Page 51 of Roleplay at Randy's
“Elias,” I breathe, and his full name seems to get his attention. He swirls his tongue around my spent dick, giving it a languid suck before pushing to his feet.
“You okay?”
I nod, face flushing impossibly darker. “I think someone's here.”
He tilts his head, listening, but his fingers are still playing. Drawing circles on my skin, stroking my thighs as they quiver, as my whole body becomes one live wire.
“Ah.” He clicks his tongue, having heard the same thing I did, but doesn't appear to be in any rush to get us out of here. “Don't worry about it. If it's important, they’ll call.”
I can't say I'm on board with his logic, but I'm also holding myself together with jelly and euphoria.
Just as he cups my face in his hand and brings our lips together, his phone dings from where it got tossed to the floor in our passion.
His brows dip, and he manages to locate the phone and retrieve it all while keeping a hand on me—as if I'm going anywhere.
Brown eyes wide in surprise, his expression turns sheepish. He cups my cheek in one of his warm palms and kisses me on the lips.
“Correction, we have company.”
Before I can ask, his phone rings, and he instantly accepts and puts the call on speaker.
“Before you yell, you should know I have Matty with me.”
I furrow my brow, but his lazy, amused smile eases some of the apprehension.
“Cute.”
I know that voice: it’s Lee’s sister. I flush a deep red all over. Every inch of my body feels hot and exposed.
“Put some clothes on and open the damn door, little brother.”
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My glare meetsMiya’s smirk across the coffee table while the sound of Cal’s tablet plays in the background. Matty is in the kitchen making lunch, and I’d already scowled at him for running away as soon as my sister and I had walked through the door with Cal after picking him up.
“You couldn’t even wait a couple of days.” Miya grins wider as she sips from her paper coffee cup. “Not that I blame you. That boy is H-O-T.”
That boy is also too adorable for my heart; From where I’m sitting, I can see him moving around the kitchen playfully dancing to the music on his phone.
“I’m happy for you,” Miya says, setting her cup down and folding her hands in her lap. “He agreed to come to the wedding, right?”
I hate having to break my gaze from Matty and focus it back on my sister, because as soon as I do the nerves start sinking back in.
“Consider it a date.”
That only makes her smugness worse. “So, I can finallyadd you to the bi-agenda, right? I’m sure I’ve got a welcome card somewhere.”
I toss one of the throw pillows at her, and she laughs hard enough that Cal claps excitedly from across the room. He loves his aunt to death.
“I can’t believe that you decideda monthbefore your wedding that you and Roxy needed some space.”
She shakes her head. “Not space in that sense. We decided that as sweet as this wedding shit is, we want to rock the boat a little. We want to bedesperateto get our hands on each other for the honeymoon. And we have deduced that as long as we are under the same roof, that isn’t happening.”
“Gotcha. I’m being used as some form of kinky foreplay for my sister and her wife. Good times.”
I know a thing or two about that kind of desperation. My sister’s arrival interrupted mine and Matty’s right in the middle of us caving to the desire.
