When he finally knocked on the door, I sprinted to it and dragged him inside to draw him into a kiss. He laughed against my mouth, probably wanting to drop a joke about how needy I was being after weeks of backing away from his sweet lips. He was right, and I deserved every joke, but right then I just needed to feel him against me and bask in the fact that he was here.
“Mmm,” he said after pulling away. “Could get used to a greeting like that.”
Grinning, I dragged him backwards and towards the stairs. “I’m not done yet.”
“Oh yeah?” Simeon let me tug him along, smiling broadly. “Is that serious conversation you wanted to have part of it?”
“Nah, not yet. I want to do something else for you first.”
The way Simeon’s eyes darkened, and the way he dragged his teeth over his lower lip, made me wonder if he knew what I had in mind. He was breathing fast by the time I pushed him onto the edge of my bed. I knelt in front of him, grinning my cocky-as-fuck grin while tugging his joggers and underwear down.
“You sure you know what you’re doing with the goods, Bravo?” Simeon asked, voice low and husky as I wrestled his pants over his sneakers. “Don’t tell me you been practicing.”
I snorted and braced my hands on his thighs, digging my fingers into the tight muscle. “Been jerking off thinking about it, if you call that practice.”
“I don’t, but I’m here to watch you make a mess.” Simeon slid his hand into my hair and jerked me closer to his erection. “Get it.”
I don’t know what possessed me to try to take him down to the root, beyond pure desperation and horniness, but I did it and instantly gagged. My throat throbbed and my eyes teared, but the languid groan that came from Simeon made it worthwhile.
“Go slow,” he uttered above me. “Nice and slow.”
With both his hands lightly bracing the back of my head, I took him in deep once again. Slower this time. Just enough to enjoy the taste of his precum already filling my mouth, salty and tangy and better than I’d expected, as well as the smell of his musk and sweat.
“Mmm. Yeah, love,” Simeon breathed. “Just like that.”
Because I was a slut for praise, his hoarse words spurred me on. I may not have known what the hell I was doing, but I was damn sure gonna give him a good time. Mimicking what I’d watched him do to me time and time again, I worked him with my hand and mouth, stroking up each time I pulled off him with a wet slurp. He’d been right about me making a huge damn mess, but it had me so turned on that I found myself grinding my own erection against the air.
Simeon inched farther onto the bed, coaxing me to follow, and lay back with his thighs spread and sneakered feet pressing into the mattress. On any other day, I would have had some words about him disrespecting my bed with street shoes, but there was something painfully sexy about Simeon Boudreaux in my bed bare-assed naked except for a pair of Jordans.
I had serious issues.
“Come up here,” he said. “Get back to work.”
Not needing to be told twice, I lay on my stomach with my arms braced under his thighs for leverage and my ass in the air. I serviced his dick while grinding my own against the bed, and moaned around his length once he started bucking his hips.
Simeon in the zone turned into Simeon void of encouraging comments as he vibrated beneath me while grunting and swearing in a thickening accent. He got rougher on me too. Fisting his hands in my hair and riding my face until I had to pull away to catch my breath.
“You’re a natural,” he breathed. “Almost made me come.”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and grinned. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Not when I want you inside me.”
Point taken.
I flipped him onto his stomach, not missing his smirk, and watched as he assumed the position. Forearms folded before him, thighs spread and knees digging into the bed, and beautiful ass raised just for me. I ran my hand over one of his smooth ass cheeks, squeezing, and then slapping it hard.
“Can I tell you something?”
Simeon looked over his shoulder, one eyebrow arched and a dirty smile firmly in place. “You can do whatever you want right now.”
I smacked his ass again, loving how his mouth fell open and his eyes slid shut at the sensation. “Even before all this shit started, I was obsessed with this ass of yours.” Running my hands up the firm rounded flesh, I fanned my fingers out and dragged my nails along his back. “I’d find myself staring you down and wondering how the hell it’s fair that someone could be so good-looking. Everything from those lips to your skin to that ass.”