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Burning desire (pt2)

☆ warnings ☆

Oral ~ praise

summary

Your parents are gone for the day. James had called and found out they won't be home.

A/n: sorry this took ages I have shit motivation...

"We need to talk."

My heart pounds. "Yes, dad?" He sighs, running his hand through his hair. "Is there something going on between you and McAvoy?" I give him a confused look. "What.. what do you mean?"

He scoffs. "Y/n, you know what I fucking mean." My mom grabs his arm, "honey, calm down." He takes a deep breath. "Dad... no... nothing is going on, are you serious?" He parts his lips to speak, then changes his mind.

"Sweetheart, I... I just... wanna make sure you're safe, okay?"

I roll my eyes and laugh. "I'm fine, dad, really. Nothing happened." He gives me an unsure look, then nods. He starts to walk out of the room, passing by me, with mom by his side. Mom stops next to me. "I can tell, y/n, why the hell did you follow him to the bathroom?"

"I-" she walks away from me, cutting off from what I was gonna say.

☆☆☆

My mom comes into my room, about an hour later. She sits on the bed next to me and turns off the tv. "I was watching that." She scoffs. "Listen, please."

"I'm sorry for getting upset with you... but i hope you can understand where me and your father are coming from."

"I can, but... It's not like that. I just waited outside the bathroom. I know it seemed weird, but i swear." He smiles, rubbing my leg. "I know, sweetheart."

"Do you like him?" She asked me. I fake gasp, and she laughs. "Hes hot, nothing more though." She rolls her eyes. "Just between you and me, y/n, hes super hot." I laugh.

"Okay, well, goodnight." She gets off my bed and walks to the doorway. "Love you."

I smile, "love you."

She closes the door. I let out a sigh of relief, then go back to watching tv.

☆☆☆

I walk downstairs after waking up. I yawn and meet my mom at the bottom of the stairs. "Morning, mom."

"Morning." She starts walking up the stairs, "Uh, breakfast is on the counter, I gotta go meet your father in town, okay?" She said while still fastly walking up the stairs. "Got it!" I walk to the kitchen.

Its not uncommon for them to do this, you know, leave in a hurry. I dont ever question it since the answer is usually. "Oh, honey, I don't dont have the time to explain this to you."

I grab a plate full of food, and notice my dad left his phone on the counter. Mom rushes down the staircase. "Mom dad left his phone!"

"Just leave it honey!" She opens, then closes the front door. I sigh.

I sit down and begin eating my food. I start smiling, thinking about James. Then I tried to push those thoughts away, knowing my parents would kill me if they knew, so I know I can't get attached to him.

After I finished my food, while singing an entire song in my head to distract myself from james - by the way, it didn't really work - i cleaned my dishes.

After I placed them on the dryer rack, while humming a song, I jumped to the sound of my fathers phone beginning to ring.

I laugh, then grab it. I flip it open, "hello?"

"Hi, is your father there, y/n?" My heart jumps, realizing its James. "Uh, no, sir."

"Well, is your mother there?"

"Nope," he sighs. "Uh, alright... are you home?" I start to fidget with my fingers. "Yeah,"

"Mkay... are they gone, I mean, like for a while?"

"Yup, likely for the whole day, I dont know where though, mom never tells me." He chuckles. "So uh, you're home alone?"

I smile, "yes." I sit down.

He laughs. "Well, they wouldn't come home anytime soon, right?"

I smile wider and giggle. "No... what are you, uh, getting at?" I run my hand through my hair. "Uh..." he laughs again. "You're sure they'll be gone awhile.."

"Pretty sure."

He sighs. "I need more than that, baby." Im not positive that they will be out all day, I never am, but every time they leave, its always for most of the day. "Uh... im positive."

"You sure about that?" He asked. "Mhm, everytime they leave like this its for the whole day, or atleast awhile."

"Hmm..."

"What did you uh, wanna talk to my dad about?"

"Why do you wanna know?" I roll my eyes. "Just... curious." "Well, last night he called me, and... well he freaked out on me. I was gonna call him to assure him nothing happened."

"Oh... fuck I'm sorry."

He laughs, "not your fault love." I smile. "So... are you coming over, or something?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Yes." He chuckles. "I'll be there,"

☆☆☆

My heart has been racing for the past hour, and I had called my mom to make sure they would be out for a while. She told me they should be gone till later tonight.

Im watching tv in the living room to distract myself. I haven't even made myself look descent yet since im too nervous to even get up. I mean, it's not that i look horrible, I guess, I have just underwear and a t-shirt on. My hair isn't bad either.

I take a deep breath and walk to the bathroom. I grabbed a small eyeshadow palette that my mom had left, and i put on a bit of black eyeshadow but didn't have the motivation to do more than that. I quickly fix my hair up, then walk out of the bathroom. I sit back down on the couch.

I zone out on the tv, my mind racing just as fast as my heart. I hear the doorbell ring, and i jump up. Im about to pass out because of how nervous i am. I walk to the door and open it.

James smiles at me, and i admire him. He's wearing a tight-fitting shirt and jeans. "Uh, come in." He walks in and closes the door. He pushes my hair from my face. "You look beautiful."

I smile, "Thank you." I look down while smiling, and he gently guides my head up, so im looking at him. He leans in and gives me a quick kiss. I can't help but feel disappointed since he began to walk away after kissing me. I follow him as he walks to the living room, admiring the house.

He turns toward me, "y/n.."

I look at him, "Hm?" He smiles. "Are you sure about this?" He asked. I tilt my head in confusion. "About... what?"

He laughs, making me feel a bit embarrassed. "You know why im here, dont you?" "I.. I think." I replied. He places his hands on my shoulders. "Why am i here?" I think for a moment. "Uh... to see me?"

"Sure, but... not the answer im looking for love." I feel stupid, just now realizing what he means. "Fuck, yeah, I know.."

"Mkay, I'll ask again. Are you sure about this?" I nod. "I wanna hear you say it." "Yes." He smiles.

He places his lips to mine, this time roughly and exactly how i wanted it. He grabs under my arms and picks me up, still kissing me, and he guilds me to the couch. He sets me down, pulling away from the kiss. He sits down, grabbing my waist and pulling me onto his lap.

He rubs my waist and then pulls my shirt off. I didn't have a bra on, so my chest is exposed. He smiles.

I rub my hand against his dick. He groans, gripping my waist tightly. I start undoing his pants, then I pull his dick out and begin giving him a hand job. I lean in and kiss him. His hands move off my waist, and he grabs my hand and pulls it away from him.

I back away. "That's not what I want, darling."

"What do you want?"

He smiles, then brushes his thumb along my lips. I look at his hand as he does so, then back at him. I awkwardly laugh, realizing what he wants. He laughs back. I slowly get off his lap, and I get on my knees. He smiles down at me.

I nervously grab his dick, then guide it to my lips. I kiss the tip, then put it in my mouth. James wraps his fingers through my hair.

He guilds my head up and down, slowly getting deeper and deeper. I gag a little and grab his thighs. He groans.

My mouth fills with spit, and I can't swallow it.

He pulls my head down so his dick hits the back of my throat. I start to cry uncontrollably, and I gag. He pulls me back - so just his tip is in my mouth - and I take a breath.

He then pulls me back down, a little farther than before. I tightly grip his thighs, and my spit drips out of my mouth.

"Fuckk.." he groaned, slowly pulling me forward. I choke and close my eyes, pushing multiple tears out.

He pulls me away, allowing me to take a deep breath again.

"Have you done this before, y/n?" He asked, slowly moving me back and forth. I shake my head no. He chuckles, then pulls me all the way down. I close my eyes tightly, choking and gagging.

He pulls me away after a few seconds. My saliva coats his dick and drips out of my mouth. I gasped for air, pulling away completely off him.

He rubs my face.

"Such a good girl for me aren't you?"

I catch my breath, then nod, putting him back in my mouth. He grabs my hair again.

Tears fall from my eyes as he gets rougher and rougher with me.

I close my eyes, forcing the tears that had been blurring my vision out.

He softly rubs my head as he slows down his pace. I open my eyes, my vision still slightly blurred.

He takes his hands off my head, and I pull back a bit, still leaving him in my mouth. I take a deep breath, then slowly move back and forth.

He places his hand on my cheek and rubs it, his breathing getting rougher. I can tell he's close, so I slide him deeper in my mouth. He groans and puts his head back, grabbing onto my hair again.

His cum fulls my mouth, and I force myself to swallow it. I pull away from him.

He looks down at me, catching his breath. I smile.

He puts his dick back in his pants, and I straddle his lap. He places his hands on my hips, rubbing them.

I glanced at my phone, which had been sitting on the other end of the couch, I had a missed call from my mom, and my heart dropped.

I stared at it for a moment, telling myself it was nothing. James places his hand on my cheek, forcing me to look at him.

"Fuck you're so beautiful."

I smile, but before I speak, he does first.

"I want you, y/n."

"I do too, but -"

"I know, your parents, we'll figure it out, I promise."

I smile, then nod.

He glances at his watch and then sighs. "I have to go, darling." He places a kiss on my cheek, and I climb off his lap. Disappointment washes over me.

He stands up, handing me my shirt. His hand touches mine, making him pull away slower.

I stand up, then kiss him.

He rubs my cheek and then begins walking away.

I sit down on the couch, feeling both great and awful at the same time. The sound of the front door closing makes me feel worse.

☆☆☆

My parents open the door, and my heart starts racing. "Y/n, we're home!" My mom yelled. I get off the couch and greet them. "How was your day, hon?" My mom asked, placing her bag on the counter.

"Very boring."

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