“Zane,” I say, leaning on my arms as he rubs the tip of his cock up and down my slit before sliding into me. He bends forward to kiss my shoulder before his hands move my hips away from him and then brings me back slowly. “Hmm,” I murmur as he bites my shoulder, this time slamming into me. His hands move from my hips to my tits as he pinches my nipples. “Yes,” I hiss as my ass pushes back into his cock.
“Take it, baby,” he grits out as I move forward and then push back.
“Stop fucking around, Zane, and fuck me the way you want to fuck me. The way I need you to fuck me,” I snap, frustrated I can’t go as fast as I want to. He chuckles and then stops when my pussy contracts on his cock. He grips my hips in his hands, and I barely have time to grasp the sheets in front of me as he pounds into me, my back arching to make him go deeper. One of my hands snakes in between my legs to play with my clit. “I’m so close,” I groan and he hisses as I feel his cock swell inside of me. You would think, after all this time, I would be used to his size, but I’m not. “I’m so close,” I repeat, feeling the buildup of the orgasm and trying to push it away, just a little more, so it can be even better, but I can’t hold it this morning. “I’m—” I don’t say anything else because Zane hisses, grunting out and thrusting, and I know right behind me.
His thrusts slow as he slips out of me and I collapse on the bed, turning to my side and seeing him fall on his back. “Well, good morning to you.” I put my hand on his stomach as he tries to catch his breath.
“Figured since you woke me up with your mouth on my cock yesterday, I owed you this.” He puts his hand on mine, bringing it to his mouth and kissing me.
“Well, I guess there are pros and cons to falling asleep naked.” I look down at our naked bodies.
“You didn’t fall asleep naked,” he counters, laughing. “I think you passed out.”
“It’s the same thing.” I chuckle as he moves out of the bed and looks down at me.
“That’s what you get when you answer the door naked.” He winks at me, and I look at his retreating ass as he goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
“I wasn’t naked!” I shout back at him. “I had a robe on!” I roll my lips when I look over at the see-through robe that he ripped off as soon as we got into the bedroom. His clothes are also scattered all over my room.
“Is that what you’re calling it?” he questions, walking out of the bathroom, his cock at half-mast as he searches through the clothes for his boxers. “You want me to make you coffee?” he asks me, coming to my side of the bed and kissing my neck.
“Yeah.” I stretch. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” I tell him, getting up and walking to the bathroom.
I walk out wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, my hair piled on my head. He takes one look at me and picks me up, placing my ass on my island. “You do that often,” I tell him, laughing as he hands me my coffee.
“That’s because I like to stand between your legs.” He kisses my neck. “I like doing a lot of things between your legs.” He turns his head to the side and starts to kiss me when we both hear a car door shut. He looks at me and he’s about to say something when the doorbell rings, and then the knocking starts.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Jaxon crows and my eyes go big as he moves away from me, gripping my hips and putting me on my feet.
“Go and hide in my room,” I hiss-whisper at him. “I’ll get rid of him.”
“You’re naked.” He points to me, looking at me and then the door.
“Wakey, wakey,” Jaxon calls out.
“I’m not naked,” I deny, pushing him out of the kitchen and toward my bedroom.
“Your nipples are on display.”
“They’re just nipples,” I hiss at him but grab my terry cloth robe. “There, now hide.” I urge him as I walk to the door. My heart is hammering as I look up and try to act calm when I open the door. “This is almost criminal,” I say, trying to pretend I’m rubbing sleep away from my eyes.
“It’s the ass crack of dawn,” I point out as he comes in holding a bag in his hand.
“It’s almost ten and I’ve actually been up since the ass crack of dawn.” He walks into the kitchen.
“And you’ve already been up since your coffee is made,” he remarks, pointing to the cup that Zane was handing to me before he knocked. I look over at the coffee maker seeing Zane’s cup there.
“What are you doing here?” I walk into the kitchen, picking up the cup of coffee before turning and giving him my back. I try to make a plan to move the cup without him knowing, but it will draw even more attention to it.
“I’m here because Ariella was craving those cinnamon buns, and I thought I would be a great brother and bring you one.” He holds up his hand. “But if you don’t change that attitude, you’ll get nothing.”
“Thank you.” I grab the bag from him. “That was very kind of you.”
“You okay?” he asks me. “You look flushed.” He tilts his head to the side. “You aren’t coming down with something, are you?” He puts his hand in front of his face. “I can’t get sick.”
“I think”—I fake cough—“I can’t come over.” I cough again, this time in his direction. “I’m sick.”
“Why are you so evil?” he asks, edging his way to the door.
