Red Thorns (Thorns Duet 1)

“Don’t you want to…you know?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you remind me?”

Naomi runs her hand over my dick and although it’s through the material of my pants, it’s like she stroking my bare skin. My erection jumps to life and she takes it as an encouragement to fasten her pace.

I groan, throwing my head against the sofa.

Her touch is still innocent like the first time, but it’s more explorative now, curious. She’s a fast learner, my Naomi.

“Turn it off,” she coos in a breathy tone.

“Are you going to take me at the back of that pretty throat?”

She licks her lips. “If you want.”

“You’ll make me nice and wet for when I will fuck you?”

“No.”

“No?”

“You’ll make me.” She bites her lower lip. “Please make me.”

Fuck me.

Only she would ask me of these things and make it sound like a fucking erotic dream. Her crazy matches mine, after all, and I’m a lucky bastard to have stumbled upon it.

A low groan spills from me as I fumble for the remote. The moment I turn off the movie, a loud sound echoes in the air.

At first, I think it’s a bomb or something. But it comes again. My fucking doorbell.

I dig my fingers into her hair. “Open your mouth.”

“Shouldn’t you see who is it?”

“Don’t fucking care. They will go away.”

She’s unsure for a second, but I unbuckle my belt and free my cock. Naomi takes me to the back of her throat, just like she promised.

I grab her by the hair. “That’s it. Make it nice and wet.”

Her eyes meet mine as she sucks and licks, her cheeks hollowing. I’m two seconds away from pushing her on all fours and fucking her on the ground, animal style.

The distinctive sound of a ‘Beep’ echoes in the silence and I freeze.

Only one person knows the code to my apartment in case of an emergency.

And sure enough, he appears at the threshold of my living ro

om, carrying his briefcase. His expression remains the same as he takes in the scene in front of him. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Fuck, Nate.” I hide Naomi with my body so he doesn’t see her flushed face or her lips around my dick. The last thing I want is for any man, Nate included, to witness her in this state.

She releases me and scrambles away, her face heated.

I tuck my painfully hard cock in and glare at my uncle aka the fucking cockblocker. “Ever heard of the word privacy?”

“You weren’t answering the door or your phone so I thought there was an emergency.” He runs his critical gaze over Naomi. “It’s a different type of emergency, I see.”