Page 44 of Looks Real Good Now
“There didn’t need to be a dressing room situation at all. You are the master of your own torture.”
“Sorry for being unsatisfied with a kiss on the cheek and not wanting to wait until we got home to rectify the situation.”
“I wasn’t complaining about it. I personally am very satisfied right now.” She licked the corner of her mouth once more just to ramp up the torture.
“We’ll be home in like twenty minutes. Could you try to be unappealing and unsexy for that long?”
“Not possible, but I will stop messing with you,” she said, taking another sip of her hot chocolate. I groaned because apparently, even that was sexy to me now. Lenny laughed.
“How was the city?” Mom asked before we had even taken off our coats. I almost thought we had walked into the wrong house before I remembered the Fitzpatricks were hosting dinner again. They were always the ones to host.
“It was busy. You know how it is, Mel,” Lenny answered, hanging her coat up and picking up both our bags.
“Did you get what you needed?” Mom asked. A sheepish look fell over Lenny’s face. I pressed my lips together to stop the smile from breaking out on my face.
“Yeah, I did. Just going to drop my bags off upstairs then I’ll come down and help with dinner,” Lenny answered.
I watched her walk up the stairs, not taking my eyes off her until she disappeared at the top. I was only half checking her out.
“You were always gone over that girl,” Mom said quietly, drawing my attention back to her.
“She was always the best part of my day,” I replied.
“Well, don’t stand here talking to me,” she said as she nudged my shoulder, and with that, I followed Lenny upstairs.
As I closed the bedroom door, something hit me in the face. I managed to catch whatever it was in the crook of my elbow and realised that it was a condom.
“I thought you had to help with dinner?”
“I do but…” she trailed off and I walked closer to her. She took a step back and ended up flush against her bookshelf.
“But you just couldn’t wait to feel me inside you?” I growled into her ear and felt her shudder against me.
“No, I can wait. As I said in the car, I am perfectly satisfied.” She tried to slip away, but I bracketed her against theshelves and her arms automatically draped over my shoulders. I looked down the long line of her body and realised that she had changed out of her leggings into a pair of shorts. I moved one of my hands and ran it up her thigh, raising goose bumps as my fingers trailed along before I reached the apex of her thighs and slid my fingers under the fabric of her shorts and underwear.
“Always so wet,” I whispered against her neck, my teeth teasing the sensitive skin in a way that made her clutch harder at my shoulders.
“Only for you,” her words caught on a gasp as I slipped a finger into her.
“You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
I felt her hands undo the button of my jeans and pull the zip down before she pressed her palm against the hard line of my cock over my boxers. My hips stuttered against her, and I grunted into her skin.
“Of course this is what you’re packing. You know, I used to get asked a lot if you had a monster penis because everyone just assumed I must be an oracle on your junk. I never said anything because obviously, I didn’t know. All the girls assumed you must be skating with a ten incher because, well, you’re a big guy and I just tried not to think about it too much. I’ll be honest, I couldn’t say that I thought they would be wrong. But it’s so much worse than that. Not only does Liam Mulligan get to be an NHL superstar, 6’4”, with muscles carved by the gods themselves—by way of a personal trainer and the best nutritionist going—and a face that is aggressively attractive. But he justhasto have the Goldilocks of penises.”
“You sound angry about it,” I said, pulling back a little to lookat her face. Her dark brown eyes were clouded with lust, but the line between her eyebrows suggested annoyance.
“You have no idea.” She squeezed my cock once before she pulled it out and tucked the waistband under my balls, taking the condom and rolling it slowly down my length.
“If you don’t hurry up and secure that thing, I am gonna blow before I even get the chance to put it to use.” I gritted out. Her deft fingers moved faster to secure it, then she let me go.
“I don’t remember you ever being this good for my ego,” she quipped.
I ran my hands up her legs again and then cupped them under her ass. “Jump,” I said as I palmed the flesh underneath my palms.
I could see the hesitation on her face. “Babe, can you just trust that I know what my shoulder is and isn’t capable of? I promise you, it can handle this.”
“If I even get a hint that you’re in pain,” she warned, pointing her finger in my face before jumping up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I adjusted my grip on her so I could hold her comfortably in my arms. Without a word, she reached down and pushed her shorts and underwear to the side before reaching for my cock and slowly sliding it inside her.
