Page 84 of Desperate Pucker
I hop up and make it to the kitchen on wobbly legs. I wet a paper towel, walk back over to Maddy, and clean up the mess I made on her pretty tits.
I take in the soft look in her eyes as she watches me. When I finish, I kiss her forehead.
“Best blowjob of my life.”
The way her eyes light up does something funny to my heart. “Really?” Her voice hitches up. She sounds so surprised and excited—like my praise means a lot to her.
“Ten thousand percent really.”
I kiss her lips, then pull her to lie on the couch with me. I wrap my arms around her, relishing the warmth and softness of her body.
“Hey, um, what you said earlier. When you said you fantasized about doing this with me.” She pauses. “Were you serious?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you been thinking about this since we were together in the elevator?”
I hold back for a second, remembering how she said she didn’t want to bring it up ever again. But she’s bringing it up now. Maybe it’s okay for me to admit this then.
“Yes. I have.”
She peers up at me, her eyes shy. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot too since then,” she says softly.
Relief washes over me. Then my cock stiffens because the thought of her fantasizing about me is hot as hell.
“I, um, would think about what you did to me in the elevator and use my vibrator…” She bites her lip, like she’s nervous to admit that.
I tilt her chin up and kiss her.
“You’re not bothered by that?”
I almost laugh. “Why would I be bothered?”
“I thought you’d think it was creepy that I fantasized about you.”
I shake my head. “Nope. It’s hot.”
Relief tinges her smile.
“I had to run to the nearest bathroom and jerk off after what we did in the elevator,” I say, feeling emboldened by what she just confessed.
Her brow lifts slightly. “You did?”
I nod. She bites back a smile. “That’s really sexy.”
“Is it?” I tease.
“Very.”
I grin down at her. “Look at us. A couple of creeps.”
She bursts out laughing and kisses me.
A minute later, my phone rings. She starts to turn around to look at the coffee table, but I tighten my hold on her.
“Leave it.”
It stops ringing. But then, less than a minute later, it starts up again.
