Shane #2
“What do you think you’re doing?” She gives a little shove to my chest, causing me to sit in the chair.
Lowering to her knees, she pulls the jeans from my body, then looks up at me. “I’m hungry.” Her hand rubs over my cock and goes higher to my waistband to start taking my boxer briefs off.
“Let’s get you fed then.” My dick springs free as the underwear is tugged down and discarded.
Sitting back on her heels in front of me, she strips her shirt away, then frees her tits from the lace wrapped around her. I reach forward, toying with her pink tips that are already hard for me.
She leans forward, dragging them along my legs as she slides into place. Her hand takes the base, and her mouth takes the end. Swirling her tongue around, I sink lower as the feeling overwhelms my other thoughts.
Her and me. That’s all that matters.
Sliding her mouth over my hard dick, the tip of her tongue teases under the ridge and then swipes over the top again. “You taste so good, like my favorite candy.”
“Fuck me, baby.” I dig my fingers into her hair and hold her close.
When she takes me into her mouth again, I lean back and devour the view before my lids fall, and I give in to the feel, the pressure, the scrape of her teeth up my length, and the intensity of her tongue tracing the vein on her way down again.
I force my eyes open to see her suck me so hard that her cheeks hollow and her breath stalls in her chest. She comes up and gasps for air before the exquisite torture starts again. And again.
Her eyes are closed, but they open and fix on mine. I hold her head steady and start pumping into her mouth. “So fucking beautiful. You take what you need. You take everything, sweetheart.”
The pace quickens, her moans becoming louder as she takes every thrust and most of my dick down her throat. When one of her hands slips down between her legs, her eyes close as her breathing jags.
“Come back, pussycat.”
She looks up again, her eyes wild with desire. Her grip tightens around me, and she goes back down and up again, focused and determined. When she hums in pleasure, I lose it, fucking her mouth over and over until I’m drained of every drop.
Just when I stop, she lurches forward with her eyes closed, moaning in her own hedonism as she comes. “Ahh.” Her head falls forward, resting on my leg as her hand rushes and then stops.
Stroking her hair, I want to kiss her but don’t. I stay where I am while she lies on my lap, recuperating. We both need the time to catch our breath anyway.
When she angles up, setting her chin on my leg for a few seconds before sitting back, she then looks at me with a peaceful grin resting on her face. She’s not looking for approval, though she’d get five times over if I were asked. She’s just happy.
I fucking love it.
“What do we have to snack on?” she asks, that serene grin becoming a smirk.
While she soaks in a bubble bath with a glass of wine she didn’t get to enjoy earlier, I go outside to clean up the mess we left.
I squat down to study the yearbook that fell open to a different page.
I had so much fun in high school. Surfing, partying, playing with the band because it was so fucking fun to live life without a care in the world.
Some faces are familiar, and some aren’t, and then a photo in the bottom corner catches my eye. Catalina Farin. She hasn’t changed much. Neither has the asshole beside her. I chuckle, seeing a photo of us together back then. What are the chances?
I know she’ll get a kick out of seeing this, so I carry the yearbook into the bathroom. She says, “You were right. I’m never leaving this tub.” She takes a sip of wine, then sets the glass down. “It covers my entire body.”
“Sadly, that’s true.” Her laughter bubbles up, reaching her eyes. Beautiful. Still holding the book, I say, “Look what I found.”
Holding it out for her to see, her smile blooms right before my eyes. “I don’t remember that picture.”
“Neither do I, but I wasn’t one to flip through a yearbook back then.”
It’s instant—her smile dashed, her eyes staring, and her body pushing to get closer to the book. “That’s it, Shane.”
“What’s it?” I look back at the picture, trying to see what she does, but it’s a normal photo. “I don’t get it.”
Slipping into the tub, she lies back, redirecting her gaze to the ceiling. “That’s it,” she repeats. Her eyes pivot to mine, and she says, “We did a project together for government class.”
“I don’t remember.” And then I kick my own ass for sounding like I wouldn’t remember time with her. It’s not that. It was school, in general. I hated it.
She rolls her eyes. “Of course, you don’t.”
“Don’t take it like that. I don’t even remember graduation. I remember receiving our first Grammy, though.”
By her indifferent expression, I’m thinking she’s not impressed. “Babe, that’s amazing. I don’t even know how many you’ve won—”
“Two.”
Smiling for me, she slips through the water to lean on the edge facing me. “That’s incredible. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks. What were you saying about a project in government class?”
Bolting upright, she says, “We went to the library to do research.” Was I high? Possible. “It was statistics or something about the state of California.”
I jerk my head back. “How the fuck do you remember that?” I shut the yearbook and set it on the counter.
“Well, I loved school, and it was with you.” She takes a long drink of her wine and then stands up, soapy and slick. Fucking hell, I’m drawn to take her pink bud into my mouth and lick the bubbles away. I do because she’s all mine. And she really likes my mouth on her.
But then she grabs the towel and wraps it around her as if I wasn’t just seducing her. “Um . . .”
She laughs as she steps out of the tub. “I’m sorry, babe.” She kisses my chin, which is all she can reach barefoot, and then starts drying off. “But we’re on to something here.”
“I’m still lost. Want to fill me in?”
“It’s that project.” Cat rushes into the bedroom, still talking.
“That’s the clue we needed. We need to find out what we were researching.
” I follow her and sit in the chair in the corner.
She’s doing great, so I decide to stay quiet and let the expert do her thing.
She pulls on some tight pants, then flips her hair up in the towel.
Standing with those fantastic tits as an utter distraction to what she’s been saying, she asks, “Shane?”
My eyes dart to her. “What?”
Planting her fists on her hands, she says, “I’m going to need you to focus.”
“I’m going to need you to get dressed then.” At least I can still elicit a grin. Even if it is ripe with exasperation, I’ll take it.
She doesn’t cover up because she loves me. Coming to settle onto my lap, she kisses my cheek and takes a breath. “Whatever that project was will lead us to the answer. We need to figure out what we were assigned to do because it wasn’t getting married.”
“Let’s ask the teacher.”
“You make it sound so easy. What if we can’t find him online?” Adjusting her arms around my neck, she says, “My number isn’t listed out there. Yours isn’t. I know the school won’t give it to us.”
“Don’t worry.” I kiss her temple. “I have my ways. I found you, didn’t I?”