I Pucking Love You (The Copper Valley Thrusters #5) - Pippa Grant Page 0,80
but his hands are covered in conditioner and there’s enough on the floor that everything’s slippery and I’m suddenly sliding to the ground.
“Get out,” he snarls.
“Whoa. Didn’t know you weren’t alone.” Is that Rooster? Oh my god, is that Rooster Applebottom? Can he see my muff? I’m squatting on the shower floor, knees up, peering through Tyler’s legs, which are spread because that’s what men do.
They spread their legs and widen their shoulders and glare and look terrifying, except I’m peering at Rooster and Connor Klein and can’t entirely make them out because Tyler’s dangly bits are a little in the way.
Related: I’m probably not supposed to be turned on by this angle of Tyler’s anatomy, but I can’t look at his package at all without hoping we make it back to the bedroom before my morning dates.
Appointments.
Not dates.
Appointments.
“We’ll go wait in the living room,” Connor offers.
Mist is raining down on me. I’m hiding my boobs with my thighs and my vagina with my hands and ankles, which might not be all that effective.
Plus, Tyler’s giving them a full frontal through the foggy glass, but then, they’re probably naked together all the time.
And now it’s getting very hot in here as I contemplate an entire team of naked Thrusters.
Not that it’s not already hot.
Hello, Tyler’s ass. I really could bounce a quarter off his cheeks.
“Leave,” he says to our unexpected bathroom guests.
“But breakfast,” Connor replies.
“And bunnies,” Rooster adds.
Tyler makes one of those growly noises that has me getting damp between my legs again, and not because we’re in the shower and I’m sitting in a puddle. “Drop the keys on your way out. Why do you even have keys to my place? I don’t have keys to my place.”
“Fourth of July?” Connor says.
“We’re keeping the keys,” Rooster announces. “Might need us to rescue you from the demon cat one day. Or to have that threesome.”
“Out!”
“C’mon, Jaeggy,” Connor says. “It’s not like you ever have women here. We didn’t know you meant she moved into your bedroom. We just wanted breakfast.”
The door shuts, but neither of us moves.
At least, not for a minute.
I do take the opportunity to give Tyler’s ass a test squeeze.
Kinda want to bite it, if I’m being honest. I think I could from this angle.
He turns, and hello, Tyler’s penis.
It really is lovely. And it’s growing before my eyes.
“Muffy—”
His voice is strangled like me looking at him is making it hard for him to stand up. I wrap one hand around his thickening cock and stroke it, my other hand cupping his balls, and he makes a noise that might be a fuck, but it’s not fully intelligible.
He’s literally growing in my hand, and it’s making my pussy throb.
“Time—skate—go—” he grunts.
Yeah, and I have things to do too.
But I don’t want to do things.
I want to lick him.
So I do.
I’ve watched movies. I’ve seen GIFs. I know how blow jobs are supposed to go. But it’s not like I’ve ever practiced.
Stick a guy’s dick in my mouth?
Gross. No.
Suck on Tyler’s magnificent cock?
Yes, please.
I wrap my lips around his head and flick my tongue over his salty tip, and he makes one of those delicious noises again.
My breasts are tingling. My over-exerted vagina is complaining she’s empty.
“You don’t have to—” he starts, and I silence him by sucking him deeper into my mouth while mist swirls around us and the spray off the shower dusts us.
It’s a little awkward at first, but he’s making all the right fuck, that’s good noises, wrapping one hand in my hair, which can’t be easy since it’s all slicked up with conditioner, but Tyler Jaeger is an achiever.
I want to be an achiever too.
I want to give him the best blow job of his life.
I’m bobbing on his cock, sucking and licking, and it’s turning me on so much that I’m spreading my own legs a little as I go up on my knees, stroking myself too.
I don’t care if Rooster and Connor come back in and find us like this.
I don’t care if they’re still right outside the door and can hear us.
All I care about is getting Tyler off with my mouth.
But the idea of having an audience?
I jerk my fingers faster inside of myself while I squeeze his balls and take him as deep as he can go without me gagging.
“Fuck, Muffy,” he gasps. “Feels so good.”
He’s pumping his hips into my mouth like he can’t stop himself.