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Grinning, I curl a hand behind her neck, pulling her mouth back to mine. “Well, for the record, I fucking love making you come,” I whisper against her mouth. “And I intend to do a lot more of it too.”
“Okay,” she says, smiling against my mouth. “And do you think you might be able to give me one of those as well.” She pauses, tipping her head toward my nightstand where the toy we both enjoyed using last night still sits. “You know, so I can use that to make myself come when you’re not around?”
Squeezing her ass hard and making her squeal, I say, “Well, I’ll give you one if you let me watch you use it again.”
“You like that, huh?”
“Fuck yes,” I breathe out. “Just thinking about it gets me hard.” I push my hips against her as if to prove my point.
She giggles, nuzzling my neck as she whispers, “And what do you think we should do about that?”
I swing my legs out of the bed, holding her by the ass as I stand and she wraps her arms around my neck. “Have some hot fucking shower sex before we have to go to work,” I say, as I walk us into the bathroom.
Tessa declines my offer of breakfast and coffee, heading home to get changed after our shower before she heads into work. After I make myself some coffee to go, I grab my stuff and head out to my car, a huge grin on my face that I cannot seem to wipe off.
Fuck me, if this is what a relationship is, I should’ve signed up for this ages ago. Having Tessa stay over last night, had been seriously freaking awesome. I hadn’t ever spent the night with a woman before and not only did I discover that I really like having her sleeping beside me, but the whole sex on tap part was fucking fantastic too. Even more surprising and awesome was how much Tessa had wanted it as well. Fuck, when she woke me up with her mouth on my dick sometime during the night, I thought I might have died and gone to heaven.
Guess learning that she liked her sex on the dirtier and kinkier side and finally being able to make her come has some serious advantages. And even though it had been fucking embarrassing to learn I hadn’t ever made her come all the previous times we’d hooked up, I am glad she finally admitted to it.
Really glad I’d had the opportunity to prove I could do it too.
When I reach Somerville’s, I don’t see Tessa’s car here yet, so I head over to Apple Jacks, figuring I’ll meet up with her soon enough.
I head into the sheds and find Tommy and Jack standing in front of one of the fruit pickers. “Morning,” I say, walking over to where they’re standing. “What’s going on?”
Tommy glances over. “Fruit picker is busted,” he says. “Needs a new blade and we don’t have a spare one.”
“Damn, want me to see if I can get it from somewhere?” I ask, knowing we’ll have another harvest soon and we can’t afford the time it takes to pick the fruit by hand.
“Yeah,” Tommy says, moving closer to the machine, as if to check again that it really is busted.
“No worries,” I say, reaching for my back pocket. “I can—”
“You get laid or something?” Jack suddenly asks, as though this is a completely normal workplace question.
I look over to find him staring at me, his brow narrowed as he gives me a once over. “What?”
The corner of his mouth curls up in a devious grin as he waves a hand at me. “Yeah, you’re definitely giving off just got laid vibes.”
I glance at Tommy, who is now staring at me, as if he too is trying to work out if what Jack’s saying is true.
“What do you think, Tom?” Jack says, still watching me. “He get laid?”
“Yeah, maybe,” Tommy says with a shrug, as though he doesn’t really care.
“Okay, hold up,” I say, a hand out toward them. “Firstly, what the hell with the whole, I just got laid vibe? And secondly, do you really think I’m gonna tell you two if I did?”
“Yep,” Jack says confidently, rocking on his heels as Tommy replies with, “Uh huh.”
“Ah no,” I say, shaking my head at both of them. “I’m not.”
Jack chuckles, shooting Tommy a quick look before turning back to me. “Well you don’t need to, cause you definitely have, so my only question now is if it was with Tessa or with—”
“Oh my god, what the hell is it with this place?” I ask, throwing my hands up.
Tommy laughs, stepping toward me and slapping a hand on my back. “Welcome to the club, Dylan, now you know how I felt,” he says, before heading over to the workbench that runs the length of the shed wall.
I turn back to Jack who is standing there watching me, a huge grin on his face. “Three from fucking three,” he mutters, giving a small fist punch.
