Not wasting any time, I smacked her ass and said, “Now, I want you inside, naked. We’re about to get wet.”
Her upper body angled backwards and her eyes found mine. “See, that’s why I said before that I wished you’d called me first. It’s that time of the month for me where I don’t share a shower with anyone. And before you tell me I can suck your dick instead, I’m not in the mood for that either.”
My lips twitched again. “And here I was thinking you thought about dick 24/7.”
“Oh, I do. I just have a few days a month where I don’t want one anywhere near me.”
“How many more days we talking about here?”
“I think I’d like to keep you hanging. I’m not going to tell you.”
“You have no idea how much you keep me hanging. Get inside and we’ll find other ways to pass the time.”
Fuck, I just wanted to be with her. At this point, I didn’t care if that meant I was inside her or not. So long as we were in the same room. Being with Monroe felt good. And I hadn’t felt good like this in a long fucking time.
Chapter 23
Monroe
Hyde’s arm hooked around my waist and he pulled my body to his. Sunday mornings had never felt so good.
He’d showed up last night waving his possessive flag all over the place marking his territory, making me fall for him more, even though I tried hard not to fall for that shit. But damn, knowing a man wanted me that much was always going to cause me to fall.
There was no sex to be had because I had my period, but he’d sat through reruns of Friends with me, helped me cook spaghetti for dinner, ordered me to stay on the couch getting my Friends fix while he cleaned up the kitchen after dinner, and then stayed the night. While he hadn’t been able to keep his hands and mouth off me, he hadn’t tried to force anything more. In my book, that shit earnt him a fucking medal.
I placed my hand over his. “Morning, tiger.”
His leg curved over mine, pressing his erection against my ass. Having my period sucked. All I wanted was Hyde inside me, but I wasn’t a woman who ever had sex on her period.
“Fuck, Roe, I need your hand around my dick,” he said as he nuzzled my neck.
“I told you I don’t do dicks when I’m on my period.”
He groaned and ground himself harder against me. “Fuck, woman, you’re a savage.”
I decided to play with him a little longer. The truth was, though, that I wanted his dick as much as he wanted me to have it, so I wouldn’t be able to drag this out for too long. “I’m down with watching you take matters into your own hands.” I made sure to push my ass back against his dick.
While he kept grinding against me, one of his hands moved its way up my body to cup my breast. Tweaking my nipple, he rasped, “You wanna tease me with that ass of yours, you’re gonna end up on your back so I can fuck your tits.”
Desire exploded through me. Fucking my tits sounded like heaven. I teased him some more, making sure to really rub myself against him hard.
He didn’t fail me. Before I knew what was happening, he had me on my back, his knees either side of my body as he knelt over me. Grabbing my hand, he wrapped it around his cock. Eyes to mine, he ordered, “First your hand, then your tits. Next time you wanna tease me, think twice, sugar.”
I licked my lips as I pumped his cock. “I’ve decided that teasing you is fun. And that you are changing my mind about dicks at period time.”
A deep, guttural groan came from him while I got him off. “As in you want my dick deep in your cunt instead of between your tits?”
Hyde had a way with filthy words. They got me hot, even during the time of the month when nothing usually got me hot. But no way was I into what he suggested. I squeezed his dick harder as I moved my hand up and down it. “No. There’s no pussy for you today, but I’m definitely into this tit sex.”
He stopped what I was doing so he could position his dick between my breasts. I squashed them together and held them there so he could focus on fucking them.
The visual of his cock pumping between my breasts, his body driving him towards his release, and the erotic grunts coming from him turned me on far too much. I was going to be left with a need I couldn’t begin to fulfil.
“Fuck,” I muttered while I kept my tits pressed together. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”
He kept thrusting his dick between my breasts. “I can take care of that for you.”
“Yeah. No.” I was still being stubborn. Maybe one day, if we were together for a long time, I’d be into period sex with him, but not yet.
“Christ,” he growled. “This is gonna be fast.”
He only managed two more thrusts before he came. Holding his dick while he directed the cum onto my breasts, he met my gaze and said, “Your tits and my cock need a standing date.”
“I’m on board with that. Especially because you’re gonna cook me breakfast while I take a shower.”
His lips curled up at the ends. “Really?”
“Yes, really. You wanna shoot your jizz all over me, you’re in charge of making food while I clean that shit up.”
“You fucking love that shit, sugar.”
“That may be the case, but I also love food. Almost as much… no, some days, more…. No, scrap that, I always love dick more, but right now I am starving, so you need to feed me if you’ve got hope of ever getting inside me again.”
He chuckled, and I had to say, I loved that sound coming from him. Moving off me, he said, “You got bacon and eggs in your fridge?”
“I’ve got eggs. No bacon. How about scrambled eggs?” I really was hungry, but I also wanted to see how domestic he was.
“Fuck that, we need bacon. I’ll go grab some while you’re in the shower.”
A man after my own heart. I grinned. “Thank God you love meat.”
He chuckled again. “I always did have that going for me.”
Yes.
Yes, he did.
The man could cook. Good God, could he cook. I hadn’t had bacon and eggs that good in a long time. And then he’d cleaned the kitchen again. Without me even asking. He’d taken charge and ordered me to put my feet up while he cleaned. What man did that?
“How long have you lived on your own?” I asked from the kitchen table where I sat watching him clean.
“Fourteen years.”
“Were you always this domestic? Or did that just come from all those years by yourself?”
“Always. My mother didn’t lift a finger most of her life, so I learnt pretty fucking fast that if I didn’t cook and clean, I’d be hungry and living in filth.”
My heart squeezed at the thought of any child going through that. I’d been blessed with my family. “How old were you when you figured that out?”
His eyes met mine, and I saw the pain there. “Seven.”
He went back to loading my dishwasher while I sat in silence wondering about his life. Now that we were doing the dating thing, I wanted to know everything there was to know about him. But I wasn’t convinced Hyde was the kind of man to share that kind of information easily. I decided to push him a little.