Page 80 of Can't Kiss the Chef

“We don’t have to do anything. I’m just happy to be here with you.” Lola gently wraps her hands around the hand that is holding her chin and intertwines her fingers with mine. She guides me back until my knees hit the bed.

“Sit,” she whispers in a sultry tone.

I guess we will be doing something.

I lean back hoping I’m close enough to the bed because the view in front of me deserves all of my attention.

Her lips tilt into a smirk as she slowly shimmies the strap of her lacy camisole down her shoulder.

“Are you sure you still just want to hang out?” She teases.

I shake my head.

“Good.”

She slips her phone out of her back pocket and plays an old school sexy 90’s R&B song. She drops her phone on the chair next to the bed and starts to play with the hem of her shirt. Her hips move to the beat of the music.

She moves closer. Dragging her finger over the hem of shirt. Her nipples poking through.

Fuck she’s not wearing a bra.

She pulls her shirt off and drops it to the ground. My restraint snaps. I reach for her hand and pull her into me.

“These are new,” I place a finger on each end of the bar before I play with her pierced nipples.

“Oh these things?” She places her hands on top of mine applying more pressure to the sensitive buds.

“I got them done before I came back to school, thought it would be something to play with when I found my perfect rebound.”

Some animalistic instinct takes over and I flip us over. Her breathing becomes uneven when I pin her hands above her head.

“No talk of the past when you’re with me,” I growl.

“This is it for both of us and I’m going to show you just how inadequate those other assholes were,”

She whimpers.

My free hand traces over her lips before moving down her chin and over her neck. I stop at the crevice between her breasts. I swipe my finger through it a few times.

“Please stop teasing me,” her desire is evident in how she punches out each word.

I run my tongue up the valley of her chest before I nip at her chin.

“I’m making up for lost time and I’m not sure how long that’s going to take.”

I wrap my teeth around one of her nipple piercings, giving the metal bar a tug.

“Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

And I plan on giving her the ride of her life.

I snake my hand between us and deftly make work of the button of her jeans. I work the zipper down slowly, prolonging her satisfaction in any way I can. I tap her pussy over jeans.

“Lift.”

The simple command comes out in a husky, I’m not playing around, tone.

She lifts and I make quick work of the loose fitting jeans. I rise on my knees, getting an aerial view of my girl in just her red thong.

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