Page 21 of Merry With A Milkman

“How long until we can leave?”

I turn to where my brother’s standing at the other side of the cart to find him watching us with a silly grin on his face. Before I ask, he says, “You know, Beryl and I can take care of the cart. Why don’t the two of you take off?”

“Thanks, man,” Rhone says as he takes my hand and pulls me after him. Noah’s laughter follows us through the crowd. On the way back to his car, Rhone ‘accidentally’ brushes against my breasts, or swipes his hand over my ass. His fingers slip under my jacket and past the waistband of my leggings to caress my skin, igniting me until I’m amazed I don’t burst into flame. Or jump his bones right then and there. It’s no better on the driveback to my apartment. Surrounded by the sensual haze he’s creating, I’m not sure how he can drive while stroking my clit.

He could easily finish me in the car. Instead he removes his hand and I whine my disappointment. He takes a moment to lick his fingers then is out of the vehicle and opening my door. Good thing he helps me stand because he’s made my knees weak. With my back pressed against the car, he teases my firm nipple and spreads my legs with his knee.

Our kiss is barely controlled and my need for him is frantic. Seeking pleasure, relief, I rub against his thigh. With one hand on my ass, he encourages my desperate movements.

“Let’s go upstairs, sweetness. Before we become a public spectacle.”

Finding a surge of energy, I rush toward the door. “Race ya.”

He pounds up the stairs after me and grabs my arm before we make it to the bedroom. “Remember our first night?”

Remember? It’s forever imprinted in my brain. “Yes, of course I do.”

“What I said… about it might be fun to spread you out on the kitchen counter?”

I’m confused until he lifts me onto the island and slips my jacket from my arms. “Oh.”

My shirt and bra are next then he steps back and stares at me. “Hold on.” He flips on the recessed lights above the island then turns off the rest of the lights, leaving me bathed in spots of a soft warm glow. “That’s it.”

My pants and his shirt disappear while we kiss. When we’re breathless he gives me a wicked smile. “Ready for that fun?”

Not waiting for my ‘yes’, he shifts me forward until I’m perched on the very edge of the counter and I recline back on my elbows. Holding my gaze, he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. Then the other. Parting my folds with his fingers, hestares for an uncomfortably long time. “You are so beautiful, Tegan. And you gave this, gave yourself to me. So beautiful.”

Then his mouth is on me. “So sweet,” he mumbles. “So… mine.”

My thought processes disappear. All there is in my world is him. His mouth on me. His hands stroking my skin. The sounds of his enjoyment. All combine to wind me tighter. Tighter. I need just a little more, so I roll and tug on my nipples.

“That’s it, honey,” he encourages. “Show me what you like.”

I’m riding the edge, ready to fall, my body tight and…

“I want to be inside you when you come.”

“No,” I cry. “I’m there. Almost there.”

“Yes, inside.” He eases back, drawing his fingers slowly down my legs then back up to my waist and he lifts me to the floor.

Tears fill my eyes. I need to come so bad, I can’t think. Can’t function. Only need. “Rhone, please.”

“One second, honey.”

I sense his struggle to shove off his jeans. My sensitized hearing tracks how he rips open a condom and covers himself.

“Turn around, sweetness.” His voice is as tight and barely controlled as my desire for him. “Reach for the other side of the counter.”

We haven’t tried this position yet and eager anticipation heightens the already out of bounds need vibrating through me. I spread my legs and wiggle my ass.

“Dear god, Tegan.”

“Just fuck me, Rhone.” I lay my cheek against the cool stone, gasping when his hands clutch my hips.

“You just said that word, honey. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

“Long as… makes you hard… wanting me… then fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

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