“You’re a creep,” Kiyah mumbled into my chest instead of saying good morning.
“Says the woman who sends unsolicited nudes.” I chuckled, tightening my hold on her.
“Okay, but hear me out. Mom was being judgy as fuck.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
“What else did she say about me?” she asked. My cell phone vibrated on the nightstand, but I ignored the alerts. Texts from my siblings flooded my cellphone like a category five hurricanewhen I informed Casey that he’d be in charge for the next few days while I took time off. The conspiracy theories became more far-fetched and egregious with each message. Eventually, they all agreed I was suffering from a rare case of Ebola. Casey texted me outside the group and asked if I was okay. I thanked him for his concern and informed him that my absence was not alcohol-related.
“What she said doesn’t matter.”
Kiyah clucked her tongue and slid a cold foot across my shin.
“Hmph. I bet she’d change her tune real quick if she knew about your little accessory down there. I wonder if she’d think you came from a broken home,” she huffed.
“Probably not, but I’d never fucking hear the end of it,” I sighed, pulling her on top of me.
“G,” she whispered in a low warning.
“One more round to get the day started,” I suggested, squeezing her hips. She leaned down and teased the flesh of my collarbone. She nipped and licked before sucking the skin into her mouth, forcing a groan out of me. My hands stayed busy, smoothing down her body until I reached her ass. She arched her back, giving me access to her abused pussy. Precum leaked from me, smearing between us as I recalled how I took her in the shower last night. I slipped two fingers into her tight channel and hummed satisfactorily when she moaned.
She began backing up on my fingertips, urging me to go deeper. When I refused, she became frustrated, pulled away, and lined me up. I closed my eyes and licked my lips when she impaled herself. Simultaneous moans slipped from us once her ass met my lap. My fingers sank into her hips as she rode me fast and hard. She dropped on me so hard that I was bouncing against the mattress. I pursed my lips when she reached up and grabbed the headboard. She smirked down at me and flipped her hair out of her face.
“Ready to come already, G?” she taunted. She cursed when my hips snapped up, meeting her down strokes. I moved to tease her clit when she covered her clit with her fingers, blocking my access. She smiled at me deviously and shook her head.
She always thinks everything’s a joke.
I sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist, and climbed out of bed with my dick still inside. Her back hit the mattress, and I hooked her legs on my shoulders. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand as I slammed into her. A few strokes later, Kiyah came apart, and I followed behind her moments later. I pulled out and painted her abdomen and breasts with my cum. I snickered when she glared at me for getting some on her chin.
“Let me help you with that,” I said breathlessly. I swiped at the cum with my thumb and pushed it to her parted lips. Her tongue ran across my finger.
I love you, I signed, still catching my breath. She cracked a smile and signed it back.
“I have an idea.”
Kiyah and “I have an idea” never ends well.
“Let’s hear it.”
“I’ll take an Uber to Mom and Dad’s, get my bike, and then we can go for a ride,” she offered.
“Only if I’m driving.” She scrunched up her face in displeasure. “You can look at me like that all you want, but I’m not riding bitch.”
“But it’s been forever since you drove my bike,” she protested.
“You’ve heard the phrase, ‘like riding a bike’ before, right?” I asked, lowering her legs from my shoulders.
“I have, but—”
“Great. I’m glad you agree. Let’s hit the shower.”
* * *
It was Kieran’s third call—his bat signal for me, but I didn’t give a damn. The building could be on fire with him in it. Nothing could get me to answer.
Little Bro:Yoooo. When did politicians become Kiyah’s type?
What the hell is he talking about?