Page 23 of Deja Brew


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It wasn’t long before my breathing was getting ragged, and my hips were rocking against his touch.

When his fingers slipped inside the material of my panties, though, tracing up my cleft with nothing between, a little whimper escaped me.

Junior shifted, his arm sliding under my head on the pillow, wrapping around, and pressing over my mouth, muffling my sounds as he worked me with expert fingers.

I was glad for the muzzle because there was no stopping the moans as his fingers drifted down and slid inside me, my walls tightening around them as his thumb continued to work my clit.

I was shameless then, rocking back into him, getting little hisses from him as my ass ground into his cock.

“Feel how wet you are for me?” his voice met my ear, quiet, but deep. My muffled moan was my only response. “You want my cock in here,” he said, turning his fingers in a circle inside of me, “don’t you?”

My head nodded as I writhed against his palm.

His fingers turned, rocking against my top wall, engaging my G-spot as his thumb continued to work my clit.

“There you go,” he murmured as my walls got tighter, as my thighs squeezed together. “Come for me,” he demanded.

Then just like that, I was, crying out against his palm as the waves crashed through me over and over.

His fingers were still inside of me when Barry’s voice filled the place.

“Anybody awake?” he called.

“Fuck off, Barry,” Junior called.

“Just wondering who is making breakfast,” Barry said, unbothered by Junior’s snarl.

“The people at the diner. Go.”

“So… should I bring something back for everyone, or…”

“Go give him a list,” I said. “Or he won’t stop.”

Junior let out a grumble, but his hand left my panties, and he rolled away from me.

There was a moment before he got off the bed, likely waiting for his hard-on to subside, then the bed was shifting as he got up and went into the other room to talk to Barry.

I took the opportunity to rush into the bathroom, finger-combing my hair, brushing my teeth, and trying to make myself at least halfway presentable.

By the time I made it into the main area of the apartment, the coffee was already brewing.

“Barry headed out. We probably have at least half an hour. Give me a second, then you’re gonna tell me what’s going on with you.”

With that, he disappeared into the bathroom.

I made myself a coffee and braced myself for finally having to tell someone about this clusterfuck I’d gotten myself into.

CHAPTER FIVE

Junior

I had no fucking idea how I managed to end up with my hand wedged between her thighs in my sleep. If I had to venture a guess, it had just been seeking the thing I’d been thinking about all night while she’d been at my place, being a fuckuva lot nicer to Barry than I’d ever been.

Maybe he would attach himself to her instead.

But, no.

I found I didn’t want that.

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