Thick

One of Bull’s big arms wraps around my waist as he pulls my back to his chest.

“Careful, sweets.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’ll get the stool. Where is it?”

“I forgot.” I press into him and his hard cock digs into my backside.

He really is big everywhere. I’m not sure if the two of us can actually fit together, but I’m willing to try. Heck, doing what we did on the sofa is enough to keep me happy. I’ve never cum like that before. The soft touches I’ve given myself in the past have nothing on what Bull’s mouth down there could do. I want to feel his soft lips against me again, and more than anything I want to go back to putting my mouth on him and explore that some more.

“Forgot what?” he breathes, and the two words are thick and heavy with desire. The hold he has around me tightens as I wiggle against him.

“I haven’t put it together yet.” I point to the box with the two stools in it.

I bought them for the kitchen area and I keep meaning to put them together. I’m not sure I’m the best person for the job, however. My place doesn’t have a dining room like Bull’s does, but has a breakfast bar instead. I’ve been eating on the daybed because I’ve been putting off assembling the stools.

“I once helped my parents put together our kitchen table and chairs, and the one I did broke.” His body behind me shakes with laughter.

“I better do those then. I don’t want you sitting on it and getting hurt.” I smile, remembering when I sat on the chair and the thing crumbled under me. I think my mom and dad laughed for a good twenty minutes after they made sure I was okay.

“That would be sweet of you.”

He kisses me on the top of the head before walking over to the boxes. I didn’t mean he had to do it right now. I go to tell him that, but with one pull he rips the box open. In a couple of minutes he has the stools together.

“Here?” he asks, gesturing towards the breakfast bar and I nod. He puts them both over there, then he picks me up and places me on one of them. “You okay?” I nod again, in awe of this man. “Are you sure? Because I’ve never see you this quiet before.” He smiles and I can tell he’s teasing me.

“I enjoy watching you,” I admit. Seeing him move around my place is nice. I didn’t realize living alone could be so lonely until I was doing it. Having Bull in my space feels good and I don’t want him to leave. I wonder how long I can keep him here.

“I think you’re the first person I don’t mind watching me.” He leans down a little now that I’m in the high-top chair and he kisses me again. I want to keep kissing him, but he pulls away. “I really do need to make you something to eat.” He gives me one more quick kiss before he steps back and goes into the kitchen. “You really been living off Chinese leftovers this whole time?” I can tell from his tone he isn’t happy about that and it warms me that he cares.

“Yeah, sometimes I forget to eat.” He places a pan on the stove as his eyes come to mine.

“You forget to eat?” He repeats my words, clearly shocked.

“When I get lost in work.” I shrug. “It’s not really a big deal. I’m not used to being alone. I think my mom and dad would always remind me it was time for breakfast or dinner. I’ve noticed living here that I’ll glance over at the clock and hours have passed before I know it.”

After I ran into Bull and didn’t see him, I’d asked for another project. I let myself get lost in it as much as possible so I’d stop stalking my peephole. I’m not sure it helped. The mockup stuffed animal design I turned in was of a giant teddy bear that had on a black shirt that was a touch too snug for it. The back of its shirt read “security” and on the front over the pocket of the shirt was the name “Bull.” I thought it was the cutest, most badass teddy bear I’d ever seen and I wasn’t the only one who thought it either. Within minutes of turning in the design, the company I work for was losing their minds over it.

“Sounds like you need someone to keep an eye on you.” His tone is teasing, but his eyes don’t match. They look serious and possessive.

“Maybe so,” I say, wanting him to be the someone who keeps an eye on me.