Page 115 of The Recovery Coach
Livy tilted her head back and forth in an undecided gesture while she chewed a bite so big she couldn’t close her mouth.After she swallowed, she said, “Okay.He’s cute and funny, but there wasn’t enough kissing.”
Hazy’s jaw dropped.He swore Livy’s goal in life was to exasperate him.She was really fucking good at it.“Maybe he was being a gentleman.”
“Gentleman Schmentalman.”
Hazy took her empty bowl and set it aside his own.Livy leaned into him, and he wrapped his arms around her.“How about your date?How’d she measure up?”
Hazy tightened his hold on her so she couldn’t run away when he pissed her off.He held up a hand and tilted it in a so-so gesture.“Fine, I guess.She seemed nice.We had a lot to talk about.She’d get along great with my friends and family.”
“Then what’s wrong with her?”
He grinned.“Nothing iswrongwith her.It’s just...”
“Just what?”Livy asked, already glaring at him in outrage.
“I don’t know.She kind of looks like my sister.”He giggled, unable to contain his laughter at his own joke.
She let out an antagonized laugh and grabbed a couch pillow from behind her.She swung it hard, hitting him on the head.
“You asshole!”
For once he had managed to take her by surprise, and he reveled in the victory.Until she straddled him, pelting him with hits from the pillow.He managed to rip it from her hands and fling it across the room.Then he pinned her hands to her sides.She gasped, her eyes darkening with unmistakable desire.
All the blood in his body rushed to his dick.He went from zero to one hundred in under five seconds, and he saw the exact moment she realized it.She shifted her hips, and they both sucked in a breath.He let go of her wrists, giving her the option to stop, and she used the opportunity to grab his hands and place them on the smooth skin of her outer thighs.Then she placed her own palms on his chest and rolled her hips.
“Fuck, Livy,” he whispered on a shaky breath.
She kissed him, slow and gentle.Then she ran her thumbs over his nipples and slid against him again, shivering with the friction.She had total control, and he loved it.Loved that she felt comfortable enough to tease him.He slid his hands up her thighs and around to cup her ass, coaxing her into an intoxicating rhythm.
She lowered her forehead to his and whispered against his lips.“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you so fucking bad.So bad.It’s all I’ve thought about for weeks.I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come imagining you like this.”
She rewarded his good listening skills with a sloppy kiss.He’d been plotting ways to steal more kisses since the first time.It was happening sooner than anticipated, but he had no complaints.
What hewouldcomplain about is if somethingelsehappened sooner than anticipated.And if she kept up like this, it would.He kneaded her ass and kissed her until he couldn’t take it anymore.Then he lifted her hips away from him.
She whined in outrage.“Why are we stopping?”
“We’re not stopping, baby.I wouldn’t do that to you.”
He slid a hand up the inside of her thigh.How was she so fucking soft?His thumb grazed her clit over the fabric of her shorts.A few strokes there had her moaning and kissing him again.He moved his hand away from her clit to toy with the hem of her shorts.Her hips kept moving, her body searching for any possible attention where she needed it most.
He hooked a finger under her shorts.They were short enough that if she let him, he could push them aside.
He broke their kiss long enough to ask, “Can I?”
Livy kissed his cheeks, his jaw, his neck.“Yes.Please.”
She caught his earlobe between her teeth, slid her hands across his abs, and massaged his dick through his pants.Focusing on what he was doing with his own fingers let him enjoy it without worrying about embarrassing himself.
He shoved the tiny crotch of her short shorts and panties out of his way.His fingers met slick, wet heat.He moaned.Livy gasped.
“You’re soaking for me.”
She bit his neck as he explored her body.“Always am,” she panted into his ear.
His cock twitched, and she smiled against his skin.
