Page 32 of Boo-ty Calls
“This is a nice place. Have you lived here long?” Buddy asks, and I remember why I hate randoms, because small talk is the bane of my existence. This also explains why I can’t make friends.
“Yes.” I unlock and open the door, heading inside.
The horror mask is hanging on the banister going up the stairs, and I bite the inside of my lip to stop from laughing.
Ian closes the door behind me and jumps when he sees the mask, but holds it together.
He opens his mouth to talk, and I press against him, wrapping my hand around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
His big hands grip my sides, and he hardens against my leg. At least he’s more than a mini pickle. Ian pulls back and stares at me as I grind against his thigh. “So fucking hot. Where’s the bedroom?”
Taking his hand, I walk up the stairs, wondering if the horror figure will be in the centre of my bedroom again and exhaling when it’s not.
Turning on the side lamp, I strip out of my clothes, and Ian stares with wide eyes. I glance around to check what he’s looking for, because I’ve partially hidden Archer’s ashes with the googly eyes, not thinking it would go over well tonight.
“You’re gorgeous. Who let you go?”
I stalk toward him and undo his jeans before pulling off his shirt. He’s got a soft middle, but jacked arms.
“An idiot let me go. He wasn’t a good boy and left me.”
Fourteen
Archer
Her words hurt, but she knew they would.
I wanted to scare her when she came home, but now I get to have a show with it.
This guy is a bumbling meathead. His hands travel over her body, and she urges him to touch her where she wants, but he’s not getting it.
“I’m going to need to be wet to do this. You aren’t a virgin, are you?” Her tone is clipped, and her anger makes me have a semi.
“No, I don’t have a lot of experience. I’ve never met someone as forward as you,” he mumbles.
Sloane rolls her eyes hard and sighs. “Alright, puppy, listen to me, okay?”
He nods, and she grabs his head before bringing him to the edge of the bed. She lies on the comforter and arches her hips, shimmying out of her panties.
“You’re so pretty.” He shuffles in front of her before lowering his jeans.
“I’m not teaching another dude, I don’t have it in me. Listen carefully the first time, or I’ll send you on your way, okay? Kneel and lick my pussy, maybe you’ll get lucky and make me cum. After, I’ll suck your cock and you can fuck me.” She unhooks her bra before throwing it off the bed and opening her legs.
He runs a hand over his scalp, nodding at her words. “I got it.”
This guy is a clown. I should grab the mask for him because it would fit him so well.
I pace the room, glancing over every few minutes because of her frustrated cries.
I enjoyed the show with Mason, but he’s been in our lives for a long time. Not knowing if it will work. I walk behind this guy and embrace him.
I’m thrown back away from him, and the door rattles with the pressure I caused. I’m not going to let this chance get away from me and try again. This time, I stare at her in this fumbling body and know I’ve managed to possess this guy.
“If I have to give you lessons on how to lick pussy, you’ll have to leave. It’s not rocket science, and if my toys can satisfy me more than you, you don’t have a point.” She leans back on her elbows to stare into his—our—eyes.
Kneeling at the edge of the mattress, I slip my hands under her thighs and bring her closer.
Gripping her tightly, I inhale her perfect scent and use one hand to open her lips before licking her slit. Scrolling my tongue around her clit,
