Cheesy on the Eyes by Teagan Hunter Page 0,51

she’s not looking for a relationship and I told her I wasn’t either, but suddenly, making this fake relationship into something real doesn’t sound like a crazy idea to me.

I like Thea. A lot.

I just wish I could read her to see if she feels the same. If not, that’s fine. I have no problem keeping things casual. But if she does…

I stare down at her sleeping form, which is barely covered by the thin sheet tangled around her. Her head is half-buried under the pillow, just her nose and mouth poking out. One arm is resting across her stomach, the other holding the pillow in place.

“Creep.”

She peels the pillow away, cracking one eye open to look at me. Her hair is a wild mess from going to bed with it wet after showering last night, yet she still looks so fucking cute squinting up at me.

“I can feel you staring at me.”

“Yeah? Well I’m just trying to figure out how you can be so damn sexy and also be the absolute worst person to sleep next to.”

Her lips pull into a lazy, sleepy grin. “You might be hating on me right now, but all I’m hearing is how sexy you think I am.”

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her.

“I am?” She points to her stomach. “Is it this jelly roll or this one that gets you going?”

I splay my hand over her stomach, loving the feel of her under my touch: soft and silky. “Hmm…it’s gotta be this one.”

“Ah, the cinnamon bun one. Makes sense you’d like it the most since you’re the one who keeps me in healthy supply.”

“I aim to please.”

“And pleased I am, though I’d be a bit happier if it didn’t seem like my sweet tooth was connected to my ass. I swear that’s where they all end up.”

“I happen to like your ass just the way it is.”

“That so?”

I lean down, pressing a quick kiss to her mouth. “That’s exactly so.”

“Good, because I clearly work very hard to maintain it.”

I laugh, kissing her again, this time on the corner of her mouth. I continue peppering kisses all along her jaw and down her neck, taking small nips at the sensitive skin, over her throat and down to her tits, which fit perfectly into my hands.

I close my mouth around a hardened nipple and Thea moans, arching up into my assault.

“So that’s where we’re going this morning.”

I pop my mouth off her. “Oh, is that not where you wanted to go?”

She lifts a brow. “I’d much prefer you in the more southern region of my body, but I’m not complaining.”

“I’m not sucking on your toes, Thea.”

“Not that south.”

“Your pussy? Is that where you’d like my mouth?”

“I mean, if you’re offering…” She lets her legs fall open at the not-so-subtle suggestion.

Shaking my head at her, I say, “You’re insatiable, but if you insist…” I crawl between her legs, rolling my eyes and sighing dramatically as I sit back on my haunches, hands on her knees. “So damn needy.”

She laughs, pushing at me. “I’m kidding.”

“Oh, no. It’s too late to back out now. It’s happening. You’ve already talked me into it.”

“Sully…” She giggles, shoving at me again.

“Thea…” I taunt.

“Stop it. Now I’m all embarrassed.”

“No you’re not,” I say. “You’re wondering if I’ll do it, wondering just how good it’ll be when I fuck you with my tongue, aren’t you?”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, eyes falling closed as she imagines just that. Her hips come off the bed just a fraction of an inch, and I want to dive into exploring her body so fucking badly.

“Ask me.”

“What?” She opens her eyes again.

“Ask me, Thea. Ask me to eat your pussy.”

“Sully…”

“Ask me or I’m not doing it.”

And I really, really want to do it.

I can hear her swallow from here, watching as she wets her lips. Then whispers, “Will you eat my pussy, Sully?”

I grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”

It’s true.

I wanted to taste her last night, more than just off my fingers.

I wanted to splay her out and have my fun discovering every inch of her, but I was too impatient to bury myself to the hilt and fuck her stupid.

Now I have all the time in the world to worship her.

Never breaking eye contact, I slide my hands down her legs to her ankles, bending her knees until her feet are flat on the bed.

“Keep them there,” I instruct.

Like last night, she listens, gulping and watching as I fit myself between her