Throuple In Paradise - Faleena Hopkins Page 0,65
He’s right, of course, but I roll my eyes and deny it anyway.
We’ve got monitors throughout the apartment. Even right here in our dark, cave-like hallway.
Is he finally going to make love to me?
We waited for my body to heal, and then gave it a little more room. Our chemistry would have made abstaining from sex incredibly difficult except for the fact that we’re both so tired, surrendering to patience wasn’t a terrible idea.
But still. I told him I was ready a week ago. He said no way.
Yet now his hot kisses are trailing down my neck as Jack backs me up against the wall.
“Don’t tease me,” I breathe.
The kisses keep going, getting more intense, his breath hot on my skin as he pulls back my tank top and the strap of my nursing bra.
My body responds to the promise that maybe this is really happening, and I soften into him, lacing hopeful fingers in his short hair. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Waiting has made me a mad man.” He pulls up the hem of my long cotton skirt, slowly, to drive us both crazy.
As he grabs and massages my ass over my panties our lips lock and blend, the kiss getting hotter by the second. He feels so good, chest like smooth rocks covered by cotton. Smiling to myself, I take note of the bulge heating my hip as Jack burrows into my neck and gnaws on it, breaking free only to pull my tank up and over my head. Back to my neck he goes, sucking on it like he’s never done before.
“Marking me yours?”
He doesn’t answer, and I’m not sure if he even knows why he’s giving me a hickey for the first time.
But I know why.
Today at Trader Joes we had an unexpected run-in. Only unlike when it was with Lexi and Sam, this one I wasn’t looking forward to.
We saw Troy shopping, and with a girlfriend, her chattering about what their fridge was missing. She was pretty, of course, and didn’t notice his jaw go slack, her mind occupied with hummus and bean dip.
Jack carried Ava and I had the cart. My knuckles tightened as I locked eyes with the man I used to call my Viking. No longer mine, it seemed like I was looking at a stranger almost. He licked his lips in discomfort, checked out our daughter and gave us a nod.
The girlfriend never registered he knew us. And nobody said a thing. But it made me angry.
Jack didn’t like how quiet I was afterward.
We haven’t talked about it.
What’s to say?
But I’m getting a hickey to remind me, and everyone else, that I’m his.
Men need that.
They just do.
Hickies feel so good getting them. Him gnawing on my neck and claiming me has got me so wet for Jack right now. I can’t wait for him to notice. I separate my legs as an invite, and push his head down. He groans and drops to his knees, spreading my lips with his fingers and taking a long look. “I missed you, too, mmm.”
His skilled tongue extends to lick me and he goes to work, gently sucking, licking, teasing me. I’ve got a hold of his hair, but he’s in control.
Jack tickles my opening with the tips of his fingers, sending waves of pleasure in every direction from the source.
“So good,“ I moan.
He licks me until I cum, shivering, hardly able to stand. Like a shot Jack launches up, kisses me, sharing our salty, combined taste. He bends to kiss my nipples, sucking a little and drawing milk. This isn’t the first time he’s drank it, and I always call him naughty for it. But it’s a turn on that he loves all of me.
I reach for his zipper and we both fight for who will free his cock first. It’s a win-win battle. Jack kicks his way out of his jeans, tears his favorite T-shirt off so fast that it rips. Grunting and watching it fall to the floor, he shrugs and returns to me, lifting my body off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist and he positions his thick tip. “You’re so wet, Mar. You really are.”
“I was waiting for you to notice. I’m aching for you. Can’t wait to feel your cock.”
He growls and closes his eyes, saying through gritted teeth, “I’m going slow.”
“Please don’t,” I breathe, “Please be like how you always are.”
But he doesn’t listen to me, and that’s a great thing because as he slips