Page 54 of Character Flaws
Chapter Twenty
Theo
I’ll be your boy toy
I wake to find the spot beside me in bed empty and I hear muffled one-sided conversation coming from the living room.
The tone of Joey’s voice indicates she’s not happy. It’s snarky with a little bite.
I actually enjoyed that bite last night.
It had been months – no, maybe close to a year – since I’d had really great sex. As things began to die off between me and Alyssa, our sex life withered away, too. She was always tired, or stressed or not even around – always out with some friends or studying at the library. So, I became reacquainted with my hand. A lot.
Sad, but true.
And while my hand was quite familiar with how I like it, it was nothing close to how it felt with Joey last night.
Just thinking about night last night has me hard as a door knob.
I pull back the sheet and look down at my cock, who is very much awake and proudly waving good morning.
God, I hope Joey finishes up soon and returns to bed.
Hoping to incentivize her, I get out of bed and walk into the living room, where I find her sitting on the couch with her head cradled in her hands, the phone dangling from her fingertips.
“Hey,” I say, my voice a little too loud for the stillness in the room, inadvertently startling her.
Her head jerks up and her eyes flash with alarm. But then her face transforms with a smirk as her gaze takes a tour down my torso and between my legs. Her blush is beautiful and sensual, her eyes alight with mischief.
And the weight of her stare on my crotch has my boy preening and flaunting himself.
“Well good morning, handsome,” she purrs.
She places the phone down on the coffee table as I stalk toward her until I’m standing at her side.
“You know there has to be some joke lingering around in this scenario, right?”
I waggle my eyebrows, taking my dick in hand. “If you say it’s something about eating sausage for breakfast, I’d argue it’s no joke.”
She leans her head and shoulders back against the couch as I bend my body over her, placing my lips on hers. My fingers trace the edge of the t-shirt that’s ridden up past her belly, and I slide underneath to cup her soft, warm breast.
I didn’t spend nearly enough time on her breasts last night. They are absolutely perfect – a handful or more. But in the dark of night, I wasn’t able to examine them as closely as I’d wanted.
I feel it’s my duty as her lover to know exactly what they look like, in the event I’m ever asked to identify them in a line-up.
What? It could happen.
I lift the t-shirt with one hand up to her collarbone, my other hand planted on the couch next to her head. I sigh and then scowl.
“This is exactly what I was afraid of…”
She lifts her brows in question. “What?”
“Your nipples,” I begin before I take a swipe at the rosy colored bud, lathering it with my tongue. “It’s a good thing I’m here. They are needy little things. What on earth did you ever do before me?”
She laughs, and her breasts jiggle with humor. I cup her breast and bring it to my mouth again, sucking, licking, nipping.
She moans. “I don’t know…but you can keep doing that…so good.”
