THICK(11)

There’s a loud knock on the door and this time I don’t miss it.

“Goddamn it.” I grit my teeth and take her face in my hands as I gently take a step back. “We’ve got to stop this.”

“Sorry,” she says, licking her lips and smiling at me like the devil. She’s not sorry at all.

Once again I stuff my cock as best as I can into my underwear and then squeeze the base hard to get it under control. I walk funny to the door because it’s too fucking big between my legs, and I grab my shirt as I go. When I put it on, I open the door just a crack and see the maintenance man Jerry standing there.

“Hey Bull,” he says in confusion as he looks at the door and then looks across the hall to my place. “Everything okay?”

He says the question a little loud and looks over my shoulder.

“You can’t just come in a woman’s apartment like that,” I scold, and he holds up his tool box.

“She called for assistance and I told her when I’d be here.”

“Uh oh,” I hear Teeny say behind me.

“Whatever it is, I’ll take care of it,” I say and go to close the door.

“I’d like to hear that from the young lady herself,” Jerry says with an insistent tone, and I narrow my eyes at him. What’s he playing at?

“I’m fine,” Teeny says as she moves in front of me and speaks to Jerry. “I totally forgot about the call, but I’m sure I can get Bull here to help me,” she says and pats me on the chest.

I nod behind her, but she can’t see it and Jerry peers at me.

“Thanks for coming so quickly, I appreciate it,” Teeny says as she tries to close the door. But before she can, Jerry shoots out a hand to stop it.

“Are you sure? I can always come back later,” he offers again, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up.

I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but Teeny cuts me off.

“Quite sure. Have a good night,” she says and she closes the door in his face.

“I don’t like that guy,” I grumble, looking out of the peephole and watching him stand there for a long minute before he walks away.

“That’s just because he interrupted us,” she says, and I turn around to see her raise an eyebrow at me. “Maybe we should go back to where we left off?”

“As much as I want to keep going,” I say as I step towards her and cup her face with both my hands. “I think if you keep putting your mouth on me, I might go blind.”

“I could help you navigate the world,” she says, smiling at me.

I kiss her quickly and then press my forehead to hers. “I’m not going anywhere, Teeny. There’s no rush.”

Her stomach growls and I realize I never put away her groceries, and the ice cream she was so excited to try is probably a container of soup. She has the same thought as I do and we both rush into the kitchen to put the food away and get something to eat.





Chapter Seven





Teeny





My whole body tingles as Bull helps me put away my groceries. I’m painfully aware of how wet I am between my legs as we move around in my small kitchen. I had no idea I could get that turned on, nor did I know that I could cum so hard I could forget my own name. I try and brush against him and touch him as much as I can without making it look like I’m doing it on purpose. He, on the other hand, looks to be giving me as much space as the kitchen will allow. I’m not sure why he’s acting that way after what we did in my living room. I can tell by glancing down at his shorts he’s still turned on, but his focus is on food. Maybe if we eat we can get back to making out and all the stuff we did before.

I turn around to grab my step stool to put something away, but Bull grabs the items and does it without me asking for help.

“Things get done a lot faster with you around,” I admit and smile at him.

He’s so big he takes up most of the space in my kitchen. I don't know what it is about his size that dominates each room he’s in, but it makes me want to crowd in close to him. I have to fight the urge to do it now that I see he’s trying to give me space. He’s probably used to people bumping into him and maybe it’s instinct for him to act that way. I want Bull to be comfortable around me and I’m guessing being all over him isn’t the way to do that. He did like us being all over each other a few minutes ago though.

My face heats thinking about it. I wish I had never called maintenance. I wonder how far Bull and I would have gotten if they hadn’t shown up.

“I need to feed you,” he reminds me.

Yes, feed me. That was what I’d been wanting before the guy knocked on the door. I’m pretty sure he banged on the thing for a while, but I’d been so lost in Bull the whole world could have exploded around us and I would have been none the wiser.

I had no idea I could be so bold. I was sure I’d be shy about sex, but when I felt his hardness press into me I was done for. He wanted me, so like everything in life I went for it.

“Food,” he adds with a smile.

My face must be showing where my mind went and I lick my still-swollen lips and wonder if they look well kissed.

“Can I watch?” I ask.

I know he said he would teach me a few things in the kitchen, but right now I only want to so I can see him move. Bull is more of a take-action kind of man, and the best way I can think of to get to know him is to watch him. I’m also starting to think he enjoys listening to me talk. The corners of his mouth pull up as I ramble on, letting me know I have his attention. Some people will space out when I talk too long, but not him; he’s listening to every word. I can see it on his face that he pays attention to everything I’m doing. It could be because of the line of work he’s in, but I’m going to tell myself it's because he wants me. Just as I can’t help but watch and listen to everything he says.