Page 93 of Happy Hour

I’m not sure if it was being covered in sticky sweets that made this seem so much more intense or if it was just being with him over these past few weeks that was intense.

Every day, every single minute of the goddamn day, I felt myself falling deeper in love, if that were even possible, with this man.

I could feel a shudder rise deep within. It started at my feet, settling in my tummy, passing through me in waves. I knew I was panting, embarrassingly so but couldn’t make myself care.

“Oh god, Jameson...I...” I couldn’t even form the words.

With a growl that bordered on a roar, he was up my sticky banana split body and sliding inside me with determined thrusts. I thought he was going to come by the way he was moving but instead he pulled out, sat back on his heels to look at me, my banana split now covering his chest and stomach.

“I want to try something.” He said pulling me up with him.

We slipped a few times because Christ, there was a lot of whip cream. Jameson had become slightly carried away when the whip cream was out.

Once standing, he turned me around and bent me over the counter.

Hot damn.

Reaching for both my hands, he placed them securely on the edge of the counter in front of me.

“You’re gonna want to hold on for this.” He advised, his breath blowing across my shoulder. “Jesus you’re sexy.”

I giggled feeling him part my legs with his own, his camshaft positioned for insertion. His hands traveled up my arms and over my shoulders where he stopped and pulled my hair to the side so he could place kisses down my neck.

Jameson’s strong hands then traveled down my back and came to rest on my tattooed ass. Reaching between us, he slipped himself in, his hands gripping my ass tightly.

I think this is my new favorite position.

I looked around for a mirror but no such luck, so I looked over my shoulder back at him.

The moment I looked back at him over my shoulder, his eyes darkened and he lost it,completelylost it. His head fell back; his eyes fell closed as a “Fuck Sway” fell from his honey chocolate jazzled lips.

Slumping forward against me; his arms wrapped around my waist. “Sorry...I lost it when you looked back at me.” He panted.

“It’s okay. That wasamazing...” I went to turn around to face him but slipped and once again fell to the ground.

Thankfully, Jameson had already pulled out because Christ, we could have lost some important parts that way.

There we both were, lolling on the tile floor, covered in sticky sweet and laughing at each other.

“Should we clean this up?” he asked, motioning to the mess around the kitchen as he licked some chocolate from my finger.

“Probably, but—” I began but was interrupted by the sound of the garage door opening.

Jameson and I both gaped at each other in horror that we were naked, covered in sticky sweets, in his parent’s kitchen.

This by far transcends anything that’s happened in the last two weeks.

Jameson luckily reacted first reaching for clothes in any way he could, throwing my shirt and jeans at me, screw the underwear.

I went to put the shirt on when I realized the funbags were still covered in chocolate syrup.

Shit.

While I was trying to wipe them off Jameson stopped me. “Fuck Sway, just put your damn shirt on.” he snapped staring down at the funbags in all their chocolate glory.

“I’m covered in syrup and my tank top is white.” My eyes focused on his camshaft. It wasveryobvious what we had just been doing. “It’ll just soak right through my shirt.”

“Doesn’t matter!” his voice was frantic. “they are opening the door. Put your shirt on and stop staring at me.”

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