“Fuck, Simone,” Van mutters sleepily as his hand comes to rest gently on my head. I have him in my mouth and he’s hard. He’s also awake now, so I double down and start sucking hard.
God, I love having my mouth on him. It’s really the only time I have any power over this man, and while I generally like him to be in control of me, this has its benefits. I love the sounds he makes, and sometimes he begs.
It doesn’t take long until Van is pumping his hips upward, trying to get deeper. I give him deeper and he explodes in my mouth with a hoarse bark of relief rumbling out of his chest. As I take every bit of him, his hand moves to the back of my neck, where he strokes my hair.
I find I like soft, cuddly Van a lot too.
In fact, the night before last was the first time I slept all night with him. After he hauled me home from Follies, not even letting me go back inside to get my clothes or give some very short notice—promising me he’d go back today and get my stuff—he drove me back to our house.
For the first time, we were able to get wild and loud and crazy in his own bed with no fear of Lucas finding us. It hadn’t crossed my mind to be grateful for it, but yes…Lucas making up with Stephanie has its undeniable benefits to me and Van right now. While we were a little more cautious during the day in case Lucas decided to swing by for something, we were a lot more comfortable at night knowing he was fully occupied. Last night was another “shake the foundation of the house” fuck fest, and it was amazing.
“What was that for?” Van mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep and satiation.
I lift my head, letting him slide free of my mouth, and give him a dimple-popping grin. “It’s game day. I think you should start it with a good-luck blow job when you wake up.”
“Will you do that for every game day?” he asks slyly.
I lie down on my side, resting my cheek on his thigh as I look at him. “Well, for the home games for sure.”
His eyes dance with amusement and my breath catches. A happy Van with humor on his face is a sight to behold.
Tucking his hands behind his head so he can look down at me, those amazing lips of his curve upward even higher. His smile is totally mischievous and his tone is droll when he says, “Guess that’s a benefit to letting you sleep in my bed all night.”
“Asshole,” I mutter affectionately, and be still my heart…Van winks down at me. Shit, I might swoon.
“What about away games?” he asks.
“Hmmm,” I say, bringing a finger to my chin as I ponder. “How about phone sex in the morning?”
“Not if I’m rooming with your brother,” he mutters.
Laughing, I smooth my hand up his thigh, past his hip and to his ribs. “How about you go in the bathroom, turn the shower on, and call me. Then just listen…and I’ll help get you off.”
Van’s eyes fire with interest. “That sounds like a plan.”
Moving my hand inward, I let it rest on his belly while my cheek still lies on his thigh. It’s not exactly mutual cuddling, but he’s letting me be touchy-feely and I’m taking advantage of it.
“Am I still shiny?” I ask him.
“You took my cock in your ass like a champ night before last. You woke me up with a blow job this morning. You’re shinier than ever, Simone.”
My sex clenches hard with desire as I think about that night he hauled me home from Follies, wanting to make a final claim to my body. He definitely popped that cherry, and now he owns every part of me. It was magnificent. I never could have imagined how good it would feel, and that’s only because he took his sweet time with me. He spent such a long time getting me ready, first with his mouth sucking on my clit until I came hard. Then he used his fingers, and one of my smaller dildos to stretch me. Lots of lube, more fingers…that dildo he was brilliant with. By the time he was pressing his above-average-size dick in my ass, I was beyond ready.
I was begging for it.
Let me just say, an orgasm while my backside was well fucked and full of a man who knows what he’s doing was so intense I almost passed out. The second I cried out as the explosion of pleasure overwhelmed me, Van groaned out his own release. He thrust into me deep, threw his weight into my body, and drove me down into the mattress. Van ground out every tremor of his release against my ass, and the sounds he made were music to my ears.
Best of all, when he came down from his high, he rolled us to our sides and wrapped his arms around me. He kept his cock planted in my ass until it softened, cuddling me the entire time, and it was the most intimate experience of my life.
“You’re implying that if we blow through all the kinky things we want to do, I might dull a little after that?” I ask him, because he totally defines my shininess by the amazing sex we have.
The humor dies and I know this when his lips go back to the neutral position. I think I may have pissed him off, but then my entire body seems to melt when he says in a softly gruff voice, “I think it’s impossible for you to do anything but shine, in or out of this bed.”
And oh wow. Something happens in my chest…a ripping sensation, and then warmth fills and spreads through me. I’m pretty sure my ovaries explode and I have the sudden realization that this is not just about sex anymore.
At least not for me.
Not when Van just said that. The man has made it a point to keep a big wall between us, but that right there knocked a hole in it, and I’m seeing him very clearly now.
But just as quickly, I notice Van’s jaw tighten, and I realize that very tender admission he just made to me has caused him discomfort. So I try to lighten the mood back up.
“Do I still annoy you?” I ask him coyly.
“Every damn minute I’m around you,” he mutters as he looks down his body at me.
“Liar,” I say softly.
And I have another moment when my breath catches. He gives me a dazzling smile loaded with mischief, and it’s so fucking beautiful I feel like I could die a happy woman right now to have been given that gift from him.
Pushing up, I roll off the bed. “Let me make you breakfast.”
“You’re treating me awful well,” he observes as he rolls out of bed behind me. I bend over and find his briefs, tossing them his way. They smack him in the face and he glares at me, but then puts them on.
“Well, like I said, it’s game day and I want you to perform well. So a big breakfast is in order.”
“Then back to bed?” he asks hopefully.
I shrug. “If that’s what you want to do. Don’t you have a skate or something?”
Van shakes his head. “I’ll go for a short run in a bit, but then I have nothing to do until I have to leave for the arena.”
“Then it’s sexcapades for the win,” I say brightly as I slip my panties on. I then grab Van’s T-shirt and throw it over my head, loving the smell of him as it envelopes me.
He watches me with interest and I wonder if he thinks that’s too intimate, but he doesn’t say a word about it.
But does ask, “Are you going to the game tonight?”
I shake my head with true dismay. “I have to work.”
“At Lulu’s right?” he asks with a cocked eyebrow.
“Yes, at Lulu’s,” I say with exasperation. “But you are going to have to go get my stuff at Follies. You promised.”
He nods, appearing relieved that I’ve given up that career path. “I’ll go get that after breakfast, then I’ll go on a run when I get back.”
“Then sexcapades?” I ask with a cheesy grin.
He rolls his eyes at me, and to my surprise hooks me around the back of my neck to pull me into him. My arms wrap around his waist and I look up.
“Want to run with me when I get back?” he asks.
I’m astonished by the invitation, but I’m not going to pass it up. “Absolutely.”
This gets me a sharp slap on my ass and another smile from him. “Good…now go make my breakfast, woman.”
“Bossy,” I snap as I pull away from him.
He laughs and follows me out of the room, heading across the hall to the bathroom while I turn left to head into the kitchen.
I open the refrigerator and smile at the contents. I’m a planner. I knew when Lucas and Stephanie made amends that he would be staying at her apartment. I knew that meant Van and I would be alone, and it was my great hope that I’d be spending the full night in his bed thereafter.
Thus I planned for a breakfast contingency.
I pull out the bacon and eggs, giving the door a hip bump to close it. At the counter, I get a pan heating and start lining up strips of bacon in it. Just as they start to sizzle, arms come around my waist and Van is stepping into the back of my body. He’s so much taller than me, and he just rests his chin on top of my head and murmurs, “We never have food in this house. Why are there bacon and eggs?”
“Um,” I manage to get out, my mind completely blanking on me. No way in hell do I want Van to know I’d planned for a potential breakfast with him days ago. “Um…I just promised myself that I’d start eating a good breakfast every morning.”
“That’s a full pack of bacon,” he observes dryly. “Just decide that in the last few minutes?”
“No,” I say neutrally as the bacon starts to sizzle. “I bought it a few days ago. I’ve just not had really any time—”
“You bought it for me,” he says with a firm tone.
“No, I didn’t—”
His arms squeeze tight around me and his lips press into my hair. He doesn’t say a word, but his message is clear.
He’s thanking me for thinking of him.
“How long will that bacon take to cook?” he asks, and I recognize the husky sensual tone.
“Ten minutes if you want it crispy,” I whisper as one hand drops down between my legs.
“Don’t let it burn,” he murmurs, tilting his head so his mouth goes to my neck. His fingers dive down the front of my panties and then I’m lost as touches me.
My head falls back to his shoulder and I try to keep my eyes pinned to the bacon. It’s going to be hard, because I can tell by his soft, slow strokes he’s going to draw this out. He’s not going to let me come until the bacon is ready.
Blowing a gust of air back, I brace myself and hang on for the ride.