Thick

“As much as I want to keep going,” I say as I step towards her and cup her face with both my hands. “I think if you keep putting your mouth on me, I might go blind.”

“I could help you navigate the world,” she says, smiling at me.

I kiss her quickly and then press my forehead to hers. “I’m not going anywhere, Teeny. There’s no rush.”

Her stomach growls and I realize I never put away her groceries, and the ice cream she was so excited to try is probably a container of soup. She has the same thought as I do and we both rush into the kitchen to put the food away and get something to eat.

Chapter Seven

Teeny

My whole body tingles as Bull helps me put away my groceries. I’m painfully aware of how wet I am between my legs as we move around in my small kitchen. I had no idea I could get that turned on, nor did I know that I could cum so hard I could forget my own name. I try and brush against him and touch him as much as I can without making it look like I’m doing it on purpose. He, on the other hand, looks to be giving me as much space as the kitchen will allow. I’m not sure why he’s acting that way after what we did in my living room. I can tell by glancing down at his shorts he’s still turned on, but his focus is on food. Maybe if we eat we can get back to making out and all the stuff we did before.

I turn around to grab my step stool to put something away, but Bull grabs the items and does it without me asking for help.

“Things get done a lot faster with you around,” I admit and smile at him.

He’s so big he takes up most of the space in my kitchen. I don’t know what it is about his size that dominates each room he’s in, but it makes me want to crowd in close to him. I have to fight the urge to do it now that I see he’s trying to give me space. He’s probably used to people bumping into him and maybe it’s instinct for him to act that way. I want Bull to be comfortable around me and I’m guessing being all over him isn’t the way to do that. He did like us being all over each other a few minutes ago though.

My face heats thinking about it. I wish I had never called maintenance. I wonder how far Bull and I would have gotten if they hadn’t shown up.

“I need to feed you,” he reminds me.

Yes, feed me. That was what I’d been wanting before the guy knocked on the door. I’m pretty sure he banged on the thing for a while, but I’d been so lost in Bull the whole world could have exploded around us and I would have been none the wiser.

I had no idea I could be so bold. I was sure I’d be shy about sex, but when I felt his hardness press into me I was done for. He wanted me, so like everything in life I went for it.

“Food,” he adds with a smile.

My face must be showing where my mind went and I lick my still-swollen lips and wonder if they look well kissed.

“Can I watch?” I ask.

I know he said he would teach me a few things in the kitchen, but right now I only want to so I can see him move. Bull is more of a take-action kind of man, and the best way I can think of to get to know him is to watch him. I’m also starting to think he enjoys listening to me talk. The corners of his mouth pull up as I ramble on, letting me know I have his attention. Some people will space out when I talk too long, but not him; he’s listening to every word. I can see it on his face that he pays attention to everything I’m doing. It could be because of the line of work he’s in, but I’m going to tell myself it’s because he wants me. Just as I can’t help but watch and listen to everything he says.

“Told you.” He takes a step towards me and cups my cheek. “You can have anything you want.”

My heart flutters. Yeah, he’s so paying attention because he wants to.

“Let me get my kitchen stool!” I smile brightly up at him and though I’m probably way too excited about watching someone cook, I don’t care.

I turn to go get it and run into one of the empty boxes I still needed to take out to the dumpster. There are so many of them lying around and I’ve been letting them pile up because I still have a load to unpack.