With a swirl of his tongue, he dropped his head to the bed long enough to say, “Now, apologize all you like while I have breakfast.”
I gasped as his fingers began a rhythm inside me that left me unable to focus on anything else.
“Are you sore?”
“A little.” I managed to pull myself together long enough to find his cock again. But I instantly regretted my answer when he removed his finger.
“Then you come on my mouth, but you better get busy.” He swatted my ass deliciously hard before using each cheek to pull me down to hover only a centimeter from his mouth. “Because I’m coming in yours too.” He pulled me down until I completely covered his face, licking and sucking in a deep and greedy way I should have been embarrassed by.
But embarrassment would have required thoughts, and right then, every single brain cell I possessed had abandoned me in the hunt for climax.
I came on his mouth, all right. Then, when I finally got my act together, he came in mine as well. And Flint being Flint, well, he was such an overachiever that he insisted on showing me exactly how much he accepted my sexual apologies. So, before I fell asleep on his chest, I came one last time with his hand between my legs.
I decided I could live with two alarm clocks if that was the wake-up call they provided.
Ash slept naked in my bed for most of the day. If it had been up to me, I would have gotten her off at least a dozen more times, but as much as I loved watching her come, I loved feeling her come while I was inside her that much more. She needed time to recover from the night before, because I had plans for that evening. And every evening of the foreseeable future.
After she dozed off, I snuck out of bed and drank my coffee with the memories of her swallowing my release as my only company.
It quickly became my favorite company.
I knew that Ash and I were a long way from being fixed or back together, but knowing she was mine, and only mine, in every possible way sexually made me that much more determined to claim the rest of her. I had already been pretty set on keeping her in my life before, but after having heard her come calling my name, I vowed not to let anything stand in my way.
At around three in the afternoon, a knock at the door forced me to finally pull some clothes on. I quietly closed the door to my bedroom and tugged my shirt down as the knock repeated.
“I’m coming,” I called, limping over to the door.
Cracking it open, I rolled my eyes. “Three P.M. I’m impressed. I figured you’d be here as soon as Till left for the gym.”
“The sitter didn’t show.” Eliza laughed, pushing past me, carrying a stack of glass baking dishes. “Where is she?” she asked, spinning in a circle.
“Asleep.”
“Still? Flint, what did you do to that poor girl?”
“You want the honest answer?” I smirked.
She puffed her cheeks and pretended to gag. “Dear God, no.”
“What’s that?” I followed her to the kitchen.
She turned the oven on. “Pot roast and twice-baked potatoes. Well, only once-baked potatoes right now. Give them about twenty minutes and they’ll be twice baked.”
“Woman.” I grunted like a caveman before lifting the edge of the tinfoil to sniff inside.
“I figured she’d be hungry, and Lord knows you can’t feed her.”
“I love the way you assume I’m worthless in the kitchen. However, if it means you show up with twice-baked potatoes, you can keep that assumption up for as long as you want.”
She giggled, slapping me on the chest. “I don’t assume you’re worthless in the kitchen. I know you’re worthless in the kitchen. The last thing any of us need is you trying to cook her lunch and send her running for another three years. Broody, crybaby Flint was a real drag.”
“Crybaby Flint? You seriously have to make girlfriends and stop hanging out with Quarry so much.” I laughed.
“No, Q would have called you a fucking crybaby. I edited.”
“This is true.” I snagged a slice of the pot roast with my fingers and popped it into my mouth.
“Are you two coming to dinner after Q’s fight?”
“Yeah. I heard you sold a painting. I’m ordering the lobster.”
“I did! My Dream Window is now hanging in the Museum de Coffee Shop downtown. I only made, like, a hundred bucks, so you might have to order off the children’s menu.”
“That’s still pretty awesome though. You’re a legit artist now.” I took a fork from the drawer and scooped another slice of meat before Eliza pulled the dish away.
“Don’t eat without her,” she scolded.
“No. Let him eat. It’s okay,” Ash said, suddenly appearing behind us.
She was wearing her jeans and one of my hoodies that all but swallowed her. Ash was tall—a fact I’d loved even when I’d had to look up at her—but she was so thin that it hung well below her ass. An ass that, after this morning, I knew every curve of.
“Mm.” I pointed to my mouth as I hurriedly swallowed the roast. “Hey.” I dropped the fork in the sink and headed her way.