Page 7 of Sticking Around

“I’m hungry, Brady.” I nod and I’m about to let her know that I came back with food like we discussed, but she crooks her finger. “But not for food.”

Sweet mother of God and all that is holy.

What the fuck is happening right now? I hesitate for the briefest of seconds and something moves over her face, something that looks a lot like worry—that I might not find her desirable. Christ, I always took her for a self-assured, confident woman, but hey, maybe that’s just what she puts out there. I, for one, personally know we’re not always who we appear to be.

She makes a move to get up, and I reach over my head, grip my T-shirt and tear it off. A little gasp catches in her throat, and while my cock is reacting, there’s a part of me that sort of hoped she might have seen me as something other than a boy toy, but that’s ridiculous. It’s all I ever put out there, all I ever allow people to see. Why should she be any different? And why did I think for one second anyone ever wanted anyone but the guy who could give them a bucking good time, a long running joke describing the men on the Bucks team.

“This what you want?” I ask, the air around us charging, growing hot and volatile, and as blood leaves my brain, I no longer wonder about her sudden change of heart. Hell, maybe she had a discussion with Brighton. I know my buddy Noah hasn’t been discouraging my attraction to his friend. In fact, he told me when I wasn’t looking, Melanie was.

“Get over here, Coddy.”

I grin and take a deliberate, measured step toward her. Working to forget my darker thoughts and give her the playful man she’s looking for, I jokingly say, “I’m coming, Lanie.”

She cocks her brows. “No one has ever shortened my name quite like that before.”

“Yeah, that’s a first?” I like having firsts with her.

She pushes the blankets down and my cock thickens even more when I see long silky legs that lead up to black lace panties that light a fire to my already wild imagination.

“Yes, and I have to say, I like it.” I pop the button on my jeans and close the distance between us. My dick jumps and pokes out of the top of my boxers.

“Something else you like, Lanie?” I tease.

“I’ll have to see more before I can decide, Coddy.”

I grin and tug my pants down, exposing myself to her. Her lips part, a pink flush flashing across her cheeks as I take my dick into my hand, rubbing it from base to crown as it thickens even more. “How about now?” I ask and her gaze lifts, locks with mine.

“Yes…”

“I already know I like what I see.” I let my gaze travel from the tips of her toes, up her silky legs, over her flat stomach to her gorgeous full breasts. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see more.”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and while it’s easy to tell she’s excited and wants this, I sense a bit of apprehension. What changed in her since I was gone? I’m not sure, but now is probably not the time to ask. Now is the time to give her what she wants. I press my knee into the bed and climb on, staying up on both knees as I slowly inch toward her, and position myself between her legs, after inching them open.

I want to ask if she’s okay, if it’s been a while, but she doesn’t want any kind of serious conversation from me right now, so instead I run my hands up her legs, and gauge her reaction as I come close to her barely covered pussy. “You need this?” I ask instead. She nods, and I slide a finger between her thighs. “Why don’t you open up these gorgeous legs and show me much how much you want my cock.”

Her eyes go wide, and I sense that no one has ever talked to her quite like that before. But I also sense that she likes it. She slowly inches her legs open and I wet my lips, dying for a taste of her as I turn all my focus to pleasing her.

I touch the lace material on her panties and slowly tug on the band, exposing only the top of her sex. I take in her pretty pink clit, swollen and needy, begging to be touched. I zero in on it, and bend forward, letting my warm breath fall over her beautiful nub when I say, “I really like what I see.”

“Brady…” I slide my tongue over her clit, and she moans as her hips lift. “God, Brady.”

I kiss her and tug her panties down a bit more, exposing more of her lush body. Her hands slide through my hair and she holds me to her, and I bite back a chuckle. Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s been a while for her.

I inch back, and she whimpers at the loss of my mouth as I slide her panties down and toss them away. But that whimper turns to a moan as I flatten myself on the bed, slide my hands under her backside, and lift her sex to my hungry mouth.

She gasps. “Oh yes. Just like that.”

I kiss her gorgeous pussy deeply, loving the flavor of her on my tongue. Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so sweet or addictive. Yeah, I’m going to want more of this. My cock thickens, and I need to get these fucking pants down before I rupture my throbbing cock. I just don’t want to take my mouth off of her to do it.

I slide my tongue over her, and her juices wet my mouth as I eat at her like a man starved. She moves her hips, and her sexy little moans of pleasure reverberate through my body. I lift my head to see her, taking in the heat in her eyes as she watches. I slide a thick finger inside her and her mouth opens. “I never knew how hungry I was until this moment.”

“No?” God, I love how breathless she sounds.

“No, and I’m going to eat and eat until I’ve had my fill.” She nods, clearly liking that idea. I bury my face between her legs again, a man on a mission to quench his thirst, and his appetite. I explore her with my finger, wanting to discover all her likes. I slide it in and out as I circle her clit with my tongue, and when her moans grow louder, I crook my finger to press the rough pad of my finger against the hot bundle of nerves inside. Her body tightens around me and I take a deep breath to center myself as my cock throbs, wanting in on the action.

I fuck her with my finger and slide another in for a snug fit, and she trembles around me as she quietly chants my name. I pull out and slide back in and glance up to see her rolling her head from side to side, her hair a tangled mess beneath her. I fucking love watching her come undone beneath my ministrations.

Lost in pleasure, she moans something incomprehensible, and with the soft blade of my tongue, I apply more pressure, taking her to the edge of ecstasy. She tugs at my hair, giving in to the pleasure pulling at her, and as she lets go, her hot cum spills from her body and coats my fingers and mouth. I lap at her, drinking in every last drop, but it’s going to take more than one night with her to quench my thirst, and that sort of frightens me.

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