Page 264 of As The Shifter World Turns

“You okay, Neil?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology had me glancing up. “For what?”

“Duh. The whole punching episode in front of the kids and getting arrested. That.”

“Oh, right. It slipped my mind.” Our eyes locked on one another and we burst out laughing. It was good to laugh. I hadn’t done enough of it.

“Mmmm. You seem kinda preoccupied.”

The initial thought that popped into my head was to deflect and say I was tired, it’d been a long day. But this was my mate I was talking to. While it may be awkward telling him I was aching for him when we’d been separated a while, I didn’t want to lie.

So I spit it out. “You’re turning me on.”

He smirked. I’d missed that along with waking up beside him and having him bring Charlie into our bed in the morning. Martin stuck out his foot and nudged my knees apart. I opened my mouth to say no, but my body had other ideas. Spreading my legs, I closed my eyes and whimpered as my mate’s foot came in contact with my arousal. He pressed gently and I moaned and then he pressed a little harder.

I gripped the edge of the table as goosebumps sprinkled themselves over my skin. His voice, when he spoke, was husky and the rugged tone made me harder and slick spilled from my hole. “Take off your jeans.”

“Not here. The boys might wake up.” Charlie couldn’t get out of his crib but Toby might stumble out.

“We’ll hear Toby.” That was true. He always made heaps of noise when he got out of bed.

Having sex in the kitchen created a frisson of excitement as if we were doing it in public.

My jeans were on the floor along with my briefs and Martin crawled under the table. The second his mouth made contact with the soft skin on my thigh, I yelped.

“Shush,” he urged as his tongue made its way over my leg and toward my stiff cock. I grabbed a dishcloth from the table and shoved it in my mouth as he made his way up my leg. The cloth muffled my moans and I leaned back, spreading my legs even more.

Fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft as my mate’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock. Waves of pleasure were rolling over me, battering me, leaving me limp but wanting more.

Martin pulled me forward and then he kissed my thigh and nibbled the sensitive skin while his hand pumped my dick.

“Baby, that’s so good,” I mumbled into the dishcloth. With my butt on the edge of the seat and slick coating my thigh, his finger prodded my hole. “Gods, yes. Like that. Fuck me with your finger.”

While my mate’s finger went in and out, his mouth sucked my cock. I wanted his length buried in my hole but the sensations flooding my body were too good to put on pause while we raced to the bedroom. Later. His cock in my channel would come later.

Martin lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders and I wished I could see his mouth on me, his tongue lapping the tip and his finger plunging in and out of my hole.

He mumbled while sucking me and that had my body tingling. A tight knot in my belly that had been there since I asked him to move out evaporated and tension that had gripped my shoulders was released.

I removed the cloth from my mouth and whispered, “Martin, I love you.”

He pulled away, though his finger remained in my hole, and bumped his head on the table. “Love you too.”

“Now get back to what you were doing.”

“Yes, sir.”

He swallowed me again, and he was right where I wanted him to be. With the dishcloth wedged between my teeth, I mewed and grunted as his mouth and hand tugged my cock. My head fell back and I concentrated on the overwhelming sensations flooding my body. Letting myself go so I emptied my mind of everything except the pleasure I was experiencing, I allowed myself to relish the orgasm that was hurtling toward me.

Bucking my hips increased the pleasurable sensations. Adding to my euphoria was the slick slippery sound as his mouth sucked on my very hard cock. Much as I wanted to continue having my mate’s lips on me, I couldn’t stop the orgasm. Biting hard on the cloth, as my body trembled, I spurted cum into my mate’s mouth and thedishcloth fell to the floor.

When I stopped shuddering, Martin slid out from under the table and carried me into the bedroom. And then he stuck his dick in me.

Next morning, I mumbled, “This is nice,” as a warm body snuggled around me. My mate's scent tickled my nostrils and without checking the time, I guessed Charlie was due to wake up any minute.

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