Queenie
Boyd drove back to his building, his hand on her thigh the whole way. “Can I convince you to stay for dinner?”
“I was hoping you’d offer, but only if you promise not to make anything extravagant.”
“I have pizza in the freezer,” he offered with a smirk.
“Sounds like my kind of night.”
In his apartment, Boyd retrieved the frozen pizzas and ignored her pout when he pulled vegetables from the fridge. “I can’t just have a plain pizza.”
“Fine,” she said, playfully snatching the cutting board from him and crying her way through chopping the onions.
“What time do you start work in the morning?”
“Eight,” Queenie responded, sniffing away her tears and washing up in the sink.
“Would you consider staying the night?”
Her first reaction was to say no, but Queenie stopped herself. Would staying over really be that bad? She looked down at herself. If she threw on the cardigan from her car, her outfit could be repurposed for work. “Only if you don’t mind waking up super early. Traffic will be horrendous.”
With the pizzas in the oven, Boyd led her to the bedroom. “I promise.” In his closet he pulled out some shorts from a drawer and rummaged through some old clothes, finally withdrawing a hoodie. “These shouldn’t be too big.”
“Would you mind if I took a quick shower before dinner?”
With a kiss to her forehead, he ushered her towards the bathroom. “Of course not, take your time.”
Boyd’s ensuite bathroom was huge, with even more floor to ceiling windows.
Even on the high floor, Queenie couldn’t help but feel exposed as she undressed.
When she stood under the rainfall showerhead in the granite slab shower stall, shame washed over her.
He must have felt rather humbled about her tiny shower.
She banished the thought, instead focusing on how his soap smelled when she washed herself down with it.
When she returned to the living room, Boyd was deep in a news story about a hospital scandal while cutting their pizzas.
“You can change this,” he told her, pointing the knife towards the TV.
“Honestly, I might fall asleep the second this plate is empty.”
“As long as it’s in my arms, you’re forgiven.”
Queenie took her plate, giving him a kiss on the cheek and settling on the couch with the fluffy blanket he’d laid out for her.
As predicted, her head was in his lap the moment her last bite was swallowed.
He’d been checking his phone and messaging with fused brows, but when her head laid on his thigh, the stress seemed forgotten.
One hand dropped, mindlessly combing through her hair.
She dozed off, hardly even waking when he picked her up and carried her to bed.
The next morning, she was rudely awoken by her alarm.
Before she could smash the offending device to pieces, the sound silenced and soft kisses spread along her neck.
Slowly, Boyd shifted, pinning her down with his weight.
“Good morning, my queen.” There was an edge to Boyd’s tone, rough kisses trailing to her throat as his fingers pushed under her hoodie and clenched tight onto her love handles.
“Boyd…” Queenie protested, a moan drowning out every thought she had.
“I know. I promise you won’t be late.”
Queenie pried her eyes open just in time to see Boyd pull a vibrator from beneath his pillow. Her legs widened in invitation.
“As much as I love being trapped by your delicious curves, I want you on your stomach.”
Sleep drunk, she turned, gasping when her shorts were ripped from her body. With one arm wrapped around her waist, the other pushed a pillow beneath her hips.
“I’m going to fuck and cream you up, only to eat that sweet cunt of yours for breakfast.” The words had barely left his dirty mouth before she was assaulted with sensations.
The vibrator tickled her clit, and his lubed cockhead met her entrance.
She attempted to muffle her moans, only to have her head wrenched to the side.
“Don’t you dare take the pleasure of your moans away from me. ”
Boyd hammered into her and her eyes rolled back into her head. She took control of the toy, giving Boyd the space to grab her waist instead, where he clenched tightly.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted, his thrusts growing erratic. “And you listen so well. You’re already so close. Your pussy so tight around me.”
With a press of a button, she threw herself over the edge and right into overstimulation—she wouldn’t stop until he was finished. The moment his cock swelled, she tossed the toy aside.
Sucking her earlobe, Boyd rode out his orgasm. “You did so well making yourself come for me.”
She panted, mind blurring, unable to keep up with his intoxicating dirty talk. He moved to enact what he’d promised, and she quickly found her voice. “I want to watch,” she demanded, turning on her back.
He sat back on his heels and cocked his brow with a dirty, sexy grin.
“You want to watch me eat my load from your pussy?” he asked, holding his release in place with his fingers.
When she bit her lip and nodded, eyes fixed on him pushing his cum back inside her, he let out a low, growling moan. “Like this?”
Slowly, very slowly, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. She shuddered, a whimper pressing past her lips. “Yes.”
Another soft groan as he bent over and licked her clean. “I might never let you leave if you seduce me like this every morning.”
She watched, entranced as Boyd licked up every last drop.
Her insides had turned to mush, her whole body tingling and he was hardly touching her.
Only once he seemed satisfied, he picked her up to carry her to the bathroom.
She latched onto his beard, hauling him in for a kiss, unafraid of her own taste on his tongue.
God, was she messed up for thinking this was hot?
She quickly decided no, because a satisfied hum filtered through the kiss before he sat her next to the sink.
When he pulled back, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “I’ll get the coffee started and pack you breakfast.”
She eyed the assortment of brushes and combs on the counter, calling him back. “Which one can I use for my hair?”
Boyd popped his head back into the bathroom, an amused grin quirking his lips. “Use the black one.”
“You have five brushes for your beard?”
He cocked his brow and ran his fingers through his brown facial hair. “You think I wake up like this?”
After a shower, Boyd sent her off with a kiss to her forehead, a coffee to-go, and a lovingly packed breakfast. He escorted her to the garage and held her car door open. “Be safe and have a good day at work.”
Queenie waved goodbye, letting that warm feeling carry her throughout her day.