Page 109 of Between Us

Moving one hand down to cup his sac, I lightly suck at the base of his hardness and lick up, reveling in the salty taste of his pre-cum.

“We’re running out of time, baby.” Gripping onto the back of my hair, he pulls my head back, so I’m looking up in his direction again. “You wanted to suck my cock? Fucking do it then.”

Releasing me enough to position myself a little more comfortably on my knees, I smile at his demand. He’s not exactly bossy in bed and is willing to let me have control like right now, though he can be impatient as hell.

Knowing he’s right about time, I open wide and slide him to the back of my throat. His hips push forward until I gag, and the murmured ‘fuck’ he lets out is so hot.

Encouraged, I start bobbing my head faster and use both of my hands to pleasure him alongside my mouth. I close my lips around his thickness and suck harder, loving the flavor of him on my tongue. And when he leans off the shelves a little to better thrust into me, I can’t hold back the desperate moan and I grab onto the back of his thighs, holding him closer and deeper.

“Ten… nine… eight…”

The countdown from the living room starts.

“Oh.Fuck! Fuck, Blake,” he quietly starts to chant and moves faster. At this point, my mouth is open, and my hands are assisting in the pump of his hips, as he takes back control of the situation.

When the muffled cheers start, he’s closer but not quite there.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he tells me and takes a small step forward. The movement pushes me onto my heels and Adrian is almost right above me. I imagine him with one hand on the wall behind me, while he holds my head in place, as he pushes deeper. “You suck my cock like you were made for me, pretty girl.”

Moaning, I open wider and silently curse myself for turning down the idea of him fucking me in here instead.

The new position seems to be what Adrian needed. His frantic, unorganized thrusts slow into deep, shaky pumps as he releases on my tongue.

Not stopping until he’s still, and gently pulling my hair back, I’m already thinking about everything else that will follow when we get back to his apartment later.

As soon as I stand, I hear the sound of his belt buckle closing before his hands are on my waist. He pulls me into his chest and kisses me deep, moaning at the taste of him mixed on my tongue.

Leaning back, the reality of what we just did starts to weigh on me. There’s a good chance that someone will be in the kitchen when we walk out of here, and I hope to God it’s neither of our parents.

“We should go,” I tell him.

He steps around me and says, “I’ll peek my head out and chec—” but his voice cuts off as soon as he gets a view of the room. Quietly, he tries to close the door and step back into the pantry.

A small, surprised squeal pops out of my mouth and Adrian turns around, shaking his head.

“I might not have birthed you, Adrian Ray, but don’t think God didn’t bless me with eyes on the back of my head too. He knew your mother was going to need help when he gave you a face too pretty for your own good.”

Adrian cringes, turning toward his godmother and opens the door more. Only enough for him to lean halfway out of it so she can’t see me. But I’m positive she knows.

“Funny seeing you here.” I can picture the easy grin on his face, and I truly don’t know how he does it.

To my horror, the next person to speak is a familiar voice. One that belongs to the woman who is the equivalent to my godmother, without the title. “Blake, honey, we know you’re in there. Just come out.”

Reluctantly, I push the door open further and give Bonnie a small wave. She has a mischievous smirk I’ve seen a million times in my life.

“We’re all in agreement about you two,” Bonnie looks at Maria for confirmation and she nods. “But I think even Tim might have some hesitations about what you do to his daughter in their pantry.”

Her eyes move from Adrian to me. Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “Excuse me, Bonnie, I pulled him in there. There was no being defiled on my end.”

My face is burning up, but I couldn’t stop myself from digging that hole.

Bonnie snickers, a devilish contradiction to her smooth lilt and angelic face. “Atta girl. It won’t give your father any more peace of mind though.”

Crossing my arms, I double down on my stubbornness despite my embarrassment. “It’s a good thing he isn’t going to find out, right?”

Bonnie shakes her head, neither in confirmation nor denial, but I know she’ll be cool about it unless she was truly worried for me.

Maria watches the scene quietly, not looking disappointed or put off either. Interlocking her arm with Bonnie’s, she tilts her head and takes in her strawberry blonde hair, and heart-shaped face for a second. “Let’s leave these two alone. I’d love to see the small garden you mentioned earlier.”

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