Flash only smiled as she put the cat food on the floor in front of Bob Ross.
“That should keep him busy a couple minutes,” she said. “How fast can you fuck me?”
“Pretty fast,” he said. “Is there a need for speed here?”
“He’ll get on the bed with us and make us pet him. Very hard to fuck and pet a cat at the same time. I’ve tried.”
“Can’t we just not...pet him?”
Flash looked at him as if he’d asked if they could skin Bob Ross and eat him for dinner.
“Okay, can’t we shut the door?” he asked.
“He’ll whine and caterwaul until we let him in.”
“Can we fuck in the shower?”
“I hate shower sex. The stall’s too small.”
“All right. A quickie, it is, then,” Ian said, ripping his tie off. “Let’s do this.”
“Goddamn that was sexy.”.
“What was?” he asked. “Tell me so I can do it again.”
“Ripping your tie off like that. That was insanely sexy.” Flas
h put her hands on his chest and made as if she wanted to tear his shirt off him. “I’ve seen you in ties and out of ties but that was the first time I’ve ever seen you tear yours off. Please do it more often.”
“You want me to put it back on and do it again?”
“After,” she said. She glanced back over her shoulder at Bob Ross still eating. “We have to hurry. Bob Ross eats fast.”
“I’m hurrying. I’m hurrying.” Ian grabbed Flash around the waist and hoisted her squirming and screaming self over his shoulder.
“Ian!”
“What? You said we had to hurry.”
“Mrs. Scheinberg is going to think I’m getting murdered up here.”
“She knows I’m here. We’ve met.” Ian strode down the narrow hallway to Flash’s bedroom and threw her down onto her back on the bed. “Even if she calls the cops, I’ll be done by the time they get here.”
“I might not be,” she said. He looked down at her and raised his eyebrow. Two nights ago she’d come before he was even inside her. This woman could orgasm easier than he could most nights.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll probably be done.”
“Thought so.”
She unzipped her jeans and he yanked them down her legs. He opened his suit trousers and pulled his cock out. They were on a deadline here. No time to disrobe entirely. He climbed on top of her and pushed her legs wide with his knees. Underneath him, she arched her back, grinding her pussy up and down his cock.
“Are you going to tie me to the bed?” she asked as he lifted her shirt to kiss her breasts. He pulled back and looked down at her.
“Look—you can have bondage or you can have a quickie. But you can’t have both at the same time. Also, you don’t have a headboard so I’d have to install brackets to tie you to the bed.”
“I wouldn’t do brackets. You could damage the drywall.” She tapped the wall. “Maybe a tension rod, floor to ceiling like a stripper pole?”
“With a tile ceiling?” He shook his head. “Wouldn’t hold. Plus you wouldn’t screw the brackets directly into the wall. You screw two-by-fours into the studs and then install the brackets into the two-by-fours. Minimal drywall damage.”