“Take it, Kayla. That’s it.” He plunged so deep that he bottomed out. His eyes were drawn to the sight of him pushing in and pulling out of her. The moment he noticed her breasts bouncing up and down under his shirt, he briskly took the hem and pulled it up, exposing her. He marveled at this new sight of her.
“Oh, Dunc... I’m coming. I’m coming.”
He let her ankles go from his shoulders so he could bend over her and then kissed her fiercely. She kissed back as if she needed his lips more than she needed to breathe. Her cheeks were rosy, and there were little droplets of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth formed an O as he kept thrusting hard and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Duncan couldn’t take his eyes from her face. A moan tore from his throat as her channel milked him as she came.
Unable to hold back any longer, he was aware of the exact moment the pleasure became more than he could stand. The burst of relief from the pressure that was building inside was exhilarating. When he finally broke free from his haze, he realized the doorbell was ringing.
“Go away!”
Kayla giggled against his neck at his outburst.
“I mean it, Kayla. I’m not opening, for nobody.” He was dead serious. Who would call on him at this ungodly hour? It was a Saturday morning, and he had planned on playing with Kayla all day, if she’d let him. He groaned when someone tapped on his window next to the front door.
“Shouldn’t we get up, Duncan?”
Kayla was still lying on the kitchen table with Duncan sprawled over her between her legs. She caressed his bare back, and he relished her affection so much that he was shivering at her touch.
“No. We don’t move at all. Tell me you want to sleep here tonight. We’ll do this all day long. We’ll fuck and sleep here all day, and then we can even have pancakes for dinner.” She giggled more, which caused him to slide out of her. Duncan grunted at the loss of her warmth and removed the condom, placing it in a napkin from the table. Then he tucked it in the back pocket of his jeans that clung to his hips.
“I’m running to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She tried to slide down the tabletop, but Duncan kept his place in front of her, putting both of his hands next to her thighs on the table, caging her in.
She looked beautifully fucked, her long hair a mess, all tangled, and her naked lower body smeared with maple syrup. He could see his love bites on her neck, and she had a lazy smile on her face. He stared into her eyes. “I’m not letting you go from this table before you give me the password for free passage.”
Yes, he knew he was thirty-one years old, and yes, he knew he acted more like a thirteen-year-old boy who was teasing the girl he crushed on, but he didn’t care. He was feeling all playful and knew he hadn’t been this carefree and had this much fun in a long time.
“Umm, Dunc? I need to give you some sort of password before you let me off this table? That’s weird but also very easy. It’s wildflower.” Kayla smirked at him, and he loved the fact that she played along.
“Dunc, are you there? Open up, bro.”
His brother Ronan shouted from behind Duncan’s front door, but not for long. Knowing Ronan, he would let himself in at any minute. Kayla looked over Duncan’s shoulder as he was caging her in, but he knew she couldn’t see anyone standing there yet.
“That’s right. Didn’t you play this game when you were a kid? Wildflower isn’t it.” Duncan knew he was testing her patience; she wanted to flee to the bathroom before his brother saw her in this state. He loved teasing her, trying to get the sassy Kayla out to play with him.
“Duncan Mills, if you don’t step aside right now, I swear to you, you’ll be coughing up maple syrup real soon.”
He smirked, as he knew she would indeed kick him in his balls if he didn’t move real soon, but he was quick on his feet, and he figured he could intercept her easily before—
“Aaargh... shit!” A ferocious pain stung his nuts, and he regretted that he hadn’t taken the time to tug his dick back into his jeans. He gasped for air. “Fuckin’ hell?”
“There’s your password. Now you know where to stick it.”
She slid gracefully from the tabletop, swatted his T-shirt down, and exited the kitchen with her hips swaying. Before going around the corner, she looked over her shoulder at him with a devious smirk. Mmm, she still looked hot as fuck, even when she’d kneed him in the balls. He was a goner, and he knew it.
“Soo, Dunc, I wanted to say she has you by the balls, but I guess you’re the one holding them now.”
Using his key, Ronan had let himself in while Duncan was busy riling Kayla. He had the word “pancakes” in mind, but she really wanted out of the kitchen before they got an audience, and she’d made damn sure of that, ha!
“This better be good,” Duncan grumbled.
“Didn’t you read the group text from Don? We’re meeting here. He found something in Kayla’s case and said it was important.”
Fuck, he hadn’t checked his phone since last night; he was too busy enjoying himself with Kayla all night and all morning.
“No, man. Let me go change. I’ll be back. There’s some fresh coffee if you want.”
“Is it safe to be sitting at this table? I don’t know, Dunc. If I’m getting all sticky, I must wonder if it’s from the syrup or from something else....” The smirking asshole had to go there. Just his luck that it had to be Ronan to come in first; he was never living this one down.
“Fuck you. Just take your coffee to the living room.”