Page 86 of Remade

Ripples of pleasure pulsed through me, only intensifying whenever he clenched down around me. He may have gotten better at composing himself at work, but I fucking loved how expressive he was for me. I saw how the pain and pleasure flitted across his face and made him beg for more.

With my free hand, I stroked his cock tightly but unhurriedly, and it didn’t take long for his begging to grow urgent. That was when he started whimpering and clinging to me.

“Will you take every drop I give you?” I murmured, out of breath.

“Always,” he moaned. “Please—I need it.”

I peered down between us, and I picked up the pace. Alex was already up. I could hear the cartoons coming from the living room.

Leighton gasped and threw his head back, and it was as if his orgasm came out of nowhere. Before I knew it, come spurted out of his cock, and it triggered me too. I gnashed my teeth, fucked him as hard as I could, and rubbed his release all over his cock.

His breathless whimpers threw me over, and the bliss crashed down on me. I groaned under my breath and clenched my jaw as I came deep inside him.

Jesus fucking Christ.

If there was one thing I’d discovered living with Leighton, it was that we didn’t need an abundance of furniture nobody used, trinkets, or shit on the walls. We had some, obviously. My sister was relentless. She’d been offended we didn’t have drapes before. But…fuck it. That nonsense had mattered to previous girlfriends; they’d said they wanted their homes to be full of character and memories. And I understood the concept of it. It wasn’t as if I minded it when something new ended up on our walls, usually at the request of Alex. But what it boiled down to…I didn’t need it. The relationship I had with Leighton breathed life into every room we entered, so I didn’t care where we spent the night or where we ate our supper. This little fucknut—and Alex—had become my home, as cheesy as it sounded.

I collapsed on top of him, and our hearts hammered in unison.

I swallowed dryly.

Then I shivered when he gently brushed his fingers across my back.

“Goddamn,” he whispered.

I nodded into the curve of his neck, and I kissed him there.

“Let’s shower,” he muttered.

“You go first.” I yawned and pulled out of him slowly.

“Or we shower together?” He frowned.

I smirked a little and bent down to kiss his knee. “We know how that goes. My ma will be here in half an hour.”

We were never on time when we showered together.

Leighton grinned slyly and pushed himself up on his elbow. “We can be quick.”

I laughed. “No, we fuckin’ can’t.” I smacked his thigh. “You go first since you’re stepping out.”

“Mouse, come eat breakfast!” I hollered.

Thick-cut bacon, eggs, steamed broccoli, and grilled tomato halves had become our regular breakfast, but Alex wanted her blueberry yogurt too. Milk for her, coffee for us. Well, with a fuck-ton of creamer and sugar in Leighton’s.

I carried the last shit over to our table, right in time for Leighton to return with my birthday donuts.

“Look at the one I got you, baby,” he chuckled and opened the lid. “It had to be a unicorn.”

I peered inside and laughed. Alex would get a kick out of that. She’d get her jelly donut; Leighton preferred regular glazed, and I wanted to be surprised. This one had chocolate icing and some unicorn built out of marshmallows.

“Perfect.” I grinned and tightened the towel around my hips. “Alex!”

“Oh my gosh, I’m coming! You don’t have to yell!”

Leighton and I exchanged a look. What were the odds of her new phase being over by the time we came home in a week or two?

Leighton set the donuts on our table and eyed Alex as she entered the kitchen. “You’re gonna be fun when you become a teenager, brat.”

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