“You made it look so sexy,” I accuse as we dive right into another set of giggle fits. “You could have warned me about the level of juiciness I was up against!”
“And miss this? So long as we both live, you can count on me toneverwarn you about possible food mishaps! This was just too good. Who knew sak fruit could be this entertaining?”
“It’s called sak fruit?” I demand, new peals of laughter ringing out of me. “That makes it so much worse!”
“It does, doesn’t it,” he agrees on a chuckle.
The next thing I know, Treno has a hold of my hips, and he’s pulling me closer to him. Before I can even squeak in surprise, his lips are on mine. I’m a little stunned by the sudden move but not mad at it in the least. He cups my now sticky cheeks and moves his lips from my top lip to my bottom and back up again. I lean into him and open up, ready to see just where he wants to take this.
He promptly takes it to the ninth ring ofholy motherfucking shit, this guy just kissed me right into an orgasm. Then he brings me back down to spend a little time incan you get pregnant from kissing, because I think I just didland. And then finally we end up in a solid state ofI’m going to go ahead and need you to fuck me now.
Treno pulls back, and with not an ounce of shame, I lean forward to chase his lips. He runs his thumb over my now kiss-swollen mouth, and if I were wearing panties, they would have spontaneously combusted by now.
Consider my world...rocked.
“Holy shit,” I mumble at the same time Treno breathes, “Wow.” I know that mouth-fuck was all him, but I won’t argue with any appreciation he wants to throw my way.
“I’m sorry,” he tells me, his mismatched eyes studying mine. “You were laughing, and I wanted to taste the pure joy as it poured out of your mouth. I have to say, it’s better than the sak fruit,” he teases, and I giggle like an oversexed schoolgirl.
Pigeon gives me the side-eye and I’m pretty sure flashes me some version ofdon’t mess this up for us, you weirdo!
I shove her away.
“Never apologize for doingthat...ever again,” I inform him, and he laughs.
“Good to know,” he confesses, and then he closes the distance between us again.
I’m so ready to get lost in another epic kiss. There’s just one fucking problem. It’s hot as hell, and I’m suddenly sticky and itchy where the fruit juice went down my top. How is a girl supposed to ride a man’s face into happy oblivion with this sticky, sweaty, itchy situation going on? I’m pretty sure if I just ripped all of my clothes off right now, Treno would take that as a good thing. That might help with the sweaty, but the sticky and itchy are still going to be a problem. Maybe I can convince him to go back to the city where I can ride his face in the shower?
“Where’d you go?” he asks me, sucking on my bottom lip and then nipping at it in a way that coaxes out a moan.
“You are so fucking hot, but so am I. I’m dying,” I tell him, pulling at the collar of my top.
“Oh, thank the Thais Fairies, I thought it was just me,” he confesses. “Do you care if I take my armor off? I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but I think the liquid currently trapped in my armor could rival that of a sak fruit’s.”
I laugh and gesture for him to go ahead.
“Can I take mine off too?” I ask, the need to itch overwhelming any decency or sexiness I might have been hoping to accomplish.
“Of course! Are you okay?” he queries, as I immediately shove my hand down the V of the vest and scratch aggressively between my breasts.
“I’m super fucking itchy all of a sudden,” I admit, and he nods his head like this information isn’t at all surprising.
“Let’s go for a swim. It will wash off the juice, which should cure the itching and cool us both down.” He gestures over at a small lake to our right, and as much as unfamiliar water freaks me out, I could orgasm alone at the thought of swimming in crisp cool water.
“Last one to the water has to sweat more,” I declare lamely, but it’s too fucking hot to be witty.
I sprint toward the lake, untying my clothes as I go. Treno yells an objection and then laughs as he rushes to catch up with me. I rip my top off and practically attack the evil bra underneath. Why the fuck do I even bother wearing these? I shred the laces with a well-placed talon and fling it away from me. I almost eat dirt while trying to get my pants off, but yesterday’s mistakes are today’s triumphs. I recover andhootin victory, naked and feeling infinitely better already.
Strong arms grab me from behind, and the next thing I know, I’m lifted up and thrown caveman style over Treno’s shoulder. We reach the edge of the lake in a couple of his long strides when he grabs me off his shoulder, and I can tell he’s going to throw me in. I squeal my protest, and it comes out like the bleat of a constipated goat. I hold onto his arms for dear life and screamnoooooo!
Maybe it was the creepy goat noise or the blood curdling scream, but Treno stops mid throw and brings me eye level with him instead.
“What happened?” he asks, holding me out in front of him.
I gesture to the water. “There’s not anything that lives in there that’s going to, like, eat me?” I ask, eyeing the lake now like it just might be poison. “Anything that’s going to try to crawl into an orifice and lay eggs?” I add, feeling like that’s a good one to ask about too.
Treno looks at me like I’m crazy.
