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Can't take a dose of his own medicine I see...
"Pissed you off that I walked away without saying goodnight? Aren't you the king of the disappearing act?"
Brady's growl is so deep I feel it in my chest as it rumbles through him. Then he's kissing me again. This time with less grace than before. Where his hands were caressing before, they are now gripping my hips with force as he presses against my center. My moans are swallowed by his kiss as he thrusts against me. Wrapping my legs around him tighter, I lock my ankles behind his back. My arms are already around his neck, my hands tugging at the collar of his shirt.
He leans back long enough to pull it over his head, and then his lips find mine again.
The light over the porch flicks off again, blanketing everything around us in darkness. But I want to see his body. I want to study the artwork covering his arms. I want to trace his abs with my tongue. Lick my way up his body, the way he's done to me.
Pushing against his chest, he leans back, releasing my lips with a soft smack.
When I unwrap my legs, he sets my feet on the ground but keeps his hands locked on my hips.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry. I kind of lost control." His apology is whispered against the side of my neck as he brushes his lips across the sensitive skin. "I can't seem to keep my hands off of you."
He nips at my earlobe, and I get out a little purr of approval, my hands running down his chest, over his abdomen, to the button of his jeans. This time, he doesn't stop me from unzipping him, from releasing his engorged cock from his boxer briefs and taking him in my hand.
"What are you doing, dove?"
"Why?"
"I need to know what you’re about to do. I didn't bring—"
"No. Why do you call me dove?"
Brady goes quiet. Instead of forcing him to answer when my hand is wrapped around his dick, I turn us and press his back against the wall of the Zeta house—a house where there are probably twenty girls inside, any of whom could walk out and see us—and slowly kiss my way down his body.
When I drop to my knees in front of him, licking the bead of pre-cum from the head of his cock, Brady finally answers me.
"Look up the meaning of the white dove, and you'll have your answer."
Good enough for me. I'll do that. Later. After I watch him fall apart with his dick in my mouth.
Which is exactly what he does. With a hand on either side of my head, his dick glides across my tongue and bumps the back of my throat. With his eyes closed, his head resting against the white vinyl siding of the house, his mouth open in a silent scream, Brady lets go.
