21. Ginger-Oh-Snaps #2
Jesse slams his hand over my mouth as the doorbell rings. Oh, sweet baby Jesus! Is it 6 p.m. already?! My frenzied gaze darts to the time on the microwave as my baby brother and Marlow pound on the front door.
"Savvy?! JP?!"
"Shh..." Jesse whispers, continuing to hammer me to the depths of hades as I wither in his grasp, legs quivering as he plants open-mouth kisses down the slope of my neck. "Not a word, princess."
"Mmm!" I whimper against his silencing palm, my walls clenching around his unyielding dick as he comes undone inside of me, the musky scent of bliss overpowering the sweet smell of gingersnaps. "Mmmmm!"
"Savannah! JP! Yoo-hoo! Y'all in there?!"
"We're coming!" I squeak out as Jesse releases his hold on me, and I gasp for air, using the table for balance.
"We sure are," Jesse rasps with a smug hum. He's making jokes?! At a time like this?! I crane my neck around, eyebrows springing up to my hairline as Jesse laughs, expression glowing with amusement. "What?"
"Go get the flipping door!" I grunt, shoving past his infuriatingly chiseled chest as I bolt down the hallway.
My puny, sated brain struggles to compute the seriousness of the situation as I flail around my room, looking for clothes to put on.
Anything that resembles a shirt! Why is nothing where it's supposed to be? ! "What is happening right now?!"
"'Sup man," I hear Jesse say as the front door slams shuts, shuffling footsteps getting louder. "Sorry bout that, we were out back. Didn't hear you."
"All good," Beau says. "Where's Sav?"
"Bathroom," Jesse says. "She'll be out soon."
Bathroom! I need to pee. Right! Dang it, I knew we didn't have time!
Stupid Jesse, with his lawyer-like ability to argue his way into another round!
Hopping on one foot, I pull my sweat shorts up as I beeline to the bathroom, making sure I don't draw any unwanted attention.
With a spritz of water to my face, I take a deep breath, bracing myself before exiting the bathroom.
I open the door and grab my chest, gasping.
Shoot .
"Howdy there, partner," Marlow coos, leaning against the wall. She casts me a greasy, all-knowing grin. "What were guys doing, huh?"
"Drop it," I say, pushing past her as I march into the living room. She prances behind me, humming you were banging, you were banging, you were banging under her breath. I spin around before we reach the living room, ears burning from annoyance. "Stop that! Beau might hear you!"
"Fine." Marlow rolls her eyes, aggressively biting the tip of a red vine. "God, you're no fun."
"Sav!" Beau appears in the archway, tub of Ben we've got movies to watch and snacks to eat."
"Sorry," I mutter, placing a plate of gingersnaps on the table.
I hesitate for a second before nestling myself between Beau and Jesse.
As soon as the blanket covers my legs, Jesse's hand finds my thigh.
Bastard! I lurch forward, grabbing the plate of cookies and shoving them in Beau's face. "Try one! "
"Uh—okay." Beau takes a big bite, nodding as he mumbles, "Mmm...it's real good. You made these?"
"Jesse helped," I say, chewing on the inside of my cheek.
Is it obvious? Is Marlow right?!
"Can we start the movie already?" Jesse asks, yawning as his misfit fingers graze my inner thigh. "I might not last until the end."
"Yeah, you look tired," Marlow notes in a cheeky tone. "Baking sure does take a lot of you, huh?"
"You know it." Jesse smirks, unabashed, as he tries to feed me a Dorito. "Isn't that right, princess?"
"I hate you," I grunt in a whisper, chomping down and nearly biting his fingers off.
Jesse presses play, pinching my side. “Hate you too, princess.”