Page 20 of Big Pucking Deal
Big hands grip my waist and spun around and plopped right onto the cold countertop. Joaquín yanks me towards the edge and pushes my legs open, coming to rest right between them.
“Jolie, I’m a growing boy. I need to eat. Are you going to deprive me of the nutrients that will fuel my body? This is my only day off and then I have to leave tomorrow. I just need to get my fill so I don’t starve over the next week.”
I rest my arms on his shoulders and bring my nose to touch his. “I’ll feed you later. But right now, I need to finish actual food.” I try to push on his chest so that I can hop down, but he’s bigger and stronger than me and he doesn’t budge an inch.
“I don’t think so, woman. I’m not moving until you give me a little taste.” His hands creep up my shirt and he rolls his thumbs over my taut nipples.
My head falls back and I moan when a zing heads straight towards my pussy that is weeping to give him that taste he so badly wants. My shirt is stretched wide as he dips his head under and latches his mouth to my breast.
I arch my back, pushing my throbbing breast into his hungry mouth, and he tries to suck me all in. One hand grips my lonesome breast, and the other slides down and dips in my shorts. I roll my hips, needing more than just a ghost touch and his fingers connect with my dripping seam.
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Jordan’s screeching voice has us yanking away from one another, and the elastic band on my shorts snaps at my skin, causing me to wince. “I think we need some house rules. Rule number one, no public displays of affection when I’m around.”
He tosses his keys in the bowl on the kitchen counter and stomps his way to the fridge, throwing the door open and reaching inside for a beer.
“You can’t make that rule. What, do you want us to stand six feet apart at all times, too?” Joaquín turns to face him, still between my legs but with his back to me.
Jordan pops the top on the bottle and brings it to his mouth before saying, “Yeah. That would be great.” He smiles and takes a long pull
“Nuh uh. You can’t enforce a rule like that. I don’t live here, Jo is out of town half the time, and you’re at the arena most days. Sometimes all we have is time together when the three of us are together.” I wrap my arms around Joaquín and bring my chin to rest on his shoulder.
“I don’t want to see the shit that I just walked in on. I shouldn’t be afraid to walk in my home, fearful I might catch an eyeful ofsomething I donotwant to see. The thought of it makes me want to vomit.”
“Gee thanks, you big jerk,” I tell him, sticking my tongue out and throwing him the finger.
“Okay, how about this?” Joaquín leans further back and wraps his hands around my arms. “When you’re here, we will keep the PDA to a minimum. Hands on top of clothes, no porn tongue, and no descriptive talk. But I will hug and kiss her and not feel guilty about it.”
“Clothes on at all times. I don’t want to hear a damn noise. If I hear anything that sounds like a, a you know what–”
“Orgasm. Moan. Cry. Spanking.” Joaquìn interjects.
Jordan visibly shakes and closes his eyes. “Yeah. That. I’m packing my shit and moving out.”
“Well then the same goes for you,” I retort. “If you’re bringing hookups back here, then I don’t want to hear or see anything. The street goes two ways buddy.”
His arm slowly drops as does his jaw and he looks from me to Joaquín, trying to determine if I’m being serious. Joaquín crosses his arms over his chest and nods his head with a “Mhm.”
He rolls his eyes with a sigh and says, “Fine. Just be cool, okay?”
“How about we all be courteous and respectful of each other?”
Jordan and Joaquín keep their eyes locked on one another and echo, “Okay.”
“Good. Now that we’ve settled that, dinner is ready. Can y’all set the table and I’ll finish the gravy?”
Jordan’s eyes grow large and a smile creeps along his face. “Did you make what I think you made?”
“Yup. Granny’s meatloaf and mashed taters. And I’m starving so hurry it up.”
The three of us smile and fall into a rhythm just like old times.
We lay in the bed after a night of dinner and tv watching and play som high stakes poker, where I flaunted my skills and ended up winning the pot. All fifty gummy bears. And after eating half of them, I ended up with a stomach ache.
“Feeling better, Bunny?” Joaquín asks after he’s rubbed soothing circles against my aching tummy.
“Much. But I know of something that would make it feel even better.” I wag my brows at him and that glorious crooked grin that does so many things to my body appears .
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
