We passed want yesterday.
“Ninety minutes starts when I get there!” Bronny announces right before the door slams closed with him on the other side.
“I know he makes the whole nurturing him thing feel like pulling teeth-”
“Dentist pun acknowledged.”
“-but he really does adore you.”
“Jus’ ‘cause I feed him.”
Light giggles appear before I shake my head. “It’s because you really care about him. Just like you really care about me…” My teeth steal a tiny bite from my bottom lip. “And I think that shit is so fucking sexy.”
An undeniably delicious grumble rattles his chest. “Is that right, Slayer?”
Between the sound and the name, all I can manage is a nod.
And even that’s ridiculously difficult.
“What else are you thinkin’ about?”
Whimpering is accompanied by a less than innocent glance at his crotch.
“You want somethin’, Gillybean?” His face cockily tilts itself to the side. “Be a good girl and tell me what.”
“To climb into your lap…”
“It’s open.”
“And…” my frame slinks itself into the aforementioned position making it easier for me to tangle my arms around his neck, “have you give me the Boys II Men treatment.”
This rumble vibrates his entire frame in such a way I can’t stop my hips from rolling into it. “You want me to make love to you, baby?” Both hands glide around to cup my ass. “All through the night?”
“Can you do that, thirty-five?” my mouth lecherously brushes against his. “Can you not let go until I tell you to?”
Jukes’s teeth dig into his bottom lip with the same voracity his fingers do my ass as he slowly nods his understanding. “Lead the way.”
Hesitation to scramble onto my bare feet is non-existent; however, the instant he stands, hard cock outline completely visible in his form fitting sweats, I know we’re not going to make it upstairs.
Network negotiations truth?
We’re not gonna make it off this couch.
God, I hope the teen doesn’t change his mind and come home sooner.
While Thayne is anticipating me reaching for his hand, I grab a fistful of his white t, completely catching him off guard when I use it to yank him down to me.
Our mouths ravenously part on impact, tongues unstoppable in their determination to devour one another.
Rolls are soft then hard.
Hard yet slow.
Slow but so all-consuming that it fails to really register when my scrub bottoms cascade to my ankles.
Or when his sweats are given a similar fate.
Thoughtful twirls transition into untamed tangles alongside impatient tugs at all the remaining material blocking our way.
