Page 55 of Run to Me
“You wanted it to be like old times.” I purse my lips and he elbows me in the chest.
“Yeah, except for the part where I had to wait hours for us to be alone so I could kiss you.”
“No one said anything about hours.” I trace the seam of his lips with my thumb, kissing his forehead. “I’ll put the order in this time.” I search around us, lifting my pants from the ground and swiping my phone from my pocket. There’s a missed call from an unknown number waiting for me.
“What is it?” Nate lifts himself halfway up on his elbows, looking between my questioning face and the screen.
“Some number I don’t know. Probably a scam call.” Twisting my body, I place my feet on the ground and throw on my pants.
“I like the throw blanket better,” he says, smiling up at me with a little bit of beard burn on his neck and other random places on his body. Will Glen see all the marks I’ve left behind? Why do I suddenly have the urge to make more?
Shaking off the thought, I lower my face to peck his sweet mouth. “And I’ll freeze my ass off less in these and get fewer weird looks from the delivery person.”
“Okay fine, but when it’s just us, I don’t want you wearing anything at all.”
“Does that mean you won’t either?”
He stretches his arms up above his head, giving me a cheeky grin. “Yes. We’ll put on clothes to have dinner and then we’ll immediately take them off once we walk back through that door.”
“Sounds like you got the rest of our day together all figured out.”
His lips turn downward and I hate myself for mentioning it too. This is our last day together, so we have to make it count.I fly out tomorrow afternoon and he’s going to want to kiss me at the gate, playing out a scene from one of those romantic comedies he’d ask me to watch after we’d seen a movie he found to be too scary.
After deleting the missed call, another one comes in from the same number and I hit ignore. If they call again, I’ll probably hit the block button. I don’t give my number to a lot of people. Swiping to the Uber Eats app, I place our food order, adding lots of extra rolls, and throw myself back on the couch. Nate and I roll around, kissing until we’re both out of breath and flushing.
His swelling cock digs into my clothed hip and I count the minutes until the food gets here. Quickly slamming the door shut as I send my tip, I set the donuts on the coffee table and take off my pants.
Loud giggling is forced out of him when I jump on him, rubbing my naked body against his. My leaking cock leaves a trail behind on his hip and I smear it into his skin. Head tilted back, his eyes flutter and he ruts against me, making addicting needy sounds.
His moans are muffled with my mouth as I dip my tongue between his lips. “We should eat something.”
“Yeah, we should.” He goes back to assaulting my mouth with his tongue and I circle my fingers around his nipples, teasing the area and never actually coming in contact with the darker skin.
“We really should,” I say, climbing off him and he sticks his arms out, puffing his bottom lip in a pout.
“We’ll eat, shower, and then you’ll give me that tour you promised me yesterday.” I hand him a donut and he downcasts his eyes.
“Fine. Or how about tour first and then shower?”
“Either order works for me. As long as they both come after much needed sustenance.”
He sinks his teeth into the powdered dough, moaning around it. I can’t believe I’m jealous of a donut. Glen’s one thing, but food? I want the pleasure of pulling those sounds from him to be mine alone.
White power dusts his lips, and I do what I’d wanted to at the ice-cream shop, sliding close enough to lick them clean.
He purposely covers his lips in jelly and sugar as he eats his last donut, tempting my mouth some more. I eat my kolache and grab us both water from the fridge to chase our food down with, and we share more kisses on the couch before he shows me the guest room where I was supposed to be sleeping. It’s filled with softs blues and greens. I laugh when we enter his room next—nothing about it is subtle.
Bright, colorful artwork lines the walls, and there are red curtains with matching bedding. Zebra-striped throw pillows are scattered on top, and don’t get me started on his polka-dotted chair.
“Why does it look like a circus threw up in here?”
We both burst out in laughter, tumbling together onto the bed. After wrinkling and dirtying his bedding, I sit on his obnoxious chair while he rides my cock, but I don’t drag either of our orgasms out this time, desperate to see more of my cum dripping from his hole. He comes before me, bouncing up and down while sounding exasperated.
I push my hips upward, arching up until I’m deeper and surrounded completely by his warmth. He cries out from being too sensitized, digging his nails into my shoulders as I finish using his tight channel to get off.
He slumps against me as I come, grinding slowly as I lose myself in each sensation racking through my body.
“Got any more rooms for me to see?”
