Page 92 of Tickled Pink

“Dominating you.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you like it.”

I take a quivering breath. “Do you like it?” I ask

He smirks. “What do you think?” he asks, his lips impossibly close to mine.

He kisses me and my body responds the way it always does. My cock surges to life, tenting my jeans and pushing hard against him. One shift of his hips, and I feel his, too. Thick and hard.

I try to move a hand, desperate to touch him, but Thad holds me down even harder, his smiling lips stills blending with mine.

“Don’t over-think it,” he whispers. “If it feels good, then it feels good.”

“Always been your motto,” I joke.

“It’s never let me down.” Finally, he releases my hands, letting me touch him. “Now, shut up and do what feels good.”

One hard kiss, and I melt even more. Clinging to his hard body, I shiver with greed while he cups my face, tilting it to the side so he can kiss my neck, his tongue sending wildfire across my skin.

He rubs us together, and we both shudder, our erections begging for contact. “Fuck,” he whispers. “I want to take you so badly.”

I hold him close, inching a hand beneath the bottom of his shirt, gliding my fingertips along his flexed abs. “Why don’t you?”

He chuckles playfully. “It’s so easy with women,” he muses. “Why don’t asses create their own lube, too?”

I laugh, biting his lip. “Mouths do.”

“That’s a dangerous tease, Maximillian.”

“Who’s teasing?”

He grips my hair, his fist closed tight. “Careful…” he warns again.

“Do it, Thaddeus.” I shudder all over. “I want you to.”

Thad chuckles, the sound deep in his chest. “Not now,” he says, rubbing our noses together.

I swallow hard, wanting it so badly, but he’s right. Phoebe will be home any minute now. Tonight is all for her.

“Thad,” I whisper, my hands descending his back. “Will you ever let me take you?”

He chuckles. “You’ve already had my mouth. Twice.”

My toes curl at the memory. The two of us, on the bed in my childhood bedroom, him going down…

I shake it off. If I keep thinking about it, I’ll ruin my underwear.

“Not here.” I graze our lips together before squeezing his rear softly with both hands. “Here.”

Thad doesn’t blink. “Someday,” he answers.

“Yeah?” I say, trying not to sound too hopeful, too eager.

“When I’m ready.”

I nod, accepting his response. I’ll never push him, never force him into something he doesn’t want. What we have now is perfect. And if we’re never anything more, then it’ll still be perfect.

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