His hands are big enough that his fingers trail along my inner thigh. I inhale sharply, my body waking up in all the right places. I think Jerry did it by accident, but then I catch the gleam in his eyes.
He strokes Frank again, and laughter bubbles out of me. “I can’t believe you’re using my cat as an excuse to touch me. I’m shocked on Frank’s behalf.”
Jerry grins and tickles Frank under the chin instead. “Sorry, Frank.”
I love my cat, but at the minute he’s three and a half kilograms of cock-blocking feline.
“Yeah. Sorry, Frank.” I gently pick him up and move him to his overpriced but ridiculously comfy-looking cat bed on the floor. He grumbles once, then curls around and settles down to sleep.
I’m not sure where Jen and Kyla are but hopefully they’re asleep somewhere.
When I turn to face Jerry, his gaze quickly snaps up from looking at my arse. With his thighs spread, arms tucked behind his head, and body sunk down into the sofa, he’s the picture of relaxation.
All apart from his eyes.
His gaze is sharp, intense, as he watches me walk towards him. I’m not sure what the etiquette is for whatever it is we’re doing, but based on the way he’s looking at me right now, I think we’re on the same page.
I take a chance and climb onto his lap, straddling him, with my hands on his shoulders. His big, broad shoulders. And I takea second to run my hands over his muscles. We’re so close like this, there’s nowhere to hide, and I’m surprised to find I don’t want to.
Right now, there’s nothing about me that I don’t want Jerry to see. I wonder if he senses it, because his smile softens into the one he rarely lets out.
My favourite one.
“Changed your mind about talking?”
“Yep.” Whose stupid idea was that? Oh right, mine. “We can do that later, maybe.”
“Okay,” he murmurs, ducking his head to kiss the base of my throat. It seems to be a favourite spot of his, and it’s fast becoming one of mine too.
He runs those strong hands of his up and down my back and I arch into his touch, wanting it all over me. There are far too many clothes in the way for my liking, but I’m enjoying this too much to do anything about it just yet.
Jerry’s not so patient. He grabs the bottom of my jumper, tugging it up and over my head. My T-shirt follows, along with Jerry’s clothes, until we’re both naked from the waist up.
The pyjama bottoms Jerry’s got on are soft and easy to pull down. I’m wishing I’d gone upstairs to change when I had the chance, because my jeans aren’t made for easy access.
Only one way to fix that.
Jerry watches, amused, as I stand, then nearly fall over in my haste to get my jeans off. I end up standing on them and lifting alternate legs, dignity long gone, and he’s grinning at me by the time I’m done.
Nothing to do but embrace it. I shoot him a wink. “Sexy, huh?”
He laughs. “I’ve never been more turned on.”
Despite the levity of the moment, I really want that statement to be true. I’m still in my tight black boxer briefs. I can workwith that. I slide a hand over the front of them, palming my cock through the material. I’m only half-hard after wrestling with my jeans, but a little attention soon has me thickening up.
Jerry’s gaze drops to my groin, and I notice with satisfaction that he’s slipped a hand inside his pyjamas and there’s a definite bulge under there.
“Take them off.” His eyes meet mine, dark and radiating enough heat to make me swallow hard. “Then come here.” He nods to his lap, where his hand moves slowly back and forth under the material.
He’s so fucking hot, it takes me a moment to realise I should be doing something other than watching. I slide my boxers off and step out of them, my cock now hard and desperate for the same treatment Jerry’s is getting.
He pushes his pyjamas and underwear down and off, and my mouth waters at the sight of him. I want to taste him.
Instead of climbing back onto his lap, I drop to my knees and Jerry groans as he realises where this is heading. He spreads his thighs a little wider, giving me room, and I run my hands up them, loving the feel of the soft dark hairs under my palms.
He’s still stroking his cock, slow and lazy, and he has his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches me. Waiting.
I dip my head, letting him feed me his cock.
