Teyler innocently smiles and he stands and rounds the counter to pull Colleen into his sturdy arms. “What did I do, baby? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, like hell you don’t. It was a thing from the first time they noticed you doing it in college.”
A huge smile spreads across Teyler’s lips, the same ones she’s referring to now.
“I haven’t a clue,” he lies as his tongue, the one she’s speaking of, sneaks out and runs along the shell of her ear. “I think you better tell me so I can stop, what did you say…doing it to women for years.”
Colleen moans as Teyler’s lips move to her neck. Then he slowly and gently lets one of his fingers lower the collar of her shirt just slightly. His lips follow the path of his finger and he sucks, hard enough to force another moan from her and to leave a mark of ownership.
“Tey.” She sighs as he pulls back and smirks when he looks down and draws her eyes with his to the front of his pants that are now tented where his erection is doing its damnedest to escape.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice scratchy with lust. “Tell me,” he demands as he lets his tongue wet his bottom lip, the exact thing that Colleen is referring to.
“That.” She clears her throat and squeezes her legs together to fight off the growing ache. “That right there. You lick your bottom lip like…”
“Like what?” Teyler asks as his hands drift to the hem of her shirt.
“Like you’re tasting something good, but don’t want anyone to know.”
“Mmm,” he whispers. “Want to know a secret?”
“What?” she asks breathlessly as she feels Teyler’s thumb brush against the underside of her breast.
“It started because I was convinced, I could still taste your pussy on my lips.”
“Oh…ah…Teyler.”
“I would try not to think of you when I was playing, but I couldn’t fight it. I swear, anytime I would taste even the slightest drop of my sweat, it would remind me of your pussy. It was like you were in my pores, Colleen. I started doing anything I could just for a memory of your sweet taste.”
Teyler tugs her and she lets him pull her into the hallway leading to the kitchen.
He lifts her shirt over her head in one motion as he sinks to his knees and kisses her stomach.
She tries to suck it in as best as she can, but she’s not able to control her panting, it’s no use so she tries to cover her roll with her hands.
He bats them away and scolds her. “Don’t hide from me. This.” He plants a kiss on her belly. “This is where I should have been kissing and licking while our daughter was growing here.”
“Tey…”
Then he flicks the button of her jeans and says, “I want to see if I’m remembering it right, baby. Let me?”
Colleen sucks in a deep gulp of air as Teyler lowers her jeans and takes them off one of her legs.
They’re in the back entryway of her shop where anyone could find them. The door isn’t locked and even though most tourists have left after the busy season ended, her regulars can still come strolling in looking for their sugar fix. Or worse, Taylor.
But as Teyler pushes her up against the wall and brings his face to her panty covered pussy and he inhales, she couldn’t care less.
“I” Colleen groans as Teyler’s thumbs hook inside her panties and start to remove them. “I would…oh, my God!”
“You would what?” Teyler asks as he looks up at her with a wicked grin.
“I would watch you play on TV just to see you do it.”
“Mmm, looky here. Colleen,” he scolds. “You’ve grown into a naughty girl. When did you start waxing bare? Fuck!” He adjusts himself again with a groan as he raises her leg and places it on one of his broad shoulders.
“Um, last week. The new spa had a special and I…oh.” She sighs when Teyler leans into her body, this thumbs opening her wide and his tongue swirling her clit. “Yesss.”
“Quiet,” he reprimands. “Wouldn’t want anyone to come into the shop and hear us, would you?”
“N-No, I…we shouldn’t…oh, fuck!”
Teyler sucks her clit into his mouth then swirls his tongue around her a few more times. “Why did you watch me lick my lips? What did it do to you?”
Teyler’s tongue strokes her wet, sensitive flesh, and he moans at her taste when he pulls back to lick his lips like he did for her from the court at each and every game, just hoping she’d be watching and it would affect her half as much as she’d affected him.
“It made me squirm in my seat every time. Jesus, don’t stop.”
“Did it make you wet?”
“Yes, oh…so wet.”
“You’re wet now,” Teyler says then returns his mouth to her pussy. “And you taste even better than I remember. I want to make you come.”
“I’m going to come. Tey, you’re going to make me come.”
But before Teyler has the chance to flick his tongue one more time then lap at her pussy while she came on his tongue, he’s forced to pull back when they hear the jingle of the bell above the door and Callan’s voice.
“Coll, I need sugar.”
“Motherfucker! He needs sugar? Christ, I was about to…”
Colleen reaches down, steps back into her clothes, and tugs her panties and jeans over her hips as Teyler stands in front of her. Just as he’s licking his lips in the way he’s done to drive her wild for years, Callan swings open the door.
“What are you guys doing back here?”
Teyler rolls his eyes and adjusts his erection with a groan. “Gee, Black, I don’t know. Cooking an early Thanksgiving dinner. You want some mashed potatoes?”
“I understand sarcasm, you know? This is the entryway to upstairs, not the kitchen, smart-ass.”
Teyler rolls his eyes again. “Good, then you should also understand this. Get out!”
Colleen bats at Teyler’s chest and says, “Shush.” Then she turns to Callan and asks what the problem is.
“I need a fucking costume for the party and Jordan is taking a date so I need to come up with something that will make a statement. I need sugar.”
“Tell me about it.” Teyler groans.
Callan sends Teyler a knowing glare once Colleen has her back to him and Teyler shoots him the finger then nods over his shoulder to tell him to leave.
Callan brushes him off and follows Colleen into the store for his treats.
“You’re as bad as that fucking dog. Get your treat and go lie down…upstairs. Lock the door on your way out.”
“Teyler,” Colleen scolds again. “Leave him alone.”
With his balls growing bluer by the minute, Teyler is forced to follow Colleen and Callan into the shop and watch as the man eats through a plate of sweets. No wonder he works out the way he does.
“What should I dress up as? I’ve never liked doing that and a couple of years ago I let Elliot talk me into something that didn’t go over well.”
“What did you guys dress up as?” Colleen asks.
“A pair of blue balls because Courtney and Jordan weren’t giving us any.”