I will never,everbe the same.
“Don’t. Touch. That. Bacon,” he orders.
I squeeze my legs together, old Laney whisperingyou’re going to get thrown out if you both have orgasms right here at the table, new Laney shoving the prudish poor thing back into a corner.
“This bacon?” I stroke it with my free hand.
He swallows, moans, and then scoots his chair around the square table until he’s so close to me that our thighs are lined up. He wraps one arm firmly around my back, then picks up one of the two remaining pieces of bacon. “One bite,” he says as he touches it to my lips.
“Abigbite?” I feel myself talking, but I hear Marilyn Monroe coming out of my mouth.
“A small bite. I’m the only fucking big bite you get today.”
So I need to change my panties now.
And I don’t really care.
I part my lips and let him feed me the bacon, but I lick the whole underside before I bite the tip off.
“Naughty Laney is my favorite,” he says hoarsely. “I need you to know that before this hard-on you and the bacon are giving me kills me.”
“Your turn.” I grip his hand and guide the bacon to his mouth.
His eyes slide shut while he, too, licks it, then bites off a piece.
Amuchlarger piece than I took.
But I don’t mind. Not when he’s acting like he hasn’t had food in months.
“Theo with a hard-on for me and bacon is my favorite,” I whisper while I nuzzle his ear with my nose.
“I just came ten minutes ago,” he mutters around the bacon.
“I’m aware.”
“Fuck me. Whoareyou?”
“I don’t know, but I like finding out. Want another nibble?”
His gaze dips to my chest.
Then lower.
He can’t see my pussy, but I get another throb deep inside at knowing he’s thinking about nibbling onme.
“Pancakes and loco moco,” our server says, making both of us jump.
“More bacon too,” I stutter out.
She smirks.
“Four plates of it,” Theo says.
His voice is thick and husky and raw, and our server pauses to squint at him with one eye. “This your first time in here?”
His ears go red.
Not just pink.
