“You’ll never have to worry about that with me. I love food. Could never live without it. I’m not a fighter, but I would definitely wrestle over that.”
“Good to know,” I chuckle, sitting next to him. His eyes are closed, a blissful look on his face. “Are you in a food coma? Do I need to carry you to the bedroom so you can pass out?”
Lennox smiles, turning his head to meet my gaze. “No. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be good as new. Besides, I still have to show you what I packed in my backpack.”
“Trust me, I have not forgotten that little tease from earlier. But it doesn’t have to be tonight. We have plenty of nights.”
“Why are you always so sweet?” he asks, looking up at me with his gorgeous brown irises. I’ve looked into his eyes so many times, but have never seen them the way I do now.
“I’m not trying to be sweet,” I admit, grabbing his ankle and rubbing his feet. “It’s just how I am, I guess. You deserve to be treated with respect, Lennox. It’s that simple. I told you, this isn’t all about sex. Yes, kissing and making out is a bonus. But you’re worth so much more than that.”
I hate how much he always tries to bring himself down. As though he’s not worthy of having someone be sweet to him. He attempts to laugh it off and joke, but I can see beneath the surface. The façade he tries to put on. He makes the jokes first so that way when he gets hurt, he can smile it off and say he knew it would happen.
“Wow.”
I push back the lock of hair from his face and smile. “You’re pretty wow yourself.”
“Oh my god. You are cheesy as hell. Who would have thought big, tattooed biker Jensen was a cheeseball?”
Rolling my eyes, I lean down and kiss his forehead. “I’m not that big. At least not where someone can easily see.”
Lennox laughs loudly and sits up to face me. “All right, that’s it. You say I’m a tease, but you’re one too. All the sexual innuendos you like to toss my way, getting me all riled up.”
“Are you? Riled Up?” I stammer, locking eyes on him.
I would never force him to do anything he isn’t willing to do. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not curious about doing other sexual things with him. After our make-out session the other night, I craved having him in my arms again. To feel him come apart for me. The more time I spend with him, the more enamored I become. He’s feisty and sassy, but has the biggest heart. He keeps me on my toes, and we’ve only been hanging out for a couple weeks.
I watch with bated breath as Lennox slowly gets off the couch and gets onto his knees.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“I want to see how big you are,” he purrs, finding his way in between my legs.
“Lennox. We don’t have to do this.”
“I want to. I told you, I’m an anal virgin, but I’ve done other things.”
Growling, I lean forward, grabbing hold of his chin. “No sweetheart. I never want to hear about you being with another person. I don’t care who you were with in the past. You’re mine now. And I’m very territorial over what’s mine.”
“Oh, god.” Lennox jumps up off the floor and into my lap. My arms circle around his waist at the same time his lips come down on mine. “Damn, I love you being all possessive. Makes me want to suck your cock, Jensen.”
“Yeah? You want to feel my thick dick stretching your lips wide? Want the tip of my cock to touch the back of your throat?”
“I knew you would be dirty, but damn.”
“Take off my pants, baby. Give me your mouth.”
I give Lennox one final kiss before pushing at his waist, hoping he’ll take the hint and go to the floor. He follows my wordless command easily, scrambling down to the ground. His soft hands unbutton my jeans, and I lift my ass, helping him pull the pants and briefs down my legs.
“Wow,” he whispers, his eyes fixated on my dick. “Damn, that’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful. God, I love your face. Especially seeing it in between my legs.” I caress his cheek, wanting to keep my hands on him even in such a small way.
“Wait till you see your cock on my face. I bet you’ll love it even more then.”
“How is it you always make me laugh so easily?” I admit.
“I’m just that amazing.”