“Fuck, that’s it,” I groan deep in my throat. Wrapping my hand in a fist around her hair that has now fallen loose, I pull her head back slightly and meet her eyes. “Where do you want me?”I demand as I continue to thrust into her hot wet mouth. “Do you want to swallow me down, all over your pretty face and tits, or do you want me to bury myself in your cunt?”
Pulling off with a pop, drool strings from the head of my dick to her lips. “In me, I need you in me,” she says breathlessly, flushed chest heaving.
She squeals as I scoop her up under her arms and place her on to the edge of the countertop. “Hold on,” I command as I line up at her entrance. Arching her back, she screams my name as I plunge deep inside her. Her legs wrap tight around me, and her fingers grasp the vanity as I continue to thrust hard.
Squeezing one hand around her hip to keep her in place, she whimpers as I use the thumb from my opposite hand, to rub tight circles around her swollen, pink clit. “Look at us, baby.” Her passion filled eyes look to where we are joined and she hums. “You take me so well, like you are made just for me.” Rocking in and out my cock is slick with her arousal; the sound we are making together is lewd in the steam filled room. “Who do you belong to?”
“Just you. Only you,” she murmurs, circling her arms around my neck. Leaning forward, she captures my lips in her own, kissing me deeply, her tongue tangles with mine. Heels digging into my ass, she moans into my mouth as her pussy begins to flutter and clench around me.
“That’s it, baby, you are doing so good,” I praise as her orgasm continues to wash over her. “You are so pretty when you come.”
My movements become erratic as I feel my own release barrel towards me. Groaning with one final thrust, I bury myself as deep as I can and let go – pulse after pulse of hot, thick cum filling her tight pussy.
Resting my forehead on hers, we both try to catch our breath. “God, you are perfect.”
Dick still buried to the hilt, she startles as I lift her with my hands cupping her ass. Tightening her arms around me tight.
“What are you doing?” She gasps as I walk us into the shower.
“Since you are not worried about being late, let me clean you up before I make you dirty again.”
Pulling into my driveway, I see Riot’s truck already parked. I may be late, but he’s still early. Running my hand along the hood it feels cool to the touch, so he’s been here for a while. Entering through the gate with Morgan into the backyard, I find him laying comically in my newly installed hammock, with one work boot covered foot on the ground for stability.
Peering down at him, I ask, “Are you okay in there?”
Removing the forearm that was covering his face, he meets my eyes.
“All good. I just needed a minute and decided to take it here. It’s pretty comfortable, I may need to install one at the new house.” Rocking his large body, he hoists himself into a sitting position and catches his balance before standing to his full height.
“How’s the renovation coming?” Leading him inside I go right to the fridge and grab two bottles of water. Tossing one to my friend, he grabs it midair and twists off the cap before taking a large drink.
“Horrible. Thanks for asking, though.” Snorting a laugh, he shakes his head as he sits on one of the stools at the island. “I’ve never had this many problems with a flip before. It’s like this house is cursed.”
Leaning back against the sink, I ask, “What’s the problem now?” He looks tired. I know he’s been busting his ass trying to get this house done, but one man can only do so much. He is the first person to offer to help and the last to ask for it.
“Tile for the primary bath. It took me a while to source out exactly what I wanted and when I did, they didn’t have enough for the entire project. So, I have to start looking again.” He sighs heavily.
“Can’t you just pick something else?”
“No, it has to be this tile,” he says, firmly shaking his head.
“Okay...?” I don’t understand why it matters. I’ve never seen him this particular about a house he’s just going to turn around and sell.
“It’s fine, just annoying. What’s going on with you?” He leans his forearms on the counter and changes the subject.
“I’ve been busy at work. I’m still surprised by the amount of people who travel to Emerley to get a tattoo. I’m really enjoying working on the house, way more than I thought I would. Other than that, I am filling all my free time with Hannah. It’s really been amazing.”
“It sounds amazing, but if that’s the case, why can I tell something is bothering you?” He raises his eyebrow.
“Well, aren’t you an intuitive one?” I deadpan.
“It’s a gift and a curse.” Smirking, he holds his palms in the air.
With one hand rubbing the back of my neck, I meet his eyes. “Mom has been texting me.”
“Oh yeah?” He quirks an eyebrow and asks, “Somethin’ going on?”
“Maybe. She wanted me to know Jackson may be heading to Emerley.” Taking the final drink from my water, I throw it into the recycling bin under the sink and turn back to face my friend.
