Page 21 of Beneath His Touch
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”
“Letty Barnes isn’t my name.” The words come out fast. I wish I had kept a light on a little bit longer so she can see that I’m not upset in the least. What I do notice is the tension leaves her body with the admission she gives me. “Wait, that’s not what I mean. Letty is my name. The last name is my grandma’s maiden name on my mom’s side. I, um, when my mom died, I was still living with her husband, Josh. I thought he was just being a decent human being, letting me stay there while I finished my college degree. Then I overheard a conversation, one that wasn’t meant for my ears.”
Letty moves from my arms to sit up and runs her fingers through her hair. I lean over my side of the bed to flip the light switch on. She needs to see I’m not upset with her omission of the truth.
“Keep going,” I encourage her. My hand finds hers, and I entwine our fingers and bring them to my mouth to kiss her knuckles.
“Well, Josh, that’s my stepfather’s name. Actually, I’m not sure if he is now that Mom is gone, but anyways. Apparently, he has a gambling problem, a big one. I should have seen the signs. His fancy car disappeared, he started driving Mom’s since she was in his car when the accident happened, and the insurance company replaced it. Josh’s fancy watches were no longer on his wrists, either, and he was at home more than he was at work. Little things, you know, but still, I didn’t see them as red flags. Maybe I was too lost in my grief oroblivious. Either way, I should have known. When it looks like shit, smells like shit, well, it must be shit.”
The soft chuckle at the end breaks up some of the forlornness in what she’s talking about. I’m not happy that she’s been through losing her mom, and that her stepdad being a piece of shit is the reason for her using a different last name.
“Nothing you're saying is making me upset about you hiding your identity, Letty. I’m pissed about the piece of shit who made you feel the need to do so.”
“Well, about that. The conversation and what I saw from what I’ve dubbed the goon squad, well, it wasn’t about what they’d do to Josh. It’s what they’d do to me.” I can see the revulsion roll off her body in waves. Meanwhile, mine is locked up tight. There are multiple ways to interpret her words, and none of them are any good. “Nobody saw or heard me sitting at the top of the stairs, and when everybody left, I did the only thing I could think of. I devised a plan, then packed the essentials and stole a large sum of money from Joshua’s safe, you know, the money he could have given the assholes, and I left the next morning.”
“Come here, Letty.” I pull her into me. She comes willingly as I settle my back against the headboard and place her in my lap.
“I’m sorry, Matthew. Honestly, I am. And that’s not the worst of it. I think, well, it feels like somebody may be watching me. I don’t know if it’s Josh or the people he owes money to. The feeling comes and goes, but I might have brought trouble to your doorstep.” I cup her face. When shetries to look away, one lone tear slides down her cheek, and my thumb chases it away.
“Do you mind if I have Jude look into this? He won’t do anything that will flag your name. The man can hack into the freaking FFA without anyone being none the wiser.” This situation can easily be handled, and it’s making the wheels spin with the situation of her tires being slashed.
“Only if you promise not to allow this to blow back on him or you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, Matthew.” She blinks her eyes to eradicate the moisture gathering at a rapid pace.
“Nothing will happen to either of us or you,” I promise her.
“You’d do it no matter what, you and your friends. I know it, but fine. My last name is Ashmoor. Letitia Grace Ashmoor.” She licks her lips at the end, and damn if my cock doesn’t perk up at the sight.
“Fuck, you have a pretty name, Letty.”
“Thank you.” She wiggles in my lap, and her eyes drop, lids fluttering closed.
“You’re welcome.” She surprises me when she leans in to press her lips against mine. “Are you sure you want this right now? Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop,” I murmur against her mouth when she rocks back and forth along my hard cock.
“More than sure, but this time, I want you in my mouth.”
“Fuck, kitten. You can have me any way you want me.” Letty slides off my lap, hands going to the waistband of my boxers, and I help her pull them off. Her ass is near mychest, and I already know I’m going to have a bit of fun while she does her worst to make me come fast.
“You’ll have to show me how. I’ve never done this before.” The thought of having her lips around dick, feeling her warmth surrounding me knowing I’ll be her first to give the both of us this experience, it has my cock ready to burst.
“Swing your ass this way. No sense in you not having some fun, too.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder and wiggles in a way that has her shirt lifting up, showing me her pretty cheeks. The cotton does not one damn thing to hide the wetness soaking through.
“Oh.” My thumb slides along the seam. Letty’s hips roll, ass arching and begging for more. The palm of her hand wraps around my shaft. Her grip is perfect. Fuck, everything about her is.
“We’ll go at your pace, kitten,” I reply through gritted teeth. Her mouth hovers near the head, her heated breath doing nothing to calm my rapidly beating heart.
“Okay, Daddy.” Her sweet words are the last thing she says before sweeping her tongue around the tip, circling the circumference, then licking up the precum that’s gathering at an alarming rate.
“Just like that.” I watch as she explores my dick. Meanwhile, I slip beneath the edge of her panties, meeting nothing but bare flesh. I gather what I can, coating my thumb with her wetness, and as much as I want to sink inside her pussy, she needs more. “Christ.” She wraps her lips around me and takes deep sucking pulls. Never in my life did I think I could I come like a two-pump chump, yet that shit might just happen tonight.
“Hmm,” Letty moans, spreading her legs further, giving me more room to work, and when I lightly press inside her tight heat, she slides down further on my dick. Her tongue drags along the underside, and I can feel each inch she takes.
“Use your fist, kitten. Twist your wrist on what you can’t take yet.” Her muscles quiver around my digit, I’m being careful not to give her too much too soon. It’s a damn hard task when you’re trying to hold back from lifting your hips to see how much more she can take without choking her.
Letty does what I tell her, only adding her own little spin to it. She glides up and down with her hand, flicking her wrist while sucking my dick like it’s her favorite fucking treat. “Fuck, I’m not going to last long, kitten.” And that’s not a goddamn lie. I try to keep my eyes open, wanting to relish every damn minute.
Her greedy little pussy sucking my thumb deeper inside.
Her mouth giving me pleasure like never before.