As I turn to him, every inch of my skin is throbbing.
He looks exceedingly guilty for a man I’m about to freely let bend me over my desk and put all his quarters into my pinball slot. Yeah, I don’t know what that means either.
His chin is down, but his eyes are looking up at me like he’s expecting me to admonish him. “I don’t need to talk about Max. I wanted to get you alone to kiss you.”
I exhale heavily. I had no idea I was holding in so much air. I feel ten pounds lighter for him having said that.
“I know,” I say, letting my head loll back in exaggerated relief.
“You know?”
“Vince, do you think I haven’t noticed you staring at my mouth—oh!”
My words are cut off by the shocking, forceful seal of his lips over mine. Vince’s mouth is warm, soft, strong, and demanding.
Whoa.
This is…correct. My body relaxes into him. Anticipation melts into rightness. Yes, of course we should be kissing.
His whiskers are surprisingly soft against my cheeks. I’ve never kissed a bearded man before, but I am loving it. His hands pull me in close and then grip me at the small of my back. We are pressed together so firmly, I think he might bend me backward and I would be happy about it. I circle my arms around his neck, but not before my hands caress him all the way up his arms.
“How did I do at the bake sale? You ready for me to feed you on Saturday or do you still need me to man the cash box or something?” he offers, his arms still gripping my waist and holding me close to him.
“Feed me? Oh. Yes. Food. I like food. Not picky. And only the treasurer or I can manage the cash box. It’s all in the by-laws, which is in your handbook…”
And then it happens. A smile. A real one. Broad. Amused. Happy, I dare say. The corners of his eyes go into full-on crinkle mode. His Adam’s apple jumps and I feel a low rumble in his chest. He laughs. Is it a laugh? A chuckle? What is that noise? A chortle? A snicker?
Whatever it is, I like it and I plan on making that happen for him every day.
“He laughs! Oh my god, ladies and gentlemen. He laughs! Come and see the amazing—”
And then he’s all up on my lips again.
Oh my god, I could climb him like a tree and hump him so hard right now. His tongue swipes across the seam of my lips and I open to him, brazenly welcoming him in to tangle with my tongue.
His hands travel up my back, over my bra strap and back down to my hips, where they stay. I would love it if he threw me down and ripped off my bra right now, like a freaking hero in a romance novel.
I feel myself getting hot and sticky, way down deep. I’m so bright and cheery on the outside, but if he only knew how dark, dusty, lonely—and how needy—my pussy is because he is not sliding into third base right now.
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Vince
As my tongue probes her mouth, her wanton hums are so hot, they make me wonder what’s going on underneath her clothes.
What’s going on under my clothes should be plain and obvious.
Our bodies are fused together with this sultry kiss and she can be in no doubt of how aroused she makes me. My cock is ready to rip through the front of my jeans. My hands on her hips press her frame so tightly to me she’s almost grinding on me. Her fingers comb through my hair, down my neck, over my collarbone. She squeezes my shoulders as she breathes out a sigh into my mouth.
Jewel likes to keep talking in between kisses. “Mm. Have you felt yourself? These shoulders…mmm…are so nice…mmm.”
She enjoys my lips the same way she eats cookies. Savoring every bite. Enthusiastic about every detail. Small moans of pleasure. Fucking pornographic.
She swipes her tongue slowly across my lips and then nips at my cheekbones.
She makes me feel wanted.
An unemployed, pugnacious jerk, and she wants me.