was I wanted this to be more. I wanted Sam to be my boyfriend and maybe one day my husband. I wanted to have his kids, but I had absolutely no idea where Sam stood. I mean, we hadn't even talked about this ever possibly being something more because we'd never wanted my parents to find out.
I knew that deep down inside I'd wanted us to get caught. I'd wanted my parents to know because it was forcing the issue. But now that I was here sitting at this table, waiting for Sam to answer, I was the most scared I'd ever been in my life because depending on what he said now, my heart could break into a million pieces. If he told me that he was going to end it now and never see me again and didn't want anything else, I'd be heartbroken. Even though I'd put on a front, and even though I'd flirted with other people, none of them had meant anything. It'd been to get to Sam. And I knew it was immature of me, but I was trying to be a better person. I wanted to be a better person.
I just wanted Sam to love me in the way that I loved him. And now that I was finally admitting it to myself, I could feel that all my walls had come down. I could feel that this was my make or break it moment. This was the moment when I would find out if everything had been for nothing. Had I just been Sam's play thing?
I stared at him. My mom stared at him. My dad stared at him and then Sam jumped up.
"I'm just going to get some water," he said. "Anyone want anything?" We were all silent as we shook our heads. He headed over to the kitchen and I looked down at the table, feeling embarrassed. My mom and dad just sat there, not saying anything either. Sam came back with two glasses of water. He handed one to me and sipped from the other. He took another seat.
“So, Shelby and I really need to have a conversation about where this is going," he said softly. "I know that you both want answers and I don't want to say something that I don't know to be true. And Shelby and I have not had a serious and real conversation about what is going on between us." He looked at me and grabbed my hands. "I think you're amazing, Shelby. You're beautiful. You're smart. You're funny. You keep me on my toes. You're sexy. And yeah, I was scared because I didn't know if this could work. I didn't know how your parents would feel, but I did you a disservice by keeping this a secret for your parents."
He looked toward my parents. "I didn't mean to disrespect you. I didn't mean to..." He paused as he ran his hand through his hair. "Shit. I don't even know what to say at this moment. Just know that I love Shelby and I want to be in a relationship with Shelby, a real relationship. And I know a lot of people are going to have questions about that because there is an age gap and we're at different points in life, but I want to support you whatever she wants to do." He looked at me.