“She has class in the morning,” he quickly explains.
Yes, I have class on a Sunday.
“And, uh, chores to do around the house,” he adds, casting me a stern look, “that she’s been bad about not taking care of.”
Yes, Mrs. Tate. After I do the dishes, I have to do Mr. Lawson, so…
“Sorry,” he tells her.
She glances between us, and she knows something is up, because he’s being fucking weird right now, but she handles it with class.
“Oh, no worries,” she chirps. “Maybe another time.”
I give her a smile and nod, trying to recover from my embarrassment and thankful when she finally moves along.
Pike and I stand there a moment, and I’m trying to gauge how, if they’re not talking about us yet, they will be after that.
“Mr. Lawson…” I chide, shaking my head.
I turn and start walking for the house, and when I look back, he’s following me, his eyes pinned on mine.
“People are watching,” I say. “You better not follow me in. It’ll look weird.”
I see his eyes shoot left and right, taking in the various neighbors working in their yards, playing with their kids outside, or sitting on their porches. I don’t really care, but I know he does.
With his long stride, he’s at my back in no time, and I tingle all over as I hurriedly open the door and step inside. His body forces me in, the door closes behind us, shielding us from the outside world, and he spins me around and pulls me into his arms. I have only a moment to take a breath before his mouth is on mine, one of his hands holding the back of my head, and the other arm wrapped around my waist, pressing me to him so tightly that I can hardly breathe.
But God, I don’t care. I’m warm and surrounded by his smell, and he feels so far gone that he’s carrying me with him. Circling my arms around his neck, I spread my legs as he lifts me up as I lock my ankles behind his back.
“Shit, baby, I’m dirty,” he says, still devouring my lips. “I should take a shower.”
“We’ll take one after,” I moan, pulling away only a hair.
He carries me into the kitchen and sets me on the table. I pull his shirt up and over his head, breaking the kiss for only a moment before our arms are around each other again. He leans into me, forcing me back a little as he deepens the kiss.
“I couldn’t wait to get home,” he whispers. “You don’t know how hard I was trying to control myself today.”
“How hard?” I work at his belt, frantic to get it off.
“I was in the worst fucking mood,” he growled. “I couldn’t get you out of my head. All I wanted was this.” And his hands scale down my ribs, and he pushes me back and forces my shirt and bra up over my tits. I fall to the table, and he dives down, biting and tonguing my nipples.
I close my eyes and moan, squirming under him and arching my back, not sure if I’m trying to get closer to his mouth, or if it’s too much to take. I can feel his lips all the way to my toes.
Heat fills my wet pussy, and I watch as his hot tongue flicks over the hardened bud of my nipple, my clit throbbing so hard I can’t breathe. I shake, an explosion of pleasure wracking through me and warming my insides. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I cry out.
Shit! Shit, shit, shit…
I shudder, opening my eyes, a little in shock.
I look down, seeing Pike staring up at me. “Did you just come?” he asks, his eyes rounded in surprise.
I swallow, my mouth suddenly parched, and nod. “Yeah. I think so.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “You like your breasts kissed, huh?”
“I like it when you kiss anything on me.”
He rises and pulls me up to my feet, holding my eyes as he unbuttons my shorts. “You were so amazing last night.”