I fucking love burying my face between your thighs.
The pleasure sharpens as he spreads my legs wide, kissing me deeply, passionately.
I want to make your legs shake, your knees weak. Want you to tremble as I kiss you between your legs and fuck you with my tongue.
I moan from his words, from his touch, from his hands, from his mouth. The erotic overload drowns out my worries, replacing them with pure lust and joy as I arch against him, running my fingers through his hair.
I’ve gotten off to this so many times.I jack off to you in the shower.
Sharp, hot pleasure thrums through me.
Want you to come on my face.
I want that too. So badly. I’m so close.
Fuck, honey. You taste so fucking good.
Pressing his hands on my thighs, he spreads my legs wider, then drapes them over his shoulders.
Gripping the strands of his hair harder, I tug him closer still. My belly tightens, and I near the edge.
Then, I’m chantingoh God, oh God, oh Godoverand over as I rock my hips into his face, curl my hands tight around his head, and shatter beautifully.
I come undone on his lips in a wild frenzy.
He figured me out. He cracked the code with his sex hack, and I feel so damn good about the chance I want to take with him.
19
THE GLOAT
Drew
I’m feeling pretty cocky as I devour the food porn. I laugh, shaking my head with each bite of the cheesy chicken and cauliflower.
“What is it?” she asks.
I wiggle a brow. “Just thinking that I made you come hard.”
“And that makes you gloat?”
“Fuck yes,” I say, then I dive in for a kiss. “I thought about our deala lot. I wanted to give you what I’d promised. And it helps that I think about you naked pretty much all the time.”
“Were you thinking about me naked at the Skee-Ball machine?” she asks as she takes a forkful of the dish.
I laugh. “Oh yes. I saw you, and I undressed you mentally. Hope you don’t object,” I say.
She dips her face, shaking her head.
She clearly enjoys the sexy compliments, but I don’t want to dwell in sexy land. “You know I want more than the sex,” I say, setting down my fork. “I want to give you a kiss when you show up at the Whac-A-Mole game. Put my arm around you in between Skee-Ball rounds. Take your hand in mine as we leave together.” I hold her gaze and tell her, “I don’t want to sneak around, Brooke.”
Her brown eyes sparkle, emboldening me to go on. To share my heart. God, I hope she returns these feelings. “I was going to ask if we could make a go of things in the off-season, but—fuck it. I want you now. I’ll do whatever it takes for us to make things work. Do you want to?”
“I do, but I worry too,” she says, fingering her necklace.
“I know you do.” I’m the gambler between the pair of us. I take chances for a living. I can lend her some of my faith and confidence. “Would it really be such a bad thing if we were together? I thought so at first, wondering how it would look if anyone found out I come over here at night. But we’re not just messing around anymore.”
“We’re not,” she says, emphatic.