Page 68 of Peep

Jahmar

“What the hell happened in here?” I ask, staring at my apartment in horror.

“I’ll clean it up, sorry. When you did a runner, I may have searched your place for clues about where you went,” Anders rambles, looking sheepish.

“And how did that work out for you?” Bending down, I pick up a box of Cheerios. Half are spilt over the kitchen floor.

Such a little psycho, though I find it slightly endearing that he was so eager to find me.

“Well, I found you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, after harassing my mum.”

“I did not. She was glad we came over, actually. You were dodging her calls, too.” His brows form a harsh line.

I grin at him so he knows I’m joking, and he gives me a light shove.

“You’re such an arse.”

Wrapping my arms around his waist, he pretends to squirm—like there’s anywhere else he’d rather be.

“It was pretty romantic; well, apart from when you punched me in the face and bent me over a pool table.”

He chuckles against my shoulder and then bites down harder than what would be considered cute.

“Ow, so feisty.”

“Personally, I think it was a pretty appropriate love declaration considering how this thing between us started,” Anders says with a smug look.

I make a ‘hmm’ sound.

“What’s that sound for?” He leans back to take me in properly.

“You haven’t actually told me you love me yet,” I complain.

Anders’ face falls, and I almost feel bad for putting him on the spot.

Eventually, he speaks up. “Sometimes actions speak louder than words.”

I have no doubt he loves me, but maybe he needs a little time to muster up the courage to say it out loud. We’ve been on one hell of a ride, after all.

“Right, come on, let’s clean this up; then I’m ordering Chinese and after, I’m shagging that dimple.

Anders rolls his eyes, but that dimple sure does pop as he slyly smiles.

“So, how do you want to do this?” Anders asks as I straddle his lean chest while pinning his arms above his head. It’s fun to be on top for once.

“I don’t know. I’ve never fucked a dimple before.”

He chuckles, and it vibrates through his chest, flowing through my thighs. Such a glorious sound; every time I hear it, I fall deeper and deeper for him.

His dimple comes out, and I can already imagine my cum swimming in the little crater.

“Maybe I could suck you off like this, and when you get close, make me smile, and then you can prod it until you come.” Anders puffs a laugh.

“This sounded a lot sexier in my head,” I joke, poking his dimple with my forefinger until he’s literally giggling. For a grumpy arsehole, he’s fucking adorable when he wants to be.

He eventually stops laughing when I climb up on my knees and start stroking myself over his head. Pre-cum forms at the tip, threatening to dribble on his forehead.

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