Page 106 of Clean Slade
It was like withdrawal symptoms, or what I imagined they must feel like.
Sitting down after a long day should have a calming effect. It usually did. My muscles would relax, my mind would drift, and my eyes would shut.
But it didn’t happen this time.
I remained on high alert. My heart raced, and I was pretty sure he could hear it. And it was all because I needed him and couldn’t get enough of him.
It didn’t matter that we’d spent all night on that boat and in bed two days ago sucking each other dry.
Or yesterday, for that matter.
We’d opened the floodgates of our desire. There was no taming it now.
“Poor girlie. She’s had a long week, and it’s not even Friday yet,” Slade replied with an equally stilted voice.
“Uh-huh.” I nodded, staring at his plump lips and needing them on me, on my lips, my neck, my nipples, my cock.
I swallowed so loud at the images flashing through my head that I almost slapped my forehead.
“So…” I started.
“So…” he mimicked me.
Was it overly thirsty of me to drop down and strip him right here, right now?
He raised an eyebrow and held the remote in the air.
Yes. Yes, it was.
“Movie! Erm…I mean, are we watching it?” I asked.
Years of abstinence must have done a number on me because even the strong hand holding the remote control turned me on, and my fantasies went wild with Slade shoving it inside me.
Jesus. There’s something seriously wrong with me.
“Yes, of course. It’s all lined up for us, and as you can see, I’ve got the popcorn. I didn’t know if you liked M&Ms with them, but I’ve got a pack right here.” He retrieved a pack from behind him as if it was a little surprise, and I licked my lips.
He must have thought I did it for the candy because he offered me the bag, but nope, that wasn’t what my mind was focusing on right now.
“OneIndiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skullcoming right up,” he said and pressed play.
I took the bag from his hand and kept my hands busy by stuffing my mouth with popcorn and candy.
I tried to focus on Harrison Ford’s shenanigans on the screen, but every time my hand came down on the popcorn, my mind kept telling me I’d find his cock there instead of the salty treat.
I threw glances at him as if tempting him to do it, to make this a scene out of porn or something, but other than the sneaky glances he cast back my way, he didn’t whip his dick out.
For fuck’s sake, King. You’re acting like you haven’t been sucking this man dry for the last two days.
Focus. Focus on the movie.
It’s what I kept telling myself, but by the second time those terrible CGI’d prairie dogs appeared on the screen, I lost any interest in faking this anymore.
I turned around, grabbed Slade’s face, and pulled his mouth to mine.
He didn’t hold back. His tongue joined lustfully with mine, and the effect coursed through my body, making every inch of me hard and pulsing.
An explosion from the TV made Slade jump, and he pulled away from our kiss long enough for me to catch my breath.
