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His eyes are wide and dark as he watches me suck him deep into my mouth. I cup his balls, running my nails over the loose skin, and feel the pulse of his dick in my mouth. “Do that again,” he groans, his eyes glued to my mouth.
I score my nails over his balls a second time and am rewarded as they draw in tight to his body. I can tell he’s close, and knowing we don’t have a lot of time to waste, I suck him hard and fast, one hand wrapping around the root of his shaft and twisting my wrist in time to my mouth. I keep the other hand on his balls, alternating between a gentle caress and the rake of my nails over the flesh.
“I’m going to come,” he warns me, but it only fuels my own desire to finish him off.
Tightening my fist around his cock, I stroke him hard and fast, sucking him deep in my throat as he lets go, his cock twitching as jets of warm cum slide down my throat. He gasps a raspy breath and sags against the door behind him. I lick the tip of his cock, loving the shutter it evokes, as I let go of his cock and gaze up at him. Rueben reaches down and pulls me up, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his lips against my swollen ones. “Thank you,” he whispers, his lips sliding soft and tender across mine.
“You’re welcome.”
“We really do have to go,” he tells me, not making a move to get ready.
“We do.”
“And then I’m going to come back here and fuck you with my mouth until your face is buried beneath a pillow to cover your screams of ecstasy,” he says casually and confidently, but it’s his words that leave me wet and needy.
“I’m so wet right now,” I tell him, kissing his jaw and backing away.
Rueben groans. “Christ, Crick, you’re going to make me hard again. How am I supposed to get through dinner knowing you’re ready for me?” he says, pulling up his pants and adjusting his already thickening cock.
I give him a sweet, innocent smile. “I’m sure you’ll manage just fine. Let’s just hope you’re not sitting next to my dad during dinner.”
His groan of frustration follows me into the bathroom.
Yeah, I know, Rueben. It’s going to be a long night.
***
“Oh my god, Cricket!That’sRueben Rigsby? He’s so…hot now!” Ashley whisper yells as she hugs me tight, her expanding belly pressing into my stomach.
“Shhh!”
“Seriously, sister. Those glasses and those muscles? If I wasn’t happily married with a bun in the oven, I’d totally go all Lois Lane on his ass,” she says, glancing over my shoulder and watching Rueben as he visits with my dad and Shawn.
“Lois Lane?”
“You know, the Superman thing? He looks one step away from ripping his shirt off and revealing a red and blue superhero costume underneath.”
I roll my eyes, yet when I look his way, I can totally see it. He definitely has the whole Clark Kent thing going on with those plastic glasses and button-down shirt. My breath catches in my throat when he looks my way and gives me a wink and a smile before returning his gaze to my dad. “Jesus, I might have just orgasmed.”
“What? Ashley!” I gasp and start to giggle.
“Sorry, sorry, but these pregnancy hormones are no joke. I can’t stop wanting to bounce on my husband’s dick like a pogo stick.”
I groan, a disgusted look crossing my face. “Stop. Please,” I beg.
“Fine, but you just wait. When you’re finally pregnant, you’ll understand what I’m talking about. One minute, you want to claw his eyes out with a toothpick because he’s chewing too loud, and the next, you need him to bend you over the banister and make you scream. It’s a horrible cycle, fueled by hormones and annoyance.”
I giggle a little and pull her to our table. Mom is already seated, one granddaughter on each side of her, paying us all no attention. She’s engrossed in grandma-time, and I’ll be surprised if she even speaks to us the entire meal.
As I take my seat across from Ashley, I ask, “Oh, did you know our parents bought bunk beds?” I see Mom roll her eyes in my peripheral vision.
“Right? How much bullshit is that? How long did we ask to get bunk beds?” she asks, grabbing her menu and staring to look it over.
“Forever,” I confirm, squinting at my mom in annoyance.
Rueben comes over and takes a seat beside me. “Hey, sorry, your dad was telling me and Shawn about his mole problem.”
“His mole problem?”
