Besides just about everything. I glance away again. When she stares at me so hard, like she’s looking at a patient’s chart at work, it makes me nervous.
“No, Papito. I want to know what sucks before you make a move on me.”
Was I making a move? Not yet. But I wanted to hold her. Pretend she’s mine or ours for a little longer before she comes up with some excuse to run out of here and back to her life.
“I don’t know what you like for breakfast. Normally, I get you at night, so I got your dinner choices covered, but?—”
“What you have is fine,” she cuts me off and skirts around me all at the same time. I’m left looking down the hall to my bedroom, where I assume my brother’s still sleeping. “I want to talk about last night. I think I should go home today. I’ll get the new locks like you said, but I can handle that since I’m off today.”
And just like that, it’s over.
She didn’t even give me five minutes before saying she’s leaving. The pitter-patter of my heart slows to a low, sad thump. Everything about this is wrong. I had a whole day planned in my head about how I could sell her on us. Part involved Em, and another, more romantic part, just me and her. Now those are vanishing faster than she can say, “Ay.”
“I already have my guy over there doing that.”
My shoulders slump. I drag myself back to the bacon popping in the pan. The over easy eggs are starting to harden. I wonder how to tell her what I want.
“But if you want?—”
“Do you have salsa?” she overrides me, already in the fridge moving things around for shit I know I don’t have. It’s mostly full of beer, wine coolers for chicks, and a few white claws. “Ay, you have no real food. What is this?”
She drags out some Tupperware shit that Ryan left for Em to try. A meal prep recipe that we shoved to the back a couple of weeks ago.
“Um . . .”
I mess with the eggs a bit longer, avoiding looking at her even though I feel her eyes on me.
“Papito, this will make you guys sick if you don’t throw things out.” She opens the lid and gags. The smell hits me, and I wrinkle my nose while she’s shoving it down the garbage disposal. “Today, you clean this place up. No excuses.”
“Only if you help,” I casually toss over my shoulder as another reason to make her stay.
Last night, with my mouth buried in her pussy, my nose stuffed in her asshole, I was happy. To know her like that is everything. And fuck if I don’t want to taste all that again. Do way more nasty shit with her today. Hell, fuck her poolside. Have her screaming for all the neighbors if she lets me.
“Did you hear me?”
I didn’t.
“Yeah.”
“What did I say?”
I finally glance back at her. She’s moving things into piles on the kitchen bar. Organizing, I guess. Her eyes squint, suspicious.
“How great last night was, but you want more. You want to know what it’s like with Em and me.”
To her credit, she looks away and sort of blushes or something. The tables have turned, and now she’s avoiding me. Good. Let her know what it feels like to be in the hot seat. I turn all the burners off, then face her.
“I’ll tell you. You’ll start on your back. Spread your legs and play with yourself, while we stroke our cocks. You’ll put on a show for us. Trying to decide who goes where.”
Her dark eyes come back to me. I stalk toward her again. This time, I won’t let her step away. Not this time.
“Not your ass. Not yet, but we will. Eventually. But I’ll eat you out. Finger both holes. Get you primed and ready to take both of us. You’d like that, huh?”
I capture her at the edge of the wet bar. Her breath stuck in her throat. My t-shirt gets pulled up to find her pussy again. She keeps it trimmed, not bald like most women. It’s hot seeing the tight patch of curls. Tighter than the messy hair on her head.
“Oh yeah, you do.”
Her cunt is wet. My fingers do what they do best. Separating and exploring. Stroking her clit, she gasps. Her hand lands on my forearm, not to stop it. Keeping it in place as her hips slowly move against my fingertips.
