Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(41)

Bad.

“Think we have time for a quickie?”

She looked over her shoulder at me. “Gus!”

“What? I’m fucking burning hot here, baby.”

She sucked in a deep breath, shaking her head as she reached for the towel she had out. Without answering me, she carefully lifted Sweetie out of the bathtub and dried her. Sweetie took off like a bat out of hell, and I laughed.

“Bet you anything she’s on the couch, rubbing herself all over it. She did that to Max yesterday.”

When I glanced back at her, she was lifting her shirt. My mouth dropped when I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Again. “Do you have something against bras, Ms. St. James?”

She gave me a kitten smile. “Is that a problem?”

Taking her in my arms, I held her tight so her breasts pressed against my chest. “Not even close to a problem.”

As her mouth met mine, I carefully lifted her with one arm. She wrapped her good leg around my waist and kind of awkwardly held up the boot. It reminded me of the first time we got hot and heavy, which did nothing but make me harder. Her mouth was torturing me. She rubbed her tongue along my lips and swept my tongue in the most erotic way. I wasn’t sure when Max would be home, so I used her ass to guide my bedroom door closed. She helped me yank off my shirt, kissing down my chest as she went. She pecked at my nipple, sending chills down my back, before she slid down my body, pulling my shorts down and taking my engorged flesh in her hand. She moved her hands up and down me and followed with her mouth. I couldn’t stand how fucking great every kiss, every touch felt. This could never be just one and done. Not her.

All rational thought stopped as she swirled her tongue along the tip of me. I threw back my head, and she sank to her knees. She cupped my balls and took them in her mouth, sucking them a bit before kissing my thighs and then my hips. “Are you ready?”

“Fucking hell, I’ve been ready,” I moaned before pulling her up by the back of her elbows and hard against me, capturing her mouth with mine. “I’m almost always ready when it comes to your sexy ass.”

She bit into my lip, and I cried out softly.

“Then fuck me,” she whispered.

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” I muttered against her mouth.

We tumbled onto the bed, careful of each other’s injuries.

“We are a mess.”

She laughed. “We are,” she agreed, kissing my wounded hand.

“I’d kiss your foot, but that’s gross.”

“Agreed,” she laughed as she shimmied out of her shorts. I wanted to watch her, but I really needed a condom, so I opened the drawer for one. I was about to close it when she stopped me and reached in. “Unicorn Spit? What the hell?”

She held up the bottle of lube that I used to whack off, and I shrugged. “It smells good. Like donuts.”

“You use this?”

I scoffed. “All the time.”

“You whack off with stuff that smells like donuts.”

“Yeah, and then I go eat donuts. It’s actually a damn good time.”

She giggled and opened the top. “Oh wow, it does smell good.”

She squirted cool lube all over my cock. I jumped at the shock of the cold, but then her mouth was on me, licking and sucking the lube. “Holy fuck.”

Looking up, she beamed at me. “It tastes like donuts!”

I laughed, but it fell off quickly when I was back in her mouth. Gripping her hair, I guided her down my shaft, but then she pulled her mouth from me and we kissed. She tasted so damn sweet. Pulling back, I laughed. “Damn, that does taste good.”

“Right?” she asked, leaning back and opening her legs for me. I was famished at the sight of her perfect pink pussy. She squeezed the bottle, the lube falling and mingling with her own juices. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted her. “Want a taste?” she asked innocently, moving her fingers through the lube and her own arousal.

Boy, did I.

Bo lay back against the bed so I could lick her free of the lube. I wasn’t going to miss a spot, and her moans and giggles turned me on even more. I gave her clit the love that I wanted to give it all the time. I took my time, drawing out each lick, suckling and lightly nipping at her hard nub. She was squirming and jerking as my name came out in spurts. Her whole body was flushed as she arched off the bed, crying out as she hit her climax. When her legs started to shake, I laughed, kissing her knees before reaching for the condom.

“Ow.”

I looked up at her, and gone was her O face. Her face was scrunched up, and she was leaning to the side, drawing her legs together. “What’s wrong?”

“Ow! I don’t know!” she cried out, opening her legs before she started to fan her pussy. “It burns! Oh my God!”

“What burns?” I asked as she screamed frantically, squeezing her legs together.

“My pussy! Oh my God, Gus!” she cried, and for a second I thought she was joking, but then she opened her legs, looking down at it as she fanned it even more.

Looking between her legs, my eyes widened, and then I started panicking. “What the hell is wrong with your puss?”





Chapter Twenty-Three





Bo





Pressing my fingers to my nose, I closed my eyes as the doctor went on.