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“My whole life. I really enjoy being told what to do.”
Tim’s fingers and arm disappear at my statement, and I have to press my thighs together at the faint hiss of breath intake from him. Yeah, this is a dangerous game I’m playing right now. I push away the images in my mind of Tim’s face as he orders me to suck him off and focus on his mother’s line of questioning.
Timothy
Angie is killing me right now. This has to be deliberate. The professional tone, “I really enjoy being told what to do”? Yeah, she enjoys that, and I sure as shit enjoy the fuck out of it.
“And what has been your favorite thing about this vacation?” Mom continues. I’m pretty sure she’s trying to bait Angie into being crude or something, but Angie is ever the professional.
“I’ve actually really enjoyed learning to ride a horse. It was much more pleasurable than I had expected.”
I fight the urge to groan and bite my knuckles as the image of Angie in her sinfully form-fitting riding outfit takes center stage in my mind. I remember all the sneaky touches I got in while I was teaching her. Yeah, that might be one of my favorite parts of this vacation too.
Aunt Kelly and Aunt Sharon join Mom in the interrogation of Angie for a short while until I can’t take it anymore. “Max and I are heading to London tomorrow for some last-minute Christmas shopping.”
It’s the right thing to say to derail the conversation, because suddenly everyone is agreeing how much they would enjoy a trip to London, and it looks like Angie is going to have several cars to book for tomorrow morning. In fact, apart from her and Uncle Bill, I think the rest of us might be going.
Given the looks being exchanged by the other boys, I’d say they will be returning a little later than the rest of us. Probably slightly drunk and definitely a little less innocent than they are going to leave here. Can’t say I blame them. It’s been weeks since any of them have been with a woman.
The second dinner is over, I’m out of my seat and catching Angie’s eye, moving toward the door. David figures out pretty quickly what I’m in such a hurry for, because he pipes up. “Angie, could you show me where I can find some fresh towels?”
She blinks in surprise, standing quickly. “Of course. This way.”
The second we’re all out of the dining room, David melts away and I snatch Angie’s hand and drag her into the laundry. I have been in agony throughout dinner. Now, I finally get my release. Lifting her up onto the countertop, I slide my fingers into her hair and kiss her fiercely. Angie moans, opening her mouth to me as I shove her panties aside and thrust into her with a groan.
“Were you torturing me on purpose throughout that meal?” I growl. Angie has the audacity to fucking giggle at me. It feels amazing as her pussy clenches down on my cock in time with them.
“Did it work?”
I think she was going for teasing, but her question comes out breathy, which has me thrusting harder.
“So, you like being told what to do, huh?”
She bats her eyelashes at me as her hand moves to cup the back of my neck.
“Only by you.”
That’s the right fucking answer. Gripping her hips, I tip them so I’m hitting her sweet spot with each thrust. She squirms and mewls until she comes with a gasp of surprise. Groaning, I bury my face in her neck as I continue pumping until I come too. I hold her tightly to me until we both recover our breathing, lifting her off the countertop and putting both our outfits to rights.
“I needed that.” I smirk at her, tangling our fingers together and leading her back into the drawing room where everyone is congregating for coffee and port.
“Me too,” she mutters with a grin as we enter the room. I almost stumble. I’m definitely not done with her yet.
Chapter Twenty
Timothy
Lounging back against the buttery leather seats, I ignore David beside me, busy messaging the other four on our WhatsApp chat, “The Boys”, to coordinate their debauchery filled afternoon. I also ignore the buzzing in my pocket as they all respond to each other.
The countryside whips past as we make our way into London. I’m shockingly contented. Angie made good on her promise to call for all the cars needed to take us all into town while still in bed with me this morning. I’ve got to say, waking up to her using that professional tone was perfect. As was how she let me fuck her into the mattress before we made our way downstairs to breakfast.
“What say we go halves on the gifts for Mom and Dad?” David’s voice cuts through my extremely pleasant reminiscences about my morning. Turning away from the window, I cock a brow as I smile over at him. I know exactly what he’s asking.
“As in, I pick everything out and you pay for it so that you can hit the pub early to scope the place out?”
David flips me off as he nods, tapping around on his phone.
“Ten thousand max,” he reminds me. I crack another grin. The warning is warranted. The last time he made this deal for me to buy our parents gifts on his dime, I blew out the budget.
