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Fucking Nicci knew exactly how to goad me into this. It’s not like he’ll know I saw Casey, but I’ll know. Nothing’s going to come from me telling Casey anything. Nothing good anyway.
“I’m not supposed to see you. Boston’s team manager was pissed about the fight you started that I had to finish. She thinks you make me crazy.”
“That I started? Nuh-uh. That was your fault. Totally your fault. If you hadn’t shown up in the first place, I wouldn’t have consumed nearly as much alcohol.”
I continue stroking him and use my other hand to squeeze his ass, toying with his hole a bit. His hands grip my neck.
“It’s just like you to shelve all responsibility.”
“Do I, though? Do I make you crazy?” His smugness bleeds through the air, already congratulating himself before I answer his question.
“If you don’t know that by now, you haven’t been paying attention.” I shove my fingers deeper.
“Mhmm, there. Like that. F-Feels good.” His breath hitches. I love reducing him to this, just a live wire of need. “I’m not supposed to be here either. I was threatened life and limb by Daddy Milton.”
I stop and raise a brow. “Daddy Milton?”
“Our nickname for our team manager, but he doesn’t know we call him that. Total strict Daddy vibes from that guy, which is hot, but not so hot is him telling me to stay far away from you.”
I smile and resume my stroking. “I see you’re as obedient as ever.”
“Fuck him. I mean, I’d prefer if we kept to the shadows like this until … well until we get this out of our system, but he can go fuck himself.”
My hand cracks against his ass. “Up.”
“Bossy bastard,” he complains, sliding off my lap.
I stand and shrug my jacket off. “You like me bossy, kitten. Take off my belt.”
He flushes, staring at my face, reaching for the wide buckle. His fingers move deftly, there’s a clang and a jangle before he slides it from the loops.
“You know, I’d uh … I’m okay if you want to use this on me some time,” he says.
Fucking Christ.My dick strains against the zipper. “Noted,” I say, trying to keep my composure after a revelation like that. I knew he was into spanking, but we haven’t talked about more than that.
I need to taste him, though, so I suck down his neck, pushing his hair away so it falls down his back. “You’re a damn watermelon Jolly Rancher, Alderchuck.”
“You tryna say I’m sweet?”
“Mhm.” I continue feasting, sucking purple bruises into the crook of his neck, marking the hell out of him. He knows what I’m up to.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a fucking caveman?”
I grip his thigh, pulling it around me until he clings, and I can spin us.I’ll show him caveman.Once I spin, I lift, usingthe motion to take all his weight and toss him on the bed. Fuck talking. I need him now.
I multitask, pushing him so he stays put on his back, tearing off my shirt, ripping off my jeans and boxers. I take his heel, cupping it in my hand, and kiss the sole. I lick and suck my way down his thigh, enjoying the ticklish sounds he makes. My tongue shoves its way inside him, and he bites off a moan that would have broken through the walls.
“Fuck. I should probably be quiet, but damn. Mhm. F-Feels so good, Sutter.Please.”
I suck and tease his hole with my wet tongue, delving into his sensitive pucker, alternating with my fingers. All the while, I keep his right knee pressed into his chest, so he’s nice and open for me.
“Enough. I’m good. Please gimme your dick. It’s been way too fucking long.”
Normally, I’d make him wait longer just for that, but I’m impatient tonight, too.
“Lube. Condom,” I say, out of breath. Shit, since when does doing that make me out of breath? He tosses them without warning and thank fuck for my quick reflexes. Damn brat. He’s testing me tonight. I hear him loud and clear. Brats need tamers for their chaos. I bet he feels pretty damn chaotic with all the changes happening around him. I can be the something solid he needs tonight.
Dousing him in lube is quick, frantic. The need to be inside him has all my nerves on fire and my dick misses on the first try.
