Page 54 of Boards & Betrayal

I cracked the eggs into a bowl and whisked them with practiced ease. Cooking wasn’t my forte, but how hard could scrambled eggs be?

The bacon sizzled in the pan, curling up at the edges as it cooked. I turned my attention to the eggs, pouring them into another pan and stirring them slowly. Everything seemed to be going well until I got distracted by a text.

I glanced at the name. Fucking Janet. It was too damn early for her bullshit. What the fuck could she want from me this damn early?

My hand slipped, knocking over the salt shaker and sending grains scattering across the counter.

“Damn it,” I muttered, trying to scoop up the mess while keeping an eye on both pans.

The bacon started smoking first. I grabbed a spatula and flipped it hurriedly, only to find half of it charred black. The eggs followed suit, sticking to the bottom of the pan and refusing to cooperate no matter how much I scraped.

A thick plume of smoke rose from the stove, triggering the smoke detector above. The shrill alarm pierced through the calm morning air, echoing off every wall.

“Shit!” I fumbled with a dishtowel, waving it under the detector in a futile attempt to silence it.

The sound of hurried footsteps thudding down the stairs made me look up just as Ally burst into the kitchen. She wore nothing but my shirt, her eyes wide with alarm and her hair a tousled mess.

“Thomas! What’s happening?” she exclaimed, scanning the room for any sign of danger.

“Just... breakfast gone wrong,” I admitted sheepishly, still flailing at the smoke detector with one hand while trying to turn off both burners with the other.

Ally rushed over, grabbing another towel and joining in my efforts to clear out the smoke. Her presence was both a relief and an embarrassment—I hadn’t intended to wake her like this.

We finally managed to clear enough smoke for the alarm to cease its relentless screeching. We stood there for a moment, catching our breath amidst ruined breakfast remnants scattered across the stove.

She glanced at me, her expression shifting from concern to amusement. “Well,” she said with a slight grin, “maybe we should just stick with coffee.” She burst into laughter, and it was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. It was like a melody cutting through the morning's chaos, making everything else fade away.

Without thinking, I pulled her into a passionate kiss. Her lips were warm and soft against mine, a perfect contrast to the lingering smoke and ruined breakfast. Her laughter subsided as she melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around my neck.

In one swift motion, I picked her up and set her on the dining table. The clatter of dishes momentarily broke our connection, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the feel of her beneath my hands.

"I have another meal I'd like," I murmured, spreading her legs gently. Her breath hitched at my words, a delicious tension filling the space between us.

"Oh, yeah?" she asked, her voice husky with anticipation.

I didn't answer. Instead, I slid her underwear down slowly, savoring the way she shivered at my touch. Her skin was warm and inviting, drawing me in like a magnet.

Dropping to my knees, I placed gentle kisses along her inner thighs before diving in. The taste of her drove me wild, and Ilost myself in the moment, devouring every inch of her with a hunger that had been building for far too long.

Her fingers tangled in my hair as she gasped and moaned above me, each sound fueling my desire to bring her even more pleasure.

She came undone beneath me, her body arching and trembling as she climaxed. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me closer as her breathless moans filled the kitchen. The sound of her release was intoxicating, a symphony of pleasure that resonated deep within me.

As she rode the waves of her orgasm, I rose to my feet, my lips still tingling from the taste of her. Ally's eyes were half-lidded, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she pulled me in for a kiss. Her mouth was hot and eager against mine, and she moaned softly at the taste of herself on my lips.

"Thomas," she breathed against my mouth, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.

I didn't need any more encouragement. With one swift motion, I positioned myself between her legs and slid my cock into her wet folds. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat and tightness of her body wrapping around me like a vise.

I began to move, thrusting into her with a steady rhythm that quickly grew more urgent. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure through both of us, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The table creaked beneath us, adding to the sounds that filled the room—the slap of skin against skin, the ragged breaths we shared, the low groans that escaped my lips.

Ally's hands roamed over my back, clutching at me desperately, as if trying to pull me even closer. Her hips met each thrust with equal fervor, driving me deeper into herwarmth. The intensity of our connection was almost too much to bear, a raw and primal need that consumed us both.

"God, you feel so good," I growled against her ear, my voice rough with desire.

She responded with a breathless moan, arching into me and tilting her head back in ecstasy. Her eyes locked onto mine, and in that moment, nothing else mattered—no past regrets or future uncertainties. All that existed was the here and now, the two of us lost in each other.

As I moved inside her, our rhythm grew more frantic, each thrust pushing us closer to the edge. Ally’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her nails digging into my back as she held on tight. The world narrowed down to the feel of her around me, the way our bodies fit together perfectly.

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