Page 87 of Never Will I Ever

Shoving my rambling thoughts to the side, I pluck the snacks from his hands while he continues his search, and set them on the counter. “Grab me something too while you’re still looking.”

“Anything in particular?”

“Whatever works. I’m not picky.”

I lean back against the cabinets and watch him fumble around the shelves some more. He’s like a kid on Christmas morning right now, and it’s kind of adorable. Adorable in a weird, I-wanna-bend-you-over-and-fuck-you-where-you-stand kinda way.

I try not to let my thoughts run away with that idea, but it’s proving rather difficult when Avery’s ass is staring me in the face while he continues scrounging up snacks. Adding a view like this to the teasing from earlier, and my dick is already rock solid and begging for attention.

A fact which Avery remains oblivious to until I can’t fucking take it anymore.

I step forward, closing the already small amount of space between us, until my chest brushes against his back.

“Finding anything good?” I murmur before pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.

One hand lands on his hip and skims along his waistband, circling to the front before slowly dipping inside. His head falls back, landing on my shoulder when my nails scrape against the smattering of hair leading to his dick before retreating.

I repeat the process a few times, inching closer to his cock with every dip my hand makes into his pants but never quite gettingthere.

“Fuck,” he whispers, already rocking his hips. “What are you doing?”

The question comes out thick with lust, alerting me that he knows exactly what I’m doing. But if he wants to play that game, fine by me. I’m more than happy to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Oh, baby.” I tsk, continuing my torment. “Did you already forget the promise I made you earlier? About making you pay for how fucking hard you made me, only to not do anything about it?”

He glances over his shoulder at me, blue eyes lit ablaze with desire. “Believe me, I didn’t forget.”

A filthy smirk tugs at my lips.

Good.

My mouth finds his throat, and I slowly lick a path up to his ear while hooking my thumb into his waistband. I take my time dragging the fabric down just past his perfect ass, enjoying his sharp intake of breath once he’s exposed to me.

Reaching between us, I brush one finger over his crease, barely touching his skin while moving it from the base of his spine all the way down to the back of his upper thigh. It has the desired effect when he arches back for more, but each time he does, I quickly pull away.

The way he seeks my touch now is something of an addiction for me. Torturing him with feather-light caresses and the faintest brush of skin on skin sets my libido into hyperdrive, and I’ve even gone as far as turning it into a weapon.

Edging him to the brink of insanity before finally giving him what he wants.

Which should happen in just a few—

“Kaleb, please,” he pants. “I need more.”

Perfect.

My gaze flashes up into the pantry, taking stock of the items lining the shelves until I find something, literally anything, that might work as—

Gotcha.

With one hand, I reach above Avery’s head and snatch the neck of the glass bottle labeled “olive oil” from the shelf. Using my thumb, I twist the cap off and let it fall to the floor before looking back at Avery.

“Ass out and forearms on the shelf, baby.” Dragging my fingers down his spine until I reach his ass, I spread his cheeks apart and whisper, “And fair warning, this might get messy.”

He glances over his shoulder like I’ve lost my goddamn mind, but damn if he doesn’t follow my lead anyway, adjusting until he’s in the position I’ve requested.

Bottle of olive oil still in my other hand, I slowly tip the opening toward his crease. The tinted liquid spills onto his skin seconds later, slipping between his cheeks.

“Shit,” he mutters, his back and shoulders stiffening at the contact.

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