Page 17 of Too Safe

“Ridiculously horny,” he counters, angling in to capture my lips in a hot, sloppy kiss. “And already craving another taste,” he murmurs into my mouth as he fiddles with the jeans I just buttoned.

“Nuh-uh.” I pull away and scrape my nails down his bare chest. “Your turn.”

I spin, trading positions. Or rather, he lets me guide his body backward. Then I push him against the counter I was just propped on. I pepper his chest in kisses, wishing for more than the dim track lighting in this pantry so I can properly appreciate his chest piece.

Sinking to my knees, I sweep my hair over one shoulder and ogle him as he pushes down his pants.

He pulls out his cock, already stiff in his hand, and gives it a few lazy strokes. I tip forward, kissing along his hip bone the same way he teased me.

I fully intend to lick a path along his happy trail. But I falter when my tongue passes over something warm, smooth, and distinctly metallic tasting.

I crane back and squint, then tilt my head to search his face.

“Pubic piercing,” he supplies without prompting. “Wait ’til you feel it on your clit the first time you sink down on my cock.”

Fuck. Me.Literally. Please. Like, right now.

I’m torn between sucking him into my mouth and rising to my feet so I can climb him like a tree. I’ve never even heard of a pubic piercing, but there it is—a barbell affixed above the base of his dick. I can only imagine what it feels like when he’s buried to the hilt.

My thighs clench with desire. I’m consumed by a fiery heat that’s going to take so much more than one encounter to quell.

Focusing my attention on the task at hand, I wrap my lips around him and hollow my cheeks. Then I get to work, enthusiastically bobbing on his cock, working him deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat. I gag but swallow again and will my throat to relax. I’m still inches away from his piercing, but I’ve got my target squarely in sight.

“Fuck yeah, Joey,” he murmurs, weaving a hand through my hair.

The way he says my name only spurs me on more.

I pop off and grin up at him, fully prepared to deep throat him again.

But then the space is flooded with light. Blinding, disruptive light.

“What the fuck, man?” Locke barks out while cupping the side of my face to shield my eyes.

An indistinguishable grunt sounds behind me.

Locke’s cock is in my hand, and my mouth is less than an inch from the tip. It’s beyond obvious what we’re doing.

In my periphery, a shadow overtakes the harsh light, drawing my attention. I glance up and just about fall over and die when I meet the eyes of the gorgeous, gruff jock who also lives here. He’s the one who called me Ohio.

Kendrick, maybe?

We lock eyes, and his scowl remains firmly in place as he glares down at me. Finally,fucking finally, the side of his mouth tilts up. He gives me a barely there smirk, essentially dismissing me as he reaches over my head and grabs something off a shelf.

I watch, horrified, as he rips open the corner of a protein bar with his teeth.

“Cap’s looking for you,” he tells Locke in a low, even drawl. His voice is a deep bass, all smooth and sexy in a way that makes my pussy clench.

Which makes this whole scenario all the more horrifying.

He ducks out as quickly as he appeared and slams the door closed behind him.

Locke puffs his cheeks and sighs, muttering something that sounds likeunbelievableunder his breath.

He regards me with disappointment, offering a hand to help me to my feet. “Time’s up, Hot Girl.”

Once I’m upright, I gape, equally confused and pissed off at the interruption as he puts his dick back in his pants.

“That’s it? Crusade sends for you, and we’re done?”

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