“Right now if you want,” Iris said. “I’ve been living in Callum’s room anyway.”
She had. When she was home. Which hadn’t been much since she’d been working so much over the last week.
A week ago, I’d asked her if she wanted to go on a family vacation with me in a few weeks, and she’d said yes, and immediately started to make plans to have those days off, which included switching flights with friends to enable herself to be off for a week and a half.
Lindy backed out of the room and said, “I’ll go start packing.”
We waited for her bedroom door to close before Iris all but tackled me.
Luckily, I’d expected the move, and set the cup of coffee down before she hit me.
Her arm wrapped around me and she pulled herself up until she was all but using the counter behind me to hold herself up.
Then she was kissing me like her life depended on it.
“Missed you,” I said, placing my hand on her ass and pulling her in tight, using the other hand to fist her hair and hold her where I wanted her.
Movement out of the kitchen window caught my attention—the neighbor mowing his lawn—and I shifted so that Iris’s back was to the counter.
I picked her up then and sat her ass on the counter, my hands skimming up the outsides of her legs, starting from her calves and ending at the outside of her hips.
My neighbor, catching the movement, raised his hand and waved.
I gave him a chin tilt, and half-assed wondered why he was only mowing a half a strip when he pushed the mower along the length of his yard.
I quickly dismissed him and everything that he was doing when Iris’s lips met my throat.
My cock tightened and pressed against the fly of my jeans.
Her hand fisted in my shirt and she yanked me close as she said, “Don’t tease me, Mr. Crow. I’m kind of in a bad mood.”
My fingers curled along the delicate lace of her panties on either side of her hip as I said, “Why?”
I started to tug, and she shifted to one ass cheek and allowed me to pull the fabric down on just the one side, before doing the same on the other.
Only when her panties—yellow lace that was so small I wondered why she even wore them—were at her knees did she answer in a husky voice.
“I had a bad day at the gym. Drove all the way here without once stopping to pee. Then nearly got in three accidents,” she explained. “People need to learn to drive.”
The thought of her getting into an accident made my stomach sink.
“You okay?” I asked, still continuing to pull her panties off.
“Fine,” she grumbled. “Or, at least, everything will be when you stop teasing me and get inside of me.”
I reached for my wallet, intending to pull out the new condom I’d just put there yesterday, but she stopped me with her hand on my waist.
“I’m covered,” she whispered. “Birth control has been consumed for a week. That means that we’re allowed to dispose of condoms… if it’s what you want.”
In answer to her ‘if that’s what you want’ comment, I pulled my cock out and fisted it, pumping it twice as I looked at the small amount of flesh I could make out between her barely splayed thighs—man, her skirt was tight.
And short.
“You think that, given the option of being in you bare, I would ever choose differently?” I asked, swiping my thumb over the head of my cock and collecting the drop of precome that gathered there.
Her eyes watched the movement instead of my gaze, and her pink tongue poked out, indicating that she was thinking what I was.
She wanted to taste me.
At least, she wanted to want to taste me.
I grinned, and instead of bringing it to her mouth, I brought it to her clit.
“Spread ‘em wide,” I urged.
She did, spreading so wide that she caused her tiny little skirt to rise up and expose her lower half to me.
I growled at the sight of her, wet and glistening, only for me.
Reaching forward, I swirled her clit with one finger, growling at the way she jerked in need at the attention of just one finger.
“You make me crazy,” I told her. “All wet and needy. I want to just…”
I sank my finger inside her, watching as she gasped at the feeling of being full.
“You make me crazy,” she countered. “Always teasing and never giving me what I want.”
I laughed at the way she thought she was in control.
I knew what she was doing, urging me to move without actually telling me to move.
“Sneaky,” I murmured, pulling my finger out, sinking it back inside, then curling it upward before pulling it back out again.
Her eyes went half-mast, and her breathing picked up.
Her breathing that was causing her breasts to heave with each inhalation.
Breasts that weren’t contained by a bra, now that I was paying more attention to them.
“Are you not wearing a bra, baby?” I asked curiously, watching as my finger sank into her, over and over again.
She bit her lip, and I grinned. “No?”
She shook her head.
“Let me see those pretty titties,” I pleaded.
She slowly started to hike her t-shirt up and over her tits, revealing the hardened points to my hungry gaze.
I growled and sped up, feeling her tighten and quiver around my finger, relaying how close she was.
Just when I felt her quicken, about to start tipping over that edge, I pulled my finger out.
She gasped, her eyes which had closed at some point flashing open.
Annoyance lit her features, and I had to smother a chuckle as I brought her finger to my lips and sucked it clean.
Her pupils dilated, and her mouth dropped open in surprise.
“Wrong,” she whispered, putting her heels on the edge of the counter and scooting back.
I caught her by the back of the knees and jerked her so hard across the counter that the skin of her ass made a screeching sound.
Before she could even voice her surprise, I was slamming inside of her, filling her so full with my bare cock that it had both of us letting out startled screams.
Me because I’d never been in someone bare before.
Her because I’d just filled her so completely that she likely felt me in the back of her throat.
I didn’t give her time to adjust, either.
With strong and steady thrusts, I once again took her back to the brink, watching as her tits bounced with each rough push of my hips.
In no time, I saw her eyes glaze over and knew that she was only seconds away.
And with the way that she felt—and the way that I kept telling myself not to think about too closely, because holy Jesus Christ of all that’s holy, being inside of her bare was like peeking in through the gates of heaven—I wasn’t far off.
But I was reciting math equations in my head, trying to remember what in the hell the Pythagorean Theorem was used for, in order to hold my release off.
But if she didn’t fucking hurry…
She came.
Thank the gods and all that was holy.
She came.
And she came hard, nearly strangling my cock with the intensity.
That, folks, was all she wrote.
I couldn’t hold off any longer, even if my life had depended on it.
My cock stiffened further. My back went straight, and my balls curled up as tingles started to shoot down my spine.