Chapter 16
Cade
“Weirdest breakfast I’ve ever seen.” Tasha shook her head at me or, more accurately, at the peanut butter and honey sandwich I was making.
We’d slept until ten. Tasha skipped class, which meant neither of us had to go to our respective jobs until late afternoon. We had all day, and I was going to make the most of it.
“It’s good.” I drizzled honey onto the other slice of bread. “My mom used to make them.” I put the sandwich together and mumbled, “I mean, J-Joyce.”
Tasha’s hand rested between my shoulder blades. “You mean your mom.”
I shrugged.
“I’m not that close with my mom, even though we were close at one point,” Tasha said. “But she still loves me. I still love her. I’m sure Joyce loves you no matter what choices you made last year after you found out the truth. You have the right to maintain your distance. She meant well, but she hurt you.”
“It’s messed up,” I said simply.
“It is,” Tash agreed.
My finger caught a drop of honey that oozed from the tip of the plastic bear, and a wholly impure thought ignited my brain like a forest fire. I sent a wicked look over to Tash, whose eyebrows rose.
“What?”
I turned and held that stray drop to her lips. “You like honey?”
“Yes.” An impish smile appeared a second before her tongue flicked out and took the drop from my fingertip.
“Not as much as me,” I told her and, bear in hand, took a step in her direction.
“Wait.” She held up her hands. “What…do you think you’re doing?”
I closed an arm around her back and pulled her close. “Take off your shirt,” I told her.
She crossed her arms over her waist and stripped the shirt over her head. Her breasts were bare, nipples begging for my tongue.
But first, the honey.
I put the plastic bear down and lifted her onto the kitchen island, where I’d planted her ass last night. I’d abandoned the counter in favor of the bed, but no way was I giving up this time. I upended the bear and drizzled honey over her nipple as she gasped. Gooseflesh popped up on her skin and I chased the path with my tongue.
Her giggling soon faded to moans and a lot of hair pulling when I diligently removed every drop from her nipple.
“One down,” I said, sweetness clinging to my tongue.
Best breakfast ever.
I moved to her other breast and repeated the entire sticky, delicious process. The honey was slick on her skin, and the way she clutched my head, moaning for all she was worth, wasn’t bad either. I was doing a good job of turning myself on too. Without taking my mouth from her breast, I opened my jeans and put my hand on my cock, stroking while I suckled her, and wanting her so badly, I could hardly think.
A series of high-pitched pleas escaped from her throat as she pulled my hair. I continued laving her, alternating between sucking her deep and letting her go to swirl my tongue over her hardened nipple. When she said my name and her voice cracked in ecstasy, I had to let go of my cock before I came in my hand rather than inside her.
I wanted to be inside her.
I laid her on the island, drizzling more honey over her breasts, stomach, and a small pool into her belly button. Then I peeled her panties off, this pair green with little white bows on each side. Her underwear made me crazy in the best way.
“Not there,” she said, sitting up halfway.
“Not putting it th-there,” I told her. “You’re already sweet there.”
She smiled and blushed. I liked that look on her way too much.