“You’re drowned?”
“Dude,” I say, waving at the door. “Did you not smell that guy? I haven’t taken a proper breath in three hours.”
“So, you mean you’re suffocated?”
I glare at him and he shoots me a grin.
“No taco for you!” I snap, spraying the bottle his way, and he scoots his chair back and laughs.
I take a quick shower before I dig out my secret box, applying the moisturizer and the serum and then I hear Kaden coming up the stairs. He doesn’t bother knocking anymore, since I always leave it open anyway, so he barges in with two bags of groceries and a big grin, and is it weird that I’m kind of proud of him for going to the store even though I know he’d rather avoid it? Maybe. But I am.
I shoot him a smile right back and then we get to work.
Kaden’s chopping vegetables while I’m reading up on how to make guacamole on fucking Google. He goes to get more stuff from the bags, and back to the chopping board several times and every time, he nudges me with an arm, a shoulder, and a hand.
While I’m smashing the avocado, he comes up behind me and puts his nose to my neck, right below my ear. Then he walks off, only to come back again not more than two minutes later. Same procedure, and this time he sniffs me. A long inhale, and it tickles a little.
“What are you doing?” I chuckle.
“You always smell so good, right here,” he says, touching my skin with his nose. “What is that?”
“My body wash?”
He gently shakes his head, nose brushing against my skin. “It doesn’t smell like this,” he says, sniffing me again and takes a step closer so his chest is against my back.
“Oh, uhm, Lou gave me some face cream or whatever,” I say, shaking my head.
“Yeah?” He rolls his hips against me, and my dick immediately wakes up.
“What’s happening?”
“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “Turns me on.”
“What?”
“This smell.” Another sniff. “You.” Another roll of his hips. “This smell on you.” He chuckles, placing his hands on my hips and presses himself even closer, making me feel his hardening dick. Then he kisses me, slowly licking his way up my neck and nibbles on my earlobe, and I shudder.
“Do you remember what you said on the phone?” he whispers.
A jolt shoots down to my dick, and I’m rock-hard in point two seconds.
“Which part?”
He kisses me under my ear, moving a hand down to the front of my jeans, palming my bulge. “The part where you said you’d want me to fuck you against a wall.”
My eyes roll back in my head hearing him talk like that. I’m so turned on, I almost feel sick.
“Yeah,” I breathe as he grinds against me from behind and strokes my dick outside my pants.
“You still want that?”
I swallow but my throat is dry. Of course, I still want that. That is all I want right the fuck now.
“What about the guac?”
He exhales a laugh. “Fuck the fucking guac!” He turns me around and kisses me before he swipes the avocados to the side and lifts me up on the counter, standing between my legs as he claims my mouth with his tongue, his teeth, his lips.
I dig my fingers into his waist, under his tee, trying to get him even closer. I want to claw myself in under his skin, like he’s been under mine for years.
