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“Why?” Now he’s the one frowning.
“She was working on some stuff, and I offered to help. And before you ask, no. I’m not going to tell you what. If she wants you to know she’ll tell you, but I’m not going to repeat things that aren’t mine to repeat.”
“That’s fair.” He nods curtly.
Finally, something we agree on.
“So, are we done here?” Cade treating her like a child and me like a predator pisses me off, so I’m eager to make my exit. Plus, the faster I can get out of here the fewer lies I’ll have to tell.
Despite not feeling guilty about what I’m doing with Tiff, I do feel bad about lying to my cousin’s face. He may be overbearing when it comes to her—and a bit of an ass when it comes to me—but I know he honestly thinks he’s doing the right thing. For that reason, I can tolerate his comments. Temporarily.
“Yeah, man. We’re done. Are we cool?” The slight grimace on his face tells me he feels bad for implying I’d turn to Tiff to get my rocks off.Would he ever believe that’s not what it is?
I give him a firm up-nod. “Yeah, we’re cool.” Then I drive to my house, park, and sneak over to hers like a thief in the night.
***
“Four hours.” I press Tiff up against the back door after she lets me in, stealing a kiss in the process. “That’s all it took for Cade to confront me about our coffee meeting.”
“Ten minutes. That’s how long it took Lennon to corner me.”
“Fuck.” I kiss her again before stepping away and scrubbing a hand over my face. “This is gonna be harder than I thought. Prying eyes are everywhere.”
“Are you having second thoughts?” She nips her plump bottom lip with her teeth.
“Are you?” I turn the question back at her, figuring her opinion is the only one that matters.
“No.”
“Good. Because all that talk about dance this morning got me thinking.” I take her hand and lead her to her bedroom.
“About?” A tiny smile plays on her lip.
I stop at the foot of her bed and pull her to me, resting my hands on the curve of her hips. “About how I’d really like a private one.”
Her eyes grow wide before a slow smile spreads across her face. “Strip. And sit.” She gives me a playful push as she pulls her phone from her back pocket and starts scrolling through her playlist. I do as asked, shedding my clothes and taking a seat on the mattress, legs spread open so she can have as much of me as she wants.
Tiff props her phone on the dresser as something hip hop—or maybe it’s pop—fills the room. I’m more of a rock guy so I don’t recognize it, but it has a good beat, which she shakes her ass to before spinning around as she runs her hands over her breasts, down her stomach, stopping at the top of her hip. Gripping the hem of her shirt she starts to lift it up, exposing the slightest hint of her bare stomach, before she lets the material go and runs her hands up her body, threading her fingers in her hair and lifting it off her neck before letting it fall around her face.
She’s fully clothed so it’s not explicit, but it is sensual, the way she sways in rhythm to the music, and my cock quickly grows from semi hard to stiff as I watch her. Ever observant, her eyes drift to my dick, and she licks her lips as she once again reaches for her shirt, this time lifting it over her head.
Her beautiful tits are framed in black lace today, giving the swell of her breasts a creamy quality against the dark fabric. She teases her fingers along the edge of the cups as she circles her hips, squeezing the plump mounds in her hands to pump up her cleavage. My cock twitches with excitement between my legs, causing her to grin before she abruptly spins and gives me her back.
Body swaying to the beat, she slips her fingers into the waistband of her jeans and starts pulling them down, arching her back so her ass is only a few feet from my face. Close enough that I can see a tiny freckle at the top of her cheek, but far enough that I can’t touch without getting off the bed.
Hot. As. Fuck.
A bead of precum starts to trickle down my length, though I make no move to cover myself because I’m pretty sure seeing my reaction to her riles her up even more. And I like her riled up.
Clad in just her bra and panties, Tiff spins to face me, switching her movements from slow and sensual to fast and carnal as the music speeds up. She thrusts her tits and hips forward and back in rhythm to the beat, giving me a delicious image of what she’ll look like when she rides me later. Then she gives me her back again, and bends at the waist, rising slowly as she watches me over her shoulder, checking to see how the dance is affecting me.
My dick is hard as granite, standing straight at attention. She smiles coyly when she sees it, and turns so she’s facing me as her bra falls to the floor.
Cupping her breasts in her hands, her head falls back as she massages them roughly. Then she lets them go and slides her hands down her body, tugging her panties low enough that they drop to the floor when she lets them go.
Strutting to the side of the room, she leans against the wall as her body slides toward the floor, stopping when she’s crouched about a foot off the ground. Then she spreads her legs wide and trails a finger along her inner thigh. Right before she hits the sweet spot, she snaps her legs shut and starts rubbing her breasts, then lets her hand trail down her stomach as she spreads her legs again, this time dipping a finger between her folds.
My shaft jolts with need, begging to be touched. And despite the thrill she gets from seeing it, I can’t stop myself from closing my fist around it. Nor can I stop the contented moan from rumbling up my throat when I give it a firm tug.
