Page 13 of Crash
The smell of waffles, eggs, and bacon fill the air and stir my senses. Turning over, I peer at the screen on my phone to check the time before rolling onto my back. Last night was an amazing, albeit physically draining, time. Normally, you would get to know each other, but we already do. We know each other’s birthday, family background, schools, everything you would discover when you first meet someone. So, where does this leave us? Is this a one-and-done thing?
“Hey, sleepyhead. I made breakfast, and you were supposed to be asleep so I could wake you up. I had a whole thing planned,” she says, as she hands me the serving tray loaded with the much-needed carb replenishment.
“Well, I can fake sleep if you want me to.” I bite into a piece of bacon and take a swallow of juice.
“Nah, the moment’s passed. You had to be there.”
The sound of her giggles makes my dick twitches.
“By the way, I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed one of your shirts after my shower. My clothes are so non-relaxing, and I didn’t want to get dressed until you were ready to take me home.” She stands, grabs her bag, and takes out clothes for the day.
“My shirts never looked better,” I responded, while eyeing her every move.
She turns and smiles at me. “You know, talk like that can get me out of this faded, worn, gray EMT shirt and back in your bed…naked.”
“Well, I did say Tessa was on my breakfast menu.” I place the tray on the floor, using a napkin to cover the food.
She saunters towards me, and I watch those smooth, toned legs make strides and can’t help but think about them being perched on my shoulders again. She pulls the sheet back, exposing my naked form before sitting on me and slowly grinding her hips.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I coyly ask, repositioning myself under her to where my head nestles against her opening.
“Serving you breakfast in bed as requested.”
She extracts my phone from my nightstand, opens my music app, and playsWake Upby Travis Scott. The song is a perfect add-on to the night we had. Her mouth finds my collarbone, and her tongue follows the trail leading up my neck and just below my earlobe. I blindly search inside the drawer for protection when I recall we used the last one early this morning.
“Tessa.”
She bites me on my earlobe then moves down to my chest. “What?” she responds.
“I can’t do this. I mean, I can, but I need to make a run first.”
“Oh, yeah. That. I could…” She suggestively sucks on my earlobe, her tongue working in, out, and around my canal.
“No, Tessa. I don’t want you to do—that.” My eyes close while her hands softly caress my shaft, slowly stroking it.
She attempts to move down my body and ease her way to my dick, but I lie flat on my mattress and lift her, positioning her sweet pussy on my mouth.
“Austin,” she moans.
Her hips gyrate in sensual circles, and I take my thumb and tenderly rub on her clit. With each motion she moans a little louder, and it excites me even more. I use my free hand to pleasure myself, fondling it to the point of near eruption.
“Hey, bro. Where’s Tessa?” my sister calls from the living room. Forever the cock-blocker. I’m sure she has no idea what’s going on beyond the hallway.
Tessa hops off of my face. “I’m in here,” she answers, as she scrambles to appear normal and not fresh from a tongue-fucking.
I pick up the tray of food and begin to eat while Tessa snuggles next to me and picks at the plate.
“Am I interrupting something?” Courtney says, when she walks into my room to find us in bed together.
“If I said yes, would you leave?” I reply sarcastically.
“Not a chance in hell. So, you two bump uglies?”
“Do you have to be so vulgar?”
“What do you want me to say? Did you two make love?” She flutters her eyelashes in a cutesy, sick manner.
“Courtney, you’ll be proud to know that your brother broke my fucking back, put me back together, and then broke it once more,” Tessa answers, then takes a long gulp of water.
