Chapter 59
Chevelle
I can’t seean inch in front of me when suddenly, I’m wide awake. My mind is muddled with an array of recollections. I focus on my surroundings. Something feels familiar. I reach an arm above me, rubbing my thumb along the headboard. As I suspected, my thumbprint edges over the L heart C initials gouged into the wood. How did I get into Leith’s old bed?
I groan, “Baby?”
“Och, hen,ye okay?” He responds in a groggy voice. Hot skin envelopes me in an embrace that brings my soul alive. Then it hits me.
“We were snooping around Fausto’s info, and then you drugged me!”
“I—”
“With Benadryl.” Palms against his chest, I shove with all my might.
Leith reaches over and flicks on the light. “How’d ya know?”
“Oh, how do I know? I fell asleep slowly.” Smiling, I climb on top of Leith. I’m careful to plant my thighs along his hips, giving his sore abdomen room.Shot.Another thing I’d not known about—hadn’t even listened to when he tried to tell me. An addition to the things I feel guilty about. “Leith MacKenzie, you’re about to get your ass cussed out.”
“Ya know, yer mouth is good for it, but ye could always—”
“Wrap my lips around your dick?”
“Aye.”
I press my mouth over his, then let my teeth descend into the thickness of his bottom lip until he sucks in hard for air.
Tightening my thighs around his waist, I become his tormentor again.
“Hen, dinna be angry with me.” He reaches up, fingers furrowed in my tresses.
My mouth kisses, and then my teeth bite, loving and hurting the taut skin down his chest. “I can’t believe I talked about how much I love these abs.”
“Ye’re gonna make me laugh.” Leith’s chest compresses. He holds a hand over a cloth covering part of his stomach. Carefully, I run my hand along the sharp ridges of him. Gawd, he is a beautiful sight. All of him. I work my way down to Leith’s glorious cock.
“Ye gonna be a good hen, aye?”
“Baby, why must you ask, when you already know the answer,” I reply, coming out of my shirt.
“I did it forye,” he tries.
“You sure did.” While Leith’s eyes track my movements, I run a hand over my belly button and up my stomach until I’m cupping my breasts. “I’m on top, Leith. Momma’s playing dirty.”
“Chevelle,” he manages my name, “be good to me.”
“Like the show?” I continue to run my hands over my stomach and breasts.
“Love thefeckin’show,” he groans, reaching over for more pain relievers. “But I’ve to remind ye, yelove me.”
“Sure. Now, what do you prefer, these lips around your dick or my breasts?” It’s a trick question. The greedy bastard wants both.
Aware of his plight, Leith starts to fist his own cock. My hands roam his chest, and my tongue tangles with his. When my husband is shivering with desire, I order, “Keep your hands at your sides, Leith.”
My palms glide over the strained crests of his abdominals as my nipples trail down. Once my breasts are in position around his cock, I rub them up and down the length of him, lips teasing his head.
Leith’s head falls back. His throat vibrates. Leith gives an addicted groan. “Och, Chevelle, I loveye so much. Stop torturing me.”
“Torture? I thought only my mouth brought you torture.” Biting my lip, I continue my ascent. My breasts hug his girth, moving back and forth. I slobber at the crown of him, tweaking my nipples. I work his cock between my soft melons until my husband is calling my name. My folds wish to worship the smooth skin over his hard flesh. Though I’m in agony, I’m fully aware that my treasure won’t be savoring him tonight. Nope. Not at all. Leith’s losing the sliver of control he had. At that precise second, I deny the bastard the release he hungers for. It serves him right.