Page 60 of Filthy Secret
He chuckles. “Legs. My balls gotta have a minute to recoup from the orgasms. But soon, I’ll be inside of you again. Soon, you can ride me.”
“Ride you?” I ask.
He hums. “I want to play with your tits. I fucking love them, and I haven’t seen them nearly enough.”
I let out a laugh, the act causing his softened length to slip out of me, and I silently mourn the loss of him. Grover rolls onto his back, letting out a heavy sigh when he does. I roll toward him, wrap my arm around his middle, and rest my head on his chest.
“I know you’re still upset with me, but I have to say,” I begin, then tilt my head back to look up into his eyes, “I’m enjoying this part.”
“Me too, legs.”
A few minutes later, we’re in the shower together and Grover is showing me just how much he enjoys my breasts. Closing my eyes, I lean against the side of the shower as he sucks and licks my nipples and breasts.
“Grover, if you don’t want to do anything again, you’re really making it difficult for me to follow suit.”
He hums, my breast almost completely in his mouth as he does, then he releases me with a pop. “Does your pussy ache, Ryan?” Although his voice is sweet as honey, I know he’s trying to hold back a laugh.
“Yes,” I hiss as I press my thighs together.
“Good,” he states. “But I’m not fucking you until tonight. I want you to ache for me all day.”
I hate that.
I want instant gratification.
I want him inside of me right fucking now. I don’t tell him that, though. Instead, I allow him to suck, lick, and bite my breasts because I love the way it feels. I can live with the need for him to touch me the whole day. Because right now, this feels way too amazing to make him stop.
When we’re finished showering, I feel like I might actually explode. I want him so badly. I’m going to be achy for so many different reasons throughout the entire day. I don’t know how I’m going to concentrate on anything.
Putting my clothes from yesterday back on, I grab my phone and make sure to glance at the screen, looking for any missed notifications from Nash, but there’s nothing. I can only assume that means everything is going well. It’s not like Adam is a difficult kid. He probably watched some television, played with his cars, and went to bed.
“You ready, legs?”
I hum, shoving my phone in my back pocket before I search around for my keys. Then I remember I left them in my car the night before. I would worry about my car not being down in the parking lot, except nothing would happen to anything that I or any of the brothers own. I know that my stuff is protected by the fact I’m with Atomic.
“I’m ready,” I reply.
He reaches out, grasps my hand in his, and together, we make our way down to the bar. My eyes widen at the sight that greets me. There are people everywhere. Not just one or two, but dozens of naked bodies draped over every surface, and also the floor.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it before, and I’ve been to a lot of these parties in my day. “Jesus,” Grover chuckles as he steps over a bare-breasted woman lying halfway on top of… Brew.
I’m unable to help myself. My gaze flicks down, and I see all of Brew on full display. I bite the inside of my cheek, hiding my smile at his nakedness. I’ve never seen him like this before. Brew has always done his own thing, and I don’t remember him being such a party animal. This is a side to him I’ve never seen before… literally.
“Let’s get some donuts and coffee before heading home to our boy. I’ll follow you.”
ATOMIC
Opening the passenger side of the car door, I jerk my chin as a silent signal for Ryan to climb inside. She hesitates, standing a few feet away, her phone in her grasp, her eyes finding mine, and she tilts her head to the side. It’s clear that she is confused, so I wait for her to ask me whatever the fuck is on her mind.
“You aren’t going to ride your bike?” she asks.
I’m hungover as fuck. I could ride my bike, but I don’t feel like it, and I would probably puke somewhere along the way. I need some coffee and a plain cake donut to soak up all this fucking booze I consumed last night.
I don’t tell her any of that, though.
“We had a long night. Let me drive you,” I murmur in an attempt to sound chivalrous.
She accepts that answer and wordlessly climbs into the passenger seat. Closing the door behind her, I turn and look down the side of the club’s property. Something flashes out there. It could be a piece of glass in the sunshine, it could be fucking anything, but with that asshole and her sister here, I don’t want to ignore what feels like nothing but could be something.