“Where’d you go?” Penn placed the can on the nightstand and hovered close to my face.
“Nowhere, I’m right here with you.”
He scrutinized me for a beat, trying to find the lie. If he found it he never said, just leaned closer, pressing his lips to mine.
“No cream there,” I said once we parted.
“Oh, I’ll give you cream in that smart mouth of yours.”
I cackled only to be cut off the moment he latched on to my nipple and bit gently. Now I was moaning, desperate to press his face harder into my chest. But I had whipped cream all over me and didn’t want to ruin Penn’s game.
My pulse was almost erratic by the time Penn worked his way to my cock. His tongue too gently lapped at the tip, slurping up the sweet dessert.
“Penn, you’re killing me.”
He hummed. “No, baby, I’m savoring you.”
Fucking hell, this man. I watched as he lowered his mouth onto my cock, and I had to will myself not to come right then and there.
I fisted the sheets on either side of my body and thrust up into his throat. I couldn’t help it, I wanted more, always craved more from Penn.
“Yeah, fuck my throat.”
I didn’t give a shit about the whipped cream. I gripped his head and gave him what he asked for, what I needed. I was two seconds from blowing my load when I pulled his mouth off my cock.
“What are you doing?” He wiped his mouth with the front of his hand.
“I want to nut in your ass. Hands and knees, baby.” I wiggled my brows and he chuckled.
He scrambled quickly, and whipped cream was officially everywhere but I didn’t give a fuck. Once I was behind him, I groaned.
“A butt plug.”
He looked over his shoulder and winked. “Thought you’d like that.”
I fucking loved it. I tapped it with my finger, relishing in his hungry sounds. I gave him a few pumps with it, but I couldn’twait any longer and slid it out. I threw it behind me, and it landed with athud.
“I hope that didn’t br?—”
I cut off his words as I slammed my cock into his gaping hole. I didn’t stop. I rode him hard, my hand wrapping around his throat, my chest pressed to his back, and I palmed his leaking dick.
“Fuck, Gid…”
“This is my idea of dessert.” I pistoned into him relentlessly, chasing my orgasm and forcing his to the surface. “Come for me, my love.”
He grunted and moaned; then he came, covering my hand and fingers, and it was everything I needed. I unloaded into his ass with a shout and he milked my cock until my balls were dry.
As I finally rolled off him, the stickiness really set in.
“Shower?” He groaned.
“And we need to change the sheets.” I sat up and slapped his ass. “After that, you’re going to tell me why you planned this sexy night.”
He lifted his head, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What makes you think I had ulterior motives? I love having sex with you.”
“Oh, I know you do.” I pecked his lips and slid off the bed. “But I know people, and you want something from me.” I shrugged. “Thing is, I’d give you anything you ever asked for, Penn. The world, if you wanted it.”
His smile widened. “I know, and I love you for that. Let’s shower; we’ll talk after.”
