I hear a shuffle of feet and quickly end the call with Lake. Lily pokes her head in with a questioning glance at me. She walks in as I set the phone on the desk.
“Who were you on the phone with?”
“Just a guy from one of my classes. I’m giving him a copy of my notes for a class.” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue, and I hate myself a little more for how easily it slides from my lips.
She narrows her gorgeous blue eyes on me, and I can tell she doesn’t believe me. She isn’t one to nag though, and she trusts me, so she drops it. I let my eyes wander down her body; she’s standing in front of me in her tiny pajama shorts and a cropped tank top, no bra or panties.
My dick immediately stands at attention. Her body is exquisite, a feast for my eyes, lips, and hands. I often think about how lucky I am to have her. There are so many times I fucked up, so many awful things I said to her. I could spend the rest of my life groveling before her and still not feel like I deserve her. Not that I will ever let her go, she’s fucking mine, deserved or not. I pull her to me and set her on the edge of the desk.
“How are you feeling?” I run my hands up her inner thighs. “We didn’t hurt you with tickles, did we?”
“I’m fine,” she rolls her eyes at my question. “You only ask me a hundred times a day if I’m okay. I haven’t had any pain in weeks.” She runs her fingers through my hair. “I’m not going to break.”
“What were you and Griff talking about while I was up here?” I ask, switching gears.
“Levi’s proposal to Ivy this weekend. I’ve got a list of stuff to get for the set up. He and Griff have fixed up the dock and one of the cabins. Ivy’s going to love it.” She slides off the desk and into my lap.
“We’re all getting engaged.” Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine. “I feel like we should try to set Griff up or something. He needs a person, too.”
“He would hate that.” I shake my head. “He doesn’t need us messing around in his love life. Plus, he’s so secretive I’m not even sure what type of partner he would want. Gender doesn’t even matter to him.”
“It’s too bad Z is all settled down,” she says half-jokingly. “Actually, that wouldn’t have worked. Z isn’t submissive enough for Mr. Dominance upstairs.”
“Truth,” I smile at her, flashing my dimples. “Let’s stop talking about our friends.” I lean forward and kiss her neck while my hand moves under her tank top.
I love her body, almost as much as I love her soul. I smile against her neck as her head falls back. It doesn’t matter how fucked life is for either of us, our bodies are so connected, so in tune with each other that nothing matters beyond this.
“Am I eating that delicious pussy here on the desk, or are we going to the bedroom?” I whisper.
“A working dinner is definitely in order,” she says as she unbuckles my belt.
I slide her shorts off, and my dick twitches at the sight of her bare pussy. I set her on the edge of the desk and push her legs wide open. Her pupils are blown out with desire as she squirms, waiting for me. Playing with her sounds fun, so I slowly run my finger through her already soaked slit, deliberately avoiding her clit.
Her icy blue eyes narrow in annoyance when I give her my signature smirk. I continue my slow tease of every part of her except where she’s aching. She lets out of the sweetest moan when I finally slide my fingers inside her and pump them in and out a couple times until they’re completely coated in her juices.
“Open.” I slide them in her mouth for her to suck clean and taste how sweet she is. My cock is straining against the denim of my jeans while I watch her cheeks hollow around my fingers. Her lips pop off them as I pull them out of her mouth.
We have a mini stare down, both of us too stubborn to give in first.
“I was told I was on the menu,” she grabs me by the hair and pulls my face to her pussy. One of her legs swings over my shoulder, holding me close while she strips her tank top off.
One of my hands goes to work on her nipples while I use my other to finger fuck her. My tongue slips between her folds and zeros in on her clit. After years of being together, I know exactly what she likes, what she loves, and what makes her cum all over my face. I’m going for the latter tonight; I want to hear her scream for me.
I keep pumping my fingers, hitting her g-spot with each stroke. I switch between circling her clit and long, hard licks with my tongue. When I feel her start to ride my face, I spread open and suck her clit into my mouth. She falls back onto the desk, her beautiful tits heaving as she yells my name. I keep going straight through her quivering, messy orgasm. When I pull away, I feel her arousal drip down my chin.
The top of my dick has worked its way out of the top of my pants. I’m so fucking hard all I can think about sliding into the that sweet pussy. I hurriedly push my pants down to my thighs and line up at her entrance.
I grip her hips and slam into her, pulling more moans of ecstasy from her lips. She wraps her legs around my waist and cups her tits
