If You Were Mine

The cookout

Rebecca's POV

I'm happy Jeremiah stayed with me. I never really slept beside anyone. They would always leave and never speak to me again. I'm watching Jeremiah as he cooks for customers.

"I feel your eyes all the way over here. Is everything good?"

I nod. He doesn't look up, but he's aware of my nod.

"My daughters want you to come over sometime. Would you like that?"

"I'd like to see you naked." I mumble.

"Same here." This time he looks me in the eyes.

Instead of asking him how he heard me, I smile and continue working.

"You had the perfect opportunity last night and this morning."

"No ma'am. You aren't about to sue me for rape. You did look sexy in my sheet though. I wanted so bad to suck your nipples that were peeking out at me."

"Flirty much?" I chuckle.

"No. I really want you, but I'll deny my own dick until you're ready."

I have to leave this kitchen. It's getting hot. I look him over.

"Sexy." I compliment him.

"Rebecca." He warns. "Take this to the waitress before I have you crying out."

I scramble to take the food. He is serious.

I stay away from the kitchen the rest of my shift.

Amber's POV

"Aaron... no ..."

"You sure?"

"Ah!"

"That's what I thought. Daddy's home."

"Aaron!"

"Talk to me."

"Aaron!!!"

"My name sounds so beautiful."

I'm trying to push him away now. I can't take anymore.

"No ma'am," he whispers in my ear. "Where you think you going?"

"Shit! Shit! Shit! I gotta pee!"

"Go ahead. I'll wash the covers." Our eyes connect when he says this.

"I like that."

Aaron's POV

I flip us over. "Go ahead. I want you to take control."

She just hovers over my mouth. I pull her down on my mouth. My groan scares her. Has no one ever let her take control?

I take hold of her hips to guide her as my tongue does tricks.

"Where you going?"

"I can't. I don't know what I'm doing."

"You getting ya pussy ate."

"No Aaron. I mean, I've never been on top or had my pussy ate."

Oh. My. God.

"Okay, what are you comfortable with then, sweetheart?"

She just curls up on my chest. "This."

"Okay. But tell me something."

"What's up?"

"No man has ever eaten you?"

"No. But I thank you for wanting to."

Amber's POV