Page 23 of Body Checking
Her sweet face turns red and she whispers, “Oh. Um. I don’t have anything of mine and
kinda need…stuff.”
“Then I’ll stay at yours. My mug is already there and I don’t need anything to sleep in. I
may need to borrow some toothpaste so I can finger brush my teeth, but other than that, I’m good. Problem solved.”
With a laugh and a shake of her head, she says, “Fine. Sleepover at my place, it is. C’mon Hamlin. Let’s go.”
She squeezes my hand and begins dragging me towards the exit. Well, she isn’t so much dragging me as I am stalling because I want to see her glorious ass move in those tight as sin jeans.
We pass by a table of women about the age of Maren and we overhear one say, “I’ll never understand why hot men date girls likethat. Is it like, they started dating before she blew up and now they have to stay with her because he’ll look like a dick if he leaves because she’s fat?”
The table giggles and I see red. I slow in my steps and Maren looks at me and shakes her head, tears building in her beautiful eyes. No way.Fuck that. I skid to a stop and pull Maren to me, throwing my arm around her waist.
“What do guys likemesee in women likeher? It’s simple. Beauty. Confidence. Happiness. Intelligence. My woman radiates more sexiness than you and all your little friends combined. When you go home tonight, think about the fact that while you’re laying your skinny ass alone in bed,she’ll be getting the life fucked out of her ten ways to Sunday. Someone is going to scream for God and I can guarantee it won’t be you.”
I pull Maren after me as we exit, her feet stumbling to keep up. When we’re on the sidewalk I tell her, “I’m sorry sweetheart. That just really pis–”
The words are stolen right out of me when she grabs my face and kisses me like we’re the only ones who exist. My eyes are shocked still for only a moment before I melt into her. My arms are wrapped around her waist with my hands splayed on her ass. She purrs and my dick twitches.
We separate and she breathes, “How fast can you drive?”
I hope the smile that spreads slowly across my face conveys just how much trouble she’s in for.
I'VE NEVER been so thankful that I didn’t wear my Spanx as I am tonight. How much of a fucking damper on the mood would that be if I had to tell Cade to give me a few minutes so I can climb out of those fuckers?
We stumble through my front door and I kick off one shoe, hobbling as I try to pull off the other. My purse hits the floor with a thud and Cade flips the button on my jeans like he’s trying to break a world record. I finally free my foot from my other shoe and I start to direct us towards my bedroom.
Cade pulls me towards the living room and I mumble against his mouth, “My bedroom is upstairs.”
“We’ll get there, baby. We’re going to do a fucking tour of your house. First stop, the couch.” He takes one step back and rips his sweater over his head and I’m pretty sure I’m in heaven.
His chest is defined and thick. He’s not a young guy with lean muscle like most twenty-something men. This isall man. Thick and strong and glorious. The ink that swirls over his chest and crawls up his shoulder, ending just at his neck, looks perfect for running my tongue across. Like a road map of pure sin.
I yank him by his belt buckle towards me and work it undone. I summon all the powers of all the men on thirst trap videos and whip it from his jeans like a dominatrix. The belt cracks and a sexy crooked grin sends a roll of shivers down my spine. My nipples turn so hard it’s painful.
He begins to wiggle my jeans over my hips and suddenly I’m self conscious and rethinking what we’re about to do.
“Hold on. Wait,” I tell him.
“If you are about to tell me anything about your body, you better stop that shit right now. Those bitches at the restaurant were vile and full of pure envy. I love your body, Maren. The curves, the kind real women have, are sexy as fuck. I want to bury my face between your thighs and die there. Now shut that pretty mouth of yours and get these clothes off because if I don’t fuck you soon, death may be a very real possibility.”
My chest heaves and my heart soars with his words, and the doubts vanish. At least for now.
I help him until I’m down to a pair of black lace underwear. He looks at me up and down and shakes his head likehe can’t believe what he’s seeing. I hope it’s a good thing. I want so badly for him to see past my flaws.
“Goddammit,” he growls, then latches onto one nipple and rolls the other between two fingers.
I moan and throw my head back, growing damp between my legs. His thick fingers dig into my tender breast, no doubt leaving red finger imprints behind. I lean back against the couch, bracing myself as Cade continues to lick and suck on me.
“I’m undressed but what about you? Are you going to slide out of those jeans, coach?” He raises a cocky brown at me then flips the button, pulls the zipper down, and pushes them over his hips, letting them fall and puddle at his ankles.
My flirty smile falters when I see that he isn’t wearing underwear, and his thick pierced cock bobs free. I swallow, the lump feeling like a 747 as it slowly goes down, thinking about the damage that monster could do.
He grips the base and pumps it twice, then takes my hand in his and places it in the same place. With his hand covering mine, he guides me, stroking up and down his thick shaft. My eyes stayed glued to the mushroomed head and I wonder if I stacked my hands, one on top of the other, if it would consume the entire length. My guess is not.
My eyes fixate on the silver U ring that is pierced through the tip. I know it’s called a Prince Albert from seeing pictures, but I’ve never actually witnessed it in real life. I want to touch it, flick it with my tongue, and feel the way it will rub against my walls.
