“Not a favorite.”
“Can we keep the epi paused ‘til I get back though?” Bronny frantically sends a text accepting the invite. “I need to know if Noelle’s dad is really the scuba instructor from Honduras or if bro was lyin’ to the priest in the confessional.”
Giggles are attached to my nodding. “We’ll um…watch something else while you’re gone.”
Or better yetdosomething else.
As if he can hear the words floating around in the back of my mind, Jukes wets his lips.
Shifts his hips.
Lets his thumb lightly stroke the side of my neck.
The very edge of my face.
“Legends,” praises the teen at the same time he rushes out of his seat to find his shoes.
Our stares drift towards one another’s again, clearly anxious for the overdue solitude.
An hour and half of just us?
Just me on him?
Or him on me?
Mouth?
Fingers?
Both?
All?
And naked?
Hell, even half naked would do at this point.
Pretty sure we’re both tired of these first thing in the morning – because the teen’s not conscious yet – watching from the other side of the phone masturbation sessions we’ve been suffering through.
I mean I like going to work a little more mellow, but I wouldlovegoing in a little more freshly fucked.
That’s all I’m saying.
“Thayneeeeeee,” Bronny yells while his big brother lets his eyes hungrily linger on my tits. “Where-”
“Shoe closet!”
A smile of admiration slides onto my face, truly impressed by how wonderfully he’s been caring for the person that was literally unexpectedly brought to his doorstep.
“Why would my shoes be in the shoe closet?” he grumbles loud enough for us to hear him despite the fact he’s around the corner.
Jukes lets his mouth lower to answer pushing me to shake my head.
Nope.
More engagement with him means less engagement between us.
Which we need.
