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are you doing?” I asked, then Donnie moved beneath me and removed all doubt. The boy was dry humping me, and damn it all if it wasn’t amazing. He sucked on one breast and then the other, his mouth hot and wet and everything on me.
“Donato,” I breathed, then he shifted again and I moaned.
“There?” he asked.
“There,” I said. He grabbed my butt with both hands while he sucked on my breast, thrusting beneath me. Then he bit down on my nipple and I broke. Since we were in a parking lot I tried to keep quiet, and might have transferred all that energy to his shoulder. Good thing he was still wearing his hoodie over his shirt.
“Never pegged you for a biter,” he said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You part vampire, babe?”
“Sorry,” I said, as I rubbed his shoulder.
“S’okay.” He nuzzled my neck. “You, um…”
“Yeah. I can’t believe we just did that,” I said. “You just gave me one of the best orgasms of my life, and I don’t even know if you have chest hair.”
“The best, huh?” Trust the man to have selective hearing. Donnie kept one arm around my waist as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt, revealing a patch of dark curls. “See? All the chest hair you could ever want, babe.”
“You’re fuzzy,” I said, petting his chest. “You fuzzy all over?”
“Maybe,” he said. “Can’t wait for you to find out.”
“Let’s find out now.” I kissed his throat as I unbuttoned him the rest of the way, my mouth following my hands toward his waist. Then I got on my knees and tugged at his sweats.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“This,” I replied, then I took his cock in my mouth as deep as I could. His skin was so hot he almost burned me, his cock so wide I almost choked. I dragged my tongue around the head, pleased when he shuddered beneath me.
Donnie came a moment later, his hand fisting my hair. I took it all, a first for me, then he hauled me up his body and into his arms. I lay there flat against his bare chest, his still-hard cock warm against my thigh. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said.
“I know.” The silence stretched between us, and I asked, “Didn’t you want me to?”
“Babe, I want you in every way possible.” He slid a hand behind me and cupped my butt. “Just don’t ever think I’m keeping score,” he said. “When I make you feel good, it doesn’t mean you owe me.”
I grabbed his cock. “What if I like owing you?” I stroked up and down his cock, and asked, “What if I want you to owe me?”
He kissed the corner of my mouth. “I can get used to that.”
Chapter Fourteen
Donato
Donato: Want me to pick you up?
Astrid: Been here for hours. Hair, makeup, you know.
Donato: And shoes.
Donato: For the walking ;)
Astrid: Ha ha.
Astrid: Left your name at the door. It’s open bar, grab a drink and get a seat close to the stage. My people will be on the left side.
Donato: Fancy.
Astrid: You know it, babe.
Donato: Can’t wait to see you.
Donato: You’ll be the most beautiful one there.
Astrid: :)
***
My Friday was going rather well.
After the sleepless shifts I’d pulled the last two Fridays, I’d had the sense to take this one off. Okay, maybe Christa had said that I’d stumbled around the kitchen like a zombie, and insisted that I stay home instead of maiming myself or another employee. I couldn’t argue with her not wanting to get sued.
That meant that after I got to the restaurant and unloaded the van, I went home and slept for the next ten hours. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten so much rest, and I wondered when it would happen again. I wondered if Astrid would be resting with me.
As a result of all this pre-planning, I showed up to Astrid’s show at six sharp, wearing black dress pants, a matching sport jacket, and a navy blue button down shirt. I’d debated a tie, but my unfashionable self didn’t
“Donato,” I breathed, then he shifted again and I moaned.
“There?” he asked.
“There,” I said. He grabbed my butt with both hands while he sucked on my breast, thrusting beneath me. Then he bit down on my nipple and I broke. Since we were in a parking lot I tried to keep quiet, and might have transferred all that energy to his shoulder. Good thing he was still wearing his hoodie over his shirt.
“Never pegged you for a biter,” he said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You part vampire, babe?”
“Sorry,” I said, as I rubbed his shoulder.
“S’okay.” He nuzzled my neck. “You, um…”
“Yeah. I can’t believe we just did that,” I said. “You just gave me one of the best orgasms of my life, and I don’t even know if you have chest hair.”
“The best, huh?” Trust the man to have selective hearing. Donnie kept one arm around my waist as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt, revealing a patch of dark curls. “See? All the chest hair you could ever want, babe.”
“You’re fuzzy,” I said, petting his chest. “You fuzzy all over?”
“Maybe,” he said. “Can’t wait for you to find out.”
“Let’s find out now.” I kissed his throat as I unbuttoned him the rest of the way, my mouth following my hands toward his waist. Then I got on my knees and tugged at his sweats.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“This,” I replied, then I took his cock in my mouth as deep as I could. His skin was so hot he almost burned me, his cock so wide I almost choked. I dragged my tongue around the head, pleased when he shuddered beneath me.
Donnie came a moment later, his hand fisting my hair. I took it all, a first for me, then he hauled me up his body and into his arms. I lay there flat against his bare chest, his still-hard cock warm against my thigh. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said.
“I know.” The silence stretched between us, and I asked, “Didn’t you want me to?”
“Babe, I want you in every way possible.” He slid a hand behind me and cupped my butt. “Just don’t ever think I’m keeping score,” he said. “When I make you feel good, it doesn’t mean you owe me.”
I grabbed his cock. “What if I like owing you?” I stroked up and down his cock, and asked, “What if I want you to owe me?”
He kissed the corner of my mouth. “I can get used to that.”
Chapter Fourteen
Donato
Donato: Want me to pick you up?
Astrid: Been here for hours. Hair, makeup, you know.
Donato: And shoes.
Donato: For the walking ;)
Astrid: Ha ha.
Astrid: Left your name at the door. It’s open bar, grab a drink and get a seat close to the stage. My people will be on the left side.
Donato: Fancy.
Astrid: You know it, babe.
Donato: Can’t wait to see you.
Donato: You’ll be the most beautiful one there.
Astrid: :)
***
My Friday was going rather well.
After the sleepless shifts I’d pulled the last two Fridays, I’d had the sense to take this one off. Okay, maybe Christa had said that I’d stumbled around the kitchen like a zombie, and insisted that I stay home instead of maiming myself or another employee. I couldn’t argue with her not wanting to get sued.
That meant that after I got to the restaurant and unloaded the van, I went home and slept for the next ten hours. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten so much rest, and I wondered when it would happen again. I wondered if Astrid would be resting with me.
As a result of all this pre-planning, I showed up to Astrid’s show at six sharp, wearing black dress pants, a matching sport jacket, and a navy blue button down shirt. I’d debated a tie, but my unfashionable self didn’t
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