Page 21 of Deja Brew

Shuffling closer to him, until my knees press against his thigh, I spray cream on his lips. He jumps and darts his tongue out, but I’m too fast. I suck the cream off his skin, taking his top lip into my mouth and letting it out with a pop. He pants and hauls me onto his lap and ducks his head to capture my lips. I sigh and wrap an arm around his shoulders, the cream can pressing against his back.

Leo’s hands settle on my waist and he rubs back and forth. His fingers slowly nudge my shirt higher until his warm hands stroke my bare skin. They trace higher and higher, bumping into the wire of my bra and move down again. When he repeats the motion but doesn’t remove my shirt, I lose patience and break the kiss, sit back on his thighs, drop the cream, and cross my arms and rip my shirt off.

His eyes dart to my chest and I glance down to see what I’m wearing.

My hands fly to my breasts to cover the simple black bra and I pout. “I was supposed to wear the bra I bought.”

Gentle hands remove my own and caress the tops of my breasts and I shiver. “What’s wrong with this? I’m about to take it off anyway.” He grins at me and pecks my cheek.

I roll my eyes. “I know. I bought something new, that’s all.”

“You bought lingerie for me?” His eyes narrow. “You were at a lingerie shop when?—”

“I didn’t buy itforyou. I happened to be in a lingerie store and happened to buy something while thinking of you. Maybe.”

“And you bought it the day when?—”

“When I found out everything? Yes. I can’t believe I forgot.”

“Lily, I don’t care about lingerie. Show me another time.”

“But it’s so pretty. And see-through.”

He pauses, but his hands continue to drift up my back to find the clasp of my simple bra. “You know what else is pretty? You.”

And he unclasps my bra, and it drops between us. He flings the bra away and cups my breasts. Thumbs brush my nipples until they harden and then tug on them gently, causing me to gasp and rock forward.

Rocking forward again, I encounter hardness, something for me to grind against, and I do. I swivel my hips on him, grinning when he grunts and gets distracted from my nipples. While he’s distracted, I yank his shirt over his head and he reappears with dishevelled hair. He looks over my shoulder and glares.

“Cas, go away,” Leo growls. His voice is rough with arousal and I shiver.

I glance over my shoulder and see Cas watching us. “He’s fine.”

“I don’t want to scar him.” Leo sounds scandalised, and I giggle at his reaction.

“He’ll survive. He’ll get bored and go sleep in my room.”

“If you’re sure. I don’t need a cat judging my performance.”

“He won’t.” I lean close and nip his earlobe. He shudders when my nipples brush his chest. “But I will.”

“Better up my game,” he whispers. He guides me backwards but keeps our hips flush.

“And how will you do that?”

He reaches to the right and snags the cream, gives it a shake, and raises his brows at me. Without breaking eye contact, he squirts cream on my left nipple, then my right. I suck in a breath when the cream hits my skin; the cold heightens my senses. Not sure I like it. Would prefer the warm heat of his mouth.

“It’s colder than I thought it would be.”

“Not for long.”

Choosing to believe him, I wait for his next move. He bends his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, cream and all. I sigh and thread my fingers through his hair to hold him close. The contrast from cold to warm is wonderful, and with histongue swirling circles around me, hot. My hips make little circles on him involuntarily as he moves to my other nipple, pressing kisses across my chest to reach it. He licks the cream off before sucking it while his other hand tugs at my left nipple. Heat surrounds me. The warmth from his skin against mine and the heat from his mouth clouds my mind until all I can do is follow the sensations. I gasp when he bites gently and soothes the sting with his tongue. Watching his dark eyes glance up at me and smile around my nipple causes me to clench around nothing.

He’s so sexy. Analysing me and trying different techniques to see my reaction. It’s making me impatient. He’s too good at it. I take his other hand and guide it down my stomach to settle above my pelvis, hoping he takes the hint.

The widening of his eyes is the only warning I receive before he shuffles his back to the floor, leaving me raised above where his lap used to be. Now I’m hovering above his face.

I shuffle back, but his hands clasp my thighs and hold me there. “There a reason you don’t want me to get to the fun part?”

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