"You’re a menace," he muttered from the passenger seat, eyes half-closed.
He barely got a word out before she proved that morning stamina was a myth. Her mouth was relentless, her hands pinning his hips down when he tried to squirm. "No," she ordered softly. "You don’t get to help. Just feel." By the time she finished, his legs were shaking. "Two," she smiled, kissing his stomach. "Now you can have your coffee."
"And you said no." Her smile was pure wickedness. "But now we’re here. No cell service. No neighbors. Just you and me… and my growing need to drain every last bit of stress out of you."
They left the cabin later than planned. Alex could barely walk straight. Shaiden, radiant and smug, drove them home. Shaiden Rogue - Girlfriend Drains My Balls In -...
Alex laughed nervously. "Patient? You tried to pull over at the last three rest stops."
He groaned. But when she looked up at him with that little smirk, he knew he was a dead man. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
He didn’t deny it. He couldn’t. His brain was too empty—drained, you might say—to form a coherent argument. "You’re a menace," he muttered from the passenger
And he did. For about an hour.
"One down. Two to go. At least." Saturday morning, he woke to the smell of coffee and the weight of her straddling his hips. "Morning, sleepyhead," she said, already naked beneath the rumpled sheets. "I made you breakfast. But first…" She slid down his body. "Dessert."
Except the coffee went cold. Because ten minutes later, she was bent over the kitchen counter, looking back at him with those hungry eyes. "I changed my mind. One more before eggs." "No," she ordered softly
She reached over and squeezed his knee. "And you love it."
"Thirsty?" she asked innocently.
"You can," she said, pulling him toward the bedroom. "And you will. That’s what a boyfriend is for." By Saturday night, Alex had lost count. His body was a pleasant, aching void. He lay sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled, while Shaiden traced lazy patterns on his chest.
The Long Weekend
Then her hand found his thigh. "You know," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear, "I’ve been thinking about this drive up here all week. Watching you concentrate on the road. Your jaw. Your hands on the wheel." Her fingers traced higher. "I’ve been patient."
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