One corner of his mouth curls up. “It’s all yours.” As he watches me savor the last bit of salty potato goodness, he says, “I’m surprised you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“What makes you think I don’t?”
Shane’s eyes narrow. “Do you?”
“No. I don’t believe in them.”
He leans back against the arm of the bench, appraising me. “You don’t believe in them? Like they’re Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy?”
I shrug. “Something like that.”
He shakes his head, the hint of a grin on his lips. “Want to ride around the island?”
I move the paper bag out of the way and slide closer to Shane, putting my hand on his thigh. “Let’s ride to your house.”
3
Dripping for him
His eyes pierce mine for a long moment before he leans down and moves close to my mouth. He hesitates there, his breath tickling my upper lip, before he finally makes contact, a brief kiss, a sample. Before he pulls away, I close the distance and go in again, pressing my lips to his, needing more.
A small sigh escapes him as he cups my cheek in his palm and angles his mouth to take a longer taste. It’s no matter that we’ve just eaten; there’s a flavor to him that’s unique and his, and it’s delicious, prompting me to climb into his lap to get closer.
When I slide my hand around his neck and bunch the collar of his shirt in my fist, he pulls back. His voice is rougher than it was a few minutes ago. “I have roommates, and they’re having friends over tonight. How about your place?”
“I have a roommate too,” I say, frustration bubbling up in me. If I kiss Shane a few more times, I’ll probably be ready to fuck him right here on the bench. “Let me see if she went out.”
Still straddling his lap, ever aware of his hard body beneath mine, I pull my phone from my back pocket and text Jade.
Me: Are you home?
Thankfully, her reply comes quickly: I’m at Justin’s. I’m staying over.
“We’re clear. Let’s go,” I tell Shane, jumping off of his lap.
We take care of our trash and then we’re on the bike, curving back down the hill. It’s a wonder I took time to eat — the food really was that good — because I’ve been lusting after his body ever since I saw him in the parking lot, and with each mile that brings us closer to my apartment, I get more and more worked up, ready to jump on him as soon as he lowers the kickstand.
Our hands are all over each other as we make our way to the door of my building and take the short elevator ride. I’m tucked under his arm, charting the muscles on his back, while his fingers tease the skin at the top of my chest.
“Nice place,” Shane says when I get the door open. It’s a great place, actually. Walking distance to Rusty’s, clean, spacious, and best of all, there’s a partial ocean view. Even with the great deal we got, I wouldn’t be able to afford it if I wasn’t sharing rent with Jade.
Much as I love my apartment, though, I’m in no mood to give Shane a first-time visitor tour. Instead, I tug him directly into my bedroom while simultaneously pulling off my shirt.
“What’s your rush?” he asks, that now-familiar smirk playing on his lips.
“Rush? I’ve been waiting for this for hours,” I say, starting on his shirt.
His grin turns into a full-out smile as he takes over, easily removing my bra, and fondling my breasts with one hand while he removes his pants and underwear with the other.
My eyes are riveted to him, eager to find out if his cock is as impressive as the rest of him.
It doesn’t disappoint.
Semi-hard, it springs free, and I can’t help but wrap my hands around it immediately. A low growl rumbles from Shane’s throat as I stroke over the soft skin on his increasingly hard member.
It’s long and thick and absolutely delectable.
Just for fun, I whistle again, quieter this time, but appreciative, and reminiscent of the call that led to us meeting earlier today. His chest swells with pride even as he laughs, another rumbly sound that I feel between my legs.
After tracing every vein and giving it a few tugs, I kneel and bring my lips to the tip of his cock, my tongue darting out to collect his precum and swirl around the head. I keep my eyes fixed on his as I open wide and take him in, fitting my mouth around him like a glove and slowly sliding off, before repeating the action.
“Fuck … Becca.” He already seems lost in himself, and I’m just getting started. With my hand gripping the root of his cock, I start to suck at a faster pace, giving it all I’ve got with my lips, my tongue, and — ever so gently – my teeth.