“For some reason, I’m wide awake,” Sloan announced when they were alone, making their way down the stairs. Her tone was as subtle as a dump truck speeding over a huge pothole.
“I hate it when I’m wide awake. Wink, wink,” he teased.
“Well, I was going to watch a movie or something, but you don’t have to join me.”
“I’d considered retiring to my room and mulling over the life choices Piglet made on his big adventure, but I could go for another episode of Horny Millennials by a Pool.”
“Match Made In Paradise? You liked it, didn’t you?”
“After you left the other night, I watched two more episodes.”
“Well, now I need to catch up! Let’s watchJohn Wick 2. I haven’t seen it yet.”
“I thought you couldn’t do violence.”
“I can do, like, stunt martial arts and car explosions. Not tortured, shot in the head at point blank range violence.”
“I’m gonna go plug in my phone. You pick a movie with just the right type violence.”
“’Kay.” Sloan waited a moment until she was alone in the kitchen before letting out the breath she’d been holding. She grabbed some water, then went over to the couch and found the second installment ofJohn Wickon her streaming service. Rafe came back a few minutes later. They’d literally been together for the last four hours, but she was still caught off guard by how sexy he was. The beard and tattoos were enough, but there was also a certain swagger in the way he walked. For some silly reason, she saw there was a chance he might not try to sit near her on the mile-wide sectional that took up most of the living room. She was relieved when he made himself comfortable right beside her.
It was time to make her move. “You wanna cuddle?” she asked.
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
Sloan moved closer and just being near Rafe again made her feel warm all over. A certain tingling sensation spread all over her body when his arm came around her waist, pulling her right up against him. This is what she’d been wanting all night.
She started the movie and for a while—like forty-five seconds—Sloan was completely enthralled with Keanu and his sweet baby pit bull, until Rafe started slowly moving his fingers up and down, just under her breast. She almost laughed thinking of how right Xeni was. The pussy juice had definitely hit her system, triggering the physiological response that came with pure arousal. Goosebumps, an unmistakable tightness in her throat and the fresh sense of determination followed it. She was getting that dick tonight.
She settled deeper into the couch, resting her head on Rafe’s shoulder. Sloan was terrible at dirty talk and definitely not the best at seduction. She decided to let her fingers do the work. Her hand ghosted up his thigh, closer to the crotch of his jeans.
“Is this okay?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah, it’s more than okay,” he replied. Sloan finally heard what raw arousal did to his already sexy voice. “Here.” He shuffled a little, spreading his thighs and pressing further into the couch. Sloan had better access then and she took full advantage, palming him with her whole hand. She’d forgotten how much she liked feeling a man’s dick swelling against her fingers. She stroked him over his jeans for a while, listening to the way he was breathing, trying to ignore to how badly her pussy was aching.
When it was clear his cock was straining against the soft denim, she carefully started working on his belt buckle. Inside she felt like she was shaking with need, but her hand was steady as she reached inside the slit in his boxers and took his girth in her hand. He spread his thighs a bit more to make it easier for her to pull his cock out.
She looked up at him as she started stroking his thick erection. His eyes were closed, his red lashes barely touching his skin. When his tongue eased out and wet his bottom lip, Sloan leaned up and kissed him. It must have caught him off guard because he jumped a little, his eyes snapping open.
“Sorry.” Sloan sheepishly pulled away, though her hand kept moving up and down.
“Don’t apologize. Come here.” He pulled her closer and then kissed her properly. Sloan melted against him, pressing her thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing ache in her clit. Unfortunately, it just spurred her own frustrating arousal. She broke their kiss and slid down on the couch. She couldn’t take every inch of him, but Sloan gave it her best try, swirling her tongue over the tip before taking the swollen crown between her lips. She’d always loved sucking dick and it been so long since she’d had the pleasure.
She drooled down his shaft, using her hand to spread her saliva down the inches she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her reward was the guttural moan that vibrated rough Rafe’s chest. A whimper of her own got stuck in her throat when his strong fingers flipped up her skirt and spread her legs apart. He just barely grazed her clit when she couldn’t take it anymore. Climbing over his lap, she straddled him, pressing her lips to his again. His firm grip went to her ass, pressing her against his heavy erection. She humped him shamelessly, reveling in the feeling of his dick rubbing against her cunt through the fabric of her underwear.
A small orgasm ran through her and she had to break the kiss to catch her breath. With the tenderest touch, Rafe reached up and ran his thumb over her lips.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” Sloan breathed. “I, uh—I have condoms upstairs.” Sloan had an IUD. Still, she couldn’t guarantee that Rafe carried around protection. She’d figured it wouldn’t hurt to grab some on her way home from work.
“Yeah, why don’t you go grab those.” Sloan hopped off the couch, straightened her dress as she casually took the stairs to her bedroom two at a time, slowing down only to tiptoe by her daughters’ door. She pulled the box out of the corner of the top of her bathroom linen closet. Her body trembled at the thought of just how good it would feel to climb back across his lap and take him inside her, but just as she ripped two new condoms off the roll, her mom sense activated. She shoved the box back its hiding spot after she heard the sound of tiny feet shuffling across her bedroom carpet.
“Mommy?” Avery called out.
“Yeah, baby—” Avery was standing in the doorway with tears streaming down her face. The condoms were instantly forgotten. “Oh honey, what’s wrong?”
“I had a bad dream.”
