Page 63 of By Invitation Only
“Oh God…”
“If you’re not careful, I might just eat you for dinner.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
Removing my fingers, I used two of them to rub against her clit. The timer on the stove was counting down, like a ticking time bomb. Her breaths became pants, her knees starting to buckle beneath me. I held her up with my leg, still rubbing the spot that was on the verge of exploding. And then she did. Her hands clutched the counter, and she cried out as a rush of cum coated my fingers. I slowed my motion, our bodies still pressed together and my hand in her knickers.
“That was a good appetizer,” she finally said.
“Now it’s time for the main course.” I withdrew my hand and spun her in my arms and kissed the shit out of her.
My cock was throbbing against the zipper of my trousers, wanting to break free and seek warm, pussy shelter.
And then the timer on the stove buzzed.
Peyton tried to break free from me, but I didn’t let her. Instead, I kept her pinned to the counter, reached over and found the button to turn off the blood buzzing, and then I turned off the stove.
“Anything else needs to be turned off?”
She shook her head.
“Nothing’s in the oven or anything?”
“No,” she frowned. “Just the chicken on the stove, and I have salad in the fridge.”
“Good,” I stated and picked her up.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked, her legs going around my waist.
“Eating my dinner.”
She laughed. “What about the piccata?”
“Trust me, beautiful. I’m going to eat your home cooked meal. But first I’m going to eat you.”
“It’s going to be cold.”
I stopped walking and pulled my head back so I could look her in the eyes. “Are you telling me you don’t want this?”
She stared at me for a beat then shook her head. “No, I do. I just don’t want you to think I’m a horrible cook because we’ll have to reheat it.”
“I would never… say that to your face.” Peyton threw her head back and laughed as I smiled. “Just point me in the direction of your bedroom or dinner will really be cold.”
She turned a little in my arms and pointed at a door to the left of the hallway. Once we were in her room, I placed her on the bed and started removing her jeans completely. I tossed my shirt on the floor with her trousers and moved back to her. She spread her thighs, and I got a view of her pussy. Pre-cum coated the tip of my shaft.God, she was beautiful.Even with her T-shirt halfway up her stomach. I didn’t need to see all of her to know she was perfect.
I spread her, and my mouth followed, licking the arousal seeping from between her legs. Her back arched, and a moan slipping from her mouth as I felt her grip the sheets beneath us. Then I heard another moan that didn’t come from my girl. My head lifted, and I waited a moment to see if I would hear it again.
“What’s wrong?” Peyton asked.
“Yes! Yes, right there!”
I turned my head to the wall behind Peyton’s headboard. The wall I assumed was her neighbor’s wall too.
“Ahh,” Peyton groaned, and I turned back to her. “He would be getting busy right now!”
“Who?” I asked, though I already knew.
“My neighbor, Sam. Usually he waits until Friday and/or Saturday night. I’m not sure if I’ve ever heard him on a Monday.”
