Page 74 of The Tendy


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Whether it’s his final rock or mine that gets our bodies singing doesn’t matter.

Blistering bursts deliciously melding with blazing pulsations, intertwining us in the most intimate way possible, is the only thing on my mind.

And his…considering how he sensually smashes our mouths together.

Syncing the roll of our tongues to that of the euphoric waves down below is an effortless execution, and one I look forward to giving the ABBA treatment.

Keeping it on repeat.

“One minute to spareeeeeeee!” Bronny loudly announces upon his clomping back into the kitchen. “Whoooo!” Scrunching down to keep my naked body from being seen happens on a Madonna sort of prayer. “No reverse lunges for me!”

Jukes tips his head backward over the edge of the couch post winding his arms protectively around my figure. “Go shower.”

“Why?”

“You smell.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You do.”

“Don’t.”

“Do.”

“Don’t.”

“Little bro, you smell like the Nirvana song.”

I snicker against his chest at the grunge music reference I wasn’t expecting.

I swear.

He really does live up to his nickname better than anyone else I’ve ever met.

“Shower,” my sex god instructs again. “Pits. Ass.And feet.”

“My feet aren’t that bad!”

“They smell exactly like the type of chip you ate an entire bag of with dinner. Snipes don’t dig that shit.”

“They could.”

“They don’t.”

“Maybe they would?”

“They won’t.”

“Ughhhhhhhh,” gets groaned during what I am hoping is his exit.

“Use deodorant!” The two of us wait in complete silence until the stomping can be heard above us rather than in the next room. At that point, our attention drifts back together again, cheeks red, although it’s currently impossible to know if it’s from sex itself or damn near being caught. “We should hit the showers too, Slayer.” Seeing the corner of his lips curl upward immediately as his cock begins to swell inside me a second time leads me to sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. “Together, of course…”

Chapter 12

Gillian

M dramatically cranes his face closer to the camera prior to playfully poking, “Are those really blonde tips in your hair?”