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I hop up and walk toward the kitchen. My joints are popping and clicking like a senior citizen. I open the fridge. Damn, no whip cream. I choose a lime instead, grab a bottle of tequila from the cabinet, and a paring knife. Then walk back to my spot on the floor and lean against the couch.
“You were supposed to make something. Making something needs more than one ingredient.”
I hold up the lime.
“Like when you made me an egg for mysnackyesterday? Besides, have you already forgotten how I earned the nickname PB and J?” Her giggle only turns me on more.
After slicing out a wedge from the lime, I set it in my lap while I uncork the tequila, pouring a healthy shot into my mouth. The warm, smoky vapors expand in my throat. I crook my finger at her. She rolls her eyes and then she crawls. She fucking crawls toward me, and I almost swallow the shot myself. It sends all the blood to my groin. She gets to my thighs and goes up on her knees. Framing my face with her delicate fingers, she turns her head and locks her lips to mine, sweeping her tongue in my mouth and swallowing the shot. My fingers encircle her wrist when she reaches for the lime in my lap.
“No hands.”
With a smirk, she innocently whispers, “Hold my hair?”
Yeah, she’s got my number. This dare is backfiring on me. I grab a fistful of her hair and wrap it tight around my palm. Holding it away from her head just enough to put tension on her scalp—the same amount I gave her when she moaned into my mouth during our make-out session. Goose bumps break out over her neck, and she attempts to hide the shudder that moves through her.
“That’s right, Little Bird. I’m the one that makes you shiver.”
She drops her mouth to my groin and sinks her teeth into the juicy lime. This has become a game of trying to make the other more turned on, and I pat myself on the back for my genius. Though, if she doesn’t hurry up, my cock will poke her eye out. When she sits up, there’s a dribble of tequila on her chin, and I wipe it away with my thumb.
“Good girl.” Her eyes turn from silver clouds to dark thunderstorms—my suspicions confirmed. “Truth or dare?”
She retreats, scooting back until she hits the ottoman she’s been leaning against.
“Truth.”
“I heard you masturbate the other day.”
Her eyebrows shoot up at my brash comment. She crosses her arms but doesn’t deny it.
“I want you to tell me what you were thinking about.”
Say me. Say you were thinking about me.
“I don’t want to make things complicated.”
“No judgment zone.”
Our situation is already plenty complicated. Her little fantasy will not change that.
She sighs and looks at the ceiling for a minute.
I hold my breath, praying she doesn’t take off her cardigan instead. I want a peek into the hidden corners of her mind more than I want her naked.
She peers at me and tilts her head to the side before saying with defeat, “I was thinking about you watching me.”
I exhale the huge breath I had been holding.Yes.I try to downplay my joy over her confession. “You have a bit of an exhibitionist streak, eh?”
“That’s two questions. You have to take something off.”
I grab my shirt from behind my neck and yank it over my head, her face transforms, and her gaze feeds on me. Fuck me,those eyes.
“Truth or dare?” she squeaks.
“Truth.”
“What did you do when you heard me?”
“I put my ear to the wall, took my dick out, and got off to the image of you wet and spread open for me. I thought about eating your pussy and working you over. First, with you riding me and then flipping you over and taking you from behind. After I heard you come, I didn’t last much longer. It was hot.”
