I cup her breast, rubbing her nipple with my thumb through her T-shirt.
She gasps, my name rolling across my skin.
I whisper against her, “Have you been thinking about my cock in your ass?”
She shakes her head, even as her hips rock up, sliding against my thigh.
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.” The word breathless.
We kiss again, and I snake under her top, touching the smooth satin of her belly before sliding my fingers over her breast. I unhook the front clasp of her bra, peeling away the fabric to touch her.
I raise my head to speak low into her ear. “I’ve been thinking about how good it’s going to feel, you tight around my cock. How you’re going to hate it at first but find yourself craving it anyway.”
“Caden.” Her tone has taken on that pleading quality that makes me hard.
I continue, unable to stop tormenting her. “I’m going to play with your clit until you come, screaming.”
Her back bows, like she can’t help herself.
I play over her nipple. “You want an orgasm right now, Cat? To help take the edge off?”
She doesn’t answer, just surges up to meet me.
“Say it,” I whisper, against her. “Say, make me come, Caden.”
She shakes her head, but tries to squirm and capture my mouth. Probably hoping to shut me up.
I won’t be dissuaded. “Say it, and I’ll slide your panties down and give you what you need.”
“What is going on in here?” An indignant voice fills the room.
Cat and I jerk apart, and I release her lips, rolling over to see Mrs. Potts standing in the doorway.
Cat scrambles, leaning against the headboard and smoothing her hair. “Mrs. Potts.”
The older woman rolls her eyes. “You’re supposed to be making these beds, not rolling around in them, missy.”
Cat clears her throat. “Sorry.”
Mrs. Potts points a finger at me. “And you. You should be ashamed of yourself, young man.”
I grin. “Oh, I totally am.”
She tisks at me. “Don’t give me your sass.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She clucks her tongue. “Young people and their hormones. We’ve got a child here. Use some common sense. It’s bad enough I have to see that boy and Gwen all the time. Don’t make me scared to walk into some room, afraid I’m going to witness an orgy.”
I prop my head on my palm, resting my elbow on the bed. “I was just kissing her.”
“With your hand under her top.” Mrs. Potts nods. “I’ve got eyes.”
Cat crosses her arms over her chest. “We got it. Goodbye now.”
She shifts her razor-sharp focus to Cat. “Don’t give away the milk for free.”