“You should sleep more.”
I shake my head no. “I’ll never get to sleep tonight if I do.” I rest my head on Con’s chest, allowing my eyes to fall back closed. I relax as he strokes my back. “I’m not falling asleep. I’m resting my eyes.”
“If you say so.” He chuckles, making me smile.
“I’m hungry anyways, so you’ll have to feed me.”
“I think I can manage that.”
“We just have to get up.” I wrap myself around him, making him laugh more.
“I’m not sure you’re going anywhere.”
I drop my head back, smiling up at him. “You gotta help me get up.”
“I think you should stay in bed and I can feed you here.”
“Can we order pizza?” Staying in bed for dinner sounds really nice. It is like my little bubble where I don’t have to worry about anything else. All afternoon I thought about how to get my brother the money he needed. The stress of it ended up giving me a headache. Con being here has made me feel instantly better. I’m sure the orgasm he gave me helped too.
“We can do anything you like.” Con shifts, sitting up more so his back is against the headboard. I go with him because I’m still wrapped around him. He pulls out his cell phone to place the order.
“Tell them I want all the dips,” I whisper.
“I’m not new here, Abigail,” he teases me.
“Get the cookie thing!”
He gives me a look like Really? “Don’t I always get it for you? Have you forgotten how well I know you, Abigail?” His eyes linger on me for a moment. It’s as though he’s really asking me the question. I almost tell him everything, but before I can get the words out, his lips twitch into a smile as he finishes ordering for us. He tosses the phone onto the other side of the bed when he’s done.
I slide across him so I’m straddling him, my head resting on his chest again. “I always feel better when you’re close.”
“That’s why you should have called me.”
That was the problem. This was the one time I couldn’t call him. I was trying to fix this myself. I want to be the one to make things better for once. I just don’t know how to go about that now. I pretty much drained my account and it will be that way until Orchard pays me back.
Asking Con to fill the account would raise red flags. He wouldn’t care that I gave Orchard the money. What would catch his attention would be my need for more. This habit of never spending much is coming back to bite me in the ass.
I push up on his chest. “How long on the pizza?”
“Thirty minutes.” He pushes my robe open more.
“I think there are a few things we can do to kill the time.” I wiggle on his lap, not wanting to think about anything else but Con, reality TV and pizza for the rest of the night.
His hands skim along my hips. “I want you to eat and take more Tylenol. I don’t want your headache to come back.”
I lick my bottom lip, not listening to him as I push myself down his body. My hands go for his belt. “You going to tell me no?” I undo it before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. His nose flares and I know he’s not. I reach in, pulling him out. I stroke him a few times. Cum already leaks from the head of his hard shaft.
“Abigail,” he warns. I circle the head of his cock with my tongue before I lick the cum off the tip then swallow him. His legs flex under me as he lets out a loud groan. I bob my head up and down, taking him as deep as I can, faster and faster. He grits my name out again. I know he’s close. His fingers tangle into my hair as he releases into my mouth. I swallow every drop of him down before I finally release him.
He pulls me back up his body, his mouth coming to mine as he kisses me deeply. “Love you,” I say against his mouth.
“I love you too.” He goes in for another kiss. His phone starts to ring. “Your pizza is here.” I nod, rolling off him onto the mattress. He grabs his phone, standing to right his clothes. He throws the blanket over me before he opens the bedroom door. I stay hidden under the blankets as he gets the pizza until I hear the door shut again. I pop up. He sets the boxes at the end of the bed.
“Don’t move,” he orders. I watch as he walks over to the closet, disappearing inside for a few moments. He returns with a beautiful box. “I want to see you in nothing but these.” He pushes my robe off my shoulders before he opens the box.