Page 96 of Knockin' Boats
“So, what’s on the menu tonight?” I asked, breathless with anticipation.
Would we do more blow jobs? I hadn’t gotten my mouth on Ash’s dick yet. He probably wasn’t ready to let me make good on my threat to fuck his ass. But we could at least get naked and?—
My stomach growled loudly, and Ash laughed.
“Come on, I’ve got some leftovers inside.”
“I didn’t come over here to eat,” I grumbled.
He shot me a teasing look over his shoulder. “Didn’t you?”
My cock gave a kick at the thought of what else might be going into my mouth tonight.
“Well, not…” I paused to eye his balls. Well, nothisballs.The breaded kind he’d just pulled out of the refrigerator, which he must have made for the food boat. “Meatballs?”
“Crab Bites,” he corrected as he popped a dish of them into the microwave. “They may not be as crispy as fresh from the fryer, but they’re delicious. Especially with my spicy sauce.”
I smirked. “They look like balls.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t think Crab Balls sounded as appetizing.”
“I don’t know. Could be appetizing.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “I’m starting to find the appeal.”
He grabbed a handful of my T-shirt and tugged me closer. “You’re getting comfortable with all the gay sex fast.”
“It’s not gay sex.”
His face scrunched up. He probably thought I was in major denial.
“Bi sex,” I clarified. “And I don’t know about comfortable. That’s not how I’d describe what you make me feel.”
“Oh yeah? Tell me.”
Beep.The microwave went off.
Ash turned to retrieve the plate of food. “Hold that thought until after you eat, or I’m likely to pull outmyballs.”
I took a seat at the plastic booth-style table across from the kitchen. “Not your popsicle?”
Ash set the food in front of me and went to the fridge. “That too.”
“You made me hard while I was trying to do a boat tour, you asshole.”
He laughed. “Am I supposed to feel bad about that?”
Ash heated the sauce, which only took ten seconds, then grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and joined me.
I dipped a crab ball in the orange sauce he provided and popped it into my mouth.
Holy hell, it was good. The fresh flavor of crab came through, but with zesty spice. A sort of sweet heat.Yum.
“You’re not eating?” I mumbled, mouth still full.
“Eh, I ate on the boat with Charity before we wrapped up for the day.”
Right. I’d been replaced.
I swallowed, the crab bite getting lodged in my too-dry throat. I cracked the bottle of water and chugged.
