I pull out the spare one I made for her and push it across the table. Her eyebrow rises, and then her hand makes a ‘keep it coming’ motion. I roll my eyes and place the cake back down. She taps her finger on her bottom lip and starts to pace back and forth in thought.
“Seriously?” I cross my arms when she shhh’s me.
“Hush, I’m thinking.” I take my cut and shirt off, then take off my boots.
“What are you doing?” I shrug.
“The key and cake aren’t enough. Figured I’d throw myself into the mix. I’m going to fuck you while you eat that cake, then I’m stealing your keys to make a copy, ‘cause no one is keeping me away from my ol’ lady. Not even her.” I reach for her, and she takes off running.
“Run all you want, Haven. I will catch you.”
16
HAVEN
Diesel is barking and wagging his tail, totally game to play catch with mommy. I jump over my bed and turn to keep it between us. Joel saunters into the bedroom doorway shirtless, and the top button of his jeans is already undone.
“Uh oh, seems you have nowhere to escape to.” His tone is deep, dark, and definitely dangerous, causing my toes to curl in anticipation.
“My goal was never to get away. I got you right where I want you.” I take off my coat and drape it on my vanity chair before ripping my shirt over my head, then dropping it on the floor.
His posture doesn’t change, if anything, he leans into the doorjamb and takes on this relaxed grin that kinda pisses me off. Doesn’t he get how horny I am? He should already be naked on my bed so I can ride him into the rings of Saturn.
“Keep going.” He moves his pointer finger up and down in the air, and my temperature spikes.
“Ditto, you got too many clothes on.” I grab my leather pants and peel them down my legs, and then unclip my bra.
When I glance back up, he’s frozen, staring at my pussy.
“Joel, why are your jeans still on?” I crawl onto the bed and then lie against the headboard, leaving my legs wide open.
“Why are you bare?” Ah, I see.
I run my fingers up the inside of my thigh to my freshly waxed core. I usually keep a neatly trimmed patch, but I have never had anyone visiting as often as I anticipate now. I thought this would be easier to maintain and, according to my waxer, much more sensitive.
“You like?” I bite my lip as my touch reaches my clit.
YUP! Much more sensitive.
“Like? Fuck no. LOVE.” The zipper on those fucking tight jeans finally lowers, and then he’s gloriously naked and crawling over my body.
“Let me show you how much.” He kisses me, and then I’m in the air.
He flips me onto my stomach and pulls my ass up to his face, then pushes my ass cheeks apart to eat me out from behind. His beard scrapes against my clit while his tongue invades my pussy. I never thought that this vulnerable position could be this pleasurable. His fingers replace his tongue, and then he licks my ass.
I squeal and try to pull away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He loops his forearm around both my legs and then returns to circling my asshole like his life depends on it.
“ME! What are you doing?” My pleasure receptors and anxiety are at war as to why I’m semi-enjoying this.
“Just feel, Haven.” I can barely make out his mumbled words since his face is buried in my ass.
My arms give out, and my upper torso lands on the mattress, giving him all the leverage he needs. His fingers push into my G-spot as his thumb flicks my clit. Meanwhile, his tongue keeps running that maddening circle, making me moan.
“That’s right. Feels good. You’re gonna let me fuck you here.” Panic makes me freeze.
“Not tonight. You aren’t ready for it yet. But we’ll work on it. Pass me a pillow.” I glance over my shoulder at him with a what-the-fuck-dude face, but do as he asked.
