Page 39 of Good Time Boyfriend
I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers.
“Next time works.”
“Heath?” she asked, her voice soft.
I swallowed. “Yes?”
“Take me home?” she asked, before kissing me again.
Because it was about time, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
* * *
I didn’t remember the drive back to her place. I knew I drove the speed limit because getting pulled over with my cock so hard it was ready to burst probably wasn’t the best. We somehow made it, somehow got out of the car, and didn’t fall on top of each other as soon as we got inside. Instead, we stood in her living room, my hands in her hair, my mouth over hers as she raked her fingernails down my back.
“We can go slow. I swear. We don’t have to do this right now.”
“I swear to God, Heath. If you do not fuck me right now, you’re going to watch me finger myself. Like I said, I know how to get off. Just because I haven’t used a man to do it, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to get it done.”
“Fuck,” I growled, before I bent down and tossed her over my shoulder.
She let out a grunt of surprise as I smacked her ass and carried her down the hallway. I looked in one room, realized it was an office, then another that had to be a guest room. Finally, I found the master bedroom, stomped inside, and tossed her on the bed. She bounced a bit, her legs kicking in the air as she laughed.
“Well then, going all caveman?”
“Let’s get your pants off and see exactly how caveman I can get.”
“What are you going to do, bang me with your club?” she asked, and I burst out laughing.
“How many sex puns do you have waiting for this?”
“I’m very nervous, so I have a whole list of sex puns. It’s quite long.”
I rolled my eyes, before I pulled at her ankle.
She let out a squeal as I kissed her ankle over her jeans, and then worked on her boots.
“I wish these were sandals and you could just kick them off. Instead you have double knots on these fucking things.”
“I’d say we could keep them on and just shuck my jeans down, but I’m not sure that’s the sexiest thing in the world.”
The image of her on her hands and knees with my cock in her mouth and her shoes still on nearly sent me over the edge and I groaned.
“Oh, maybe another time.”
“Now I want to know what you’re thinking.”
When I told her, she sat up and groaned, tugging at my pants.
“Let’s get these off,” she said.
Somehow, I got her shoes off, and then I was kissing her again, hovering over her.
I tossed my shirt over my head, and when she sucked in a breath, I grinned.
“Whoa,” she whispered.
