Page 28 of Home Brewed (The Perfect Cup #1)

Beck

H azel snuggles up next to me with her mug of hot cocoa, which is almost gone already, and fully invests herself in the movie. I learn something very important about Hazel in the first twenty minutes of the movie.

She asks a LOT of questions.

I guess I hadn’t noticed it before because we were always watching something she had already seen, but this girl can TALK. She’s asking questions to the characters directly at one point, and I’m practically shaking from holding in my laughs. It’s so fucking adorable.

About halfway through, I break, laughing out loud, “Why are you laughing at me?!” she cries, flapping her hand at the tv.

“You know they can’t hear you, right?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.

“I’m just saying, they totally teamed up for this!” She’s so passionately into it, I feel myself fall a little further for her.

“I’m laughing with you, not at you, I promise,” I say. I pull her feet into my lap, warming them in my hands as she settles back into the movie, and start rubbing her ankles through the stockings she’s wearing. “Is this okay? ”

“Yeah,” she breathes, still staring at the tv, her ire gone. “That’s fine.” She lets me continue for a moment. “Maybe I should take off the tights? Just so they don’t rub my skin.”

“Yeah, no worries.” I release her foot so she can wiggle out of her tights, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t enjoy the tiny sliver of her smooth ass cheek that peeks out from below her skirt when she finally pulls her toes out.

She scrunches the tights into a ball and tosses them next to her, putting her feet back in my lap happily.

She’s notably quieter with my hands on her, working into the soft muscles and tendons. She was wearing heels all night and I know her feet had to have been feeling it. I move my hands down, using my thumb to press into the arches, earning me a satisfied moan that goes directly to my dick.

I continue my ministrations, carefully placing her feet closer to my knees, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

It’s a half-decent plan, except when it comes time to switch feet, she places the one I had finished with in my lap.

There is no possible way she missed what I’m hiding there, and while her breath catches, she doesn’t move.

She keeps her eyes on the movie, settling further into the couch and letting her foot smooth along my lap distractingly.

It’s an effort to keep my moan in as I try to brush it off as an accident.

The second time she does it, I can’t help myself.

I look over at her, splayed out on my couch, and slide my hands from her feet up to her calves.

“I thought you were being a good girl tonight,” I say quietly. She squirms under my hands, and I let them roam even higher up her thighs.

“I thought I had been good. Is this not my reward?” I can still feel her foot on my cock, and it’s impossibly hard now. If she doesn’t stop, I’m afraid I’m going to develop a foot fetish. I’ve been a gentleman, wanting to wait until I got a signal from her that I can push further.

This is the signal. Both hands are on her thighs now, wrapped around the tops of them as I slowly drag her closer to me .

“Something about the two of us on a couch…” I trail off.

“This does seem to always happen,” she agrees, trying to keep the hitch out of her voice. “They should come with warning labels.”

“And do you want it to keep happening?” I ask, my hands now under her skirt, rubbing lightly, dipping to the inner thighs, making her eyelids flutter.

“Yes, please.” Her voice is airy as her hand comes to rest on my arm, anchoring herself to me.

“Good girl.”

I place one hand under her ass and one under her back to pull her into my lap to straddle me.

I waste no time crushing my lips against hers, tangling my hand in her hair again as I push my tongue into her mouth, stroking hers and swallowing the delicate moans she makes.

Her hips move on my lap, rolling against me torturously, and I can feel her smirking against my mouth.

My teeth graze her bottom lip in a playful warning.

Her hand drags across the front of my shirt, fumbling as she begins to undo buttons.

I groan as she pushes it off my shoulders, trailing her nails along my skin.

Breaking our kiss, she traces my jaw with her lips, placing kisses along my throat as she begins to slide from my lap to land on the floor between my knees, dragging her nails down my legs as she goes.

My mouth goes dry. I’ve never seen a more gorgeous sight.

My balls draw up as she runs her hands over me.

She’s fucking killing me and she hasn’t even started.

This is not where I saw tonight going.

“Fuck, pretty girl, you look so good on your knees for me.” I stroke her hair as she nibbles her lip and reaches for my belt.

I angle my hips to give her easier access as she pulls my jeans and boxers off in one go, letting them sit at my calves.

She takes a moment and looks at my cock, stiff and weeping against my stomach.

She licks her lips and looks up at me, waiting for instruction.

She is such a good fucking girl, waiting for me to take control. To take care of her. We’re both going to enjoy this .

“Do you want to suck it, pretty girl?” I wrap my hand and pump myself teasingly, her eyes tracking the motion.

“Please.” The word is little more than a breath.

“Show me your pretty, pink tongue.”

She slowly opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, letting me place my cock on it as she licks the small drop of pre-cum off my tip, eyes wide and never leaving mine.

Fuck, this girl is going to ruin me.

I let her replace my hand with hers, exploring me with her hands and tongue, running each in a long line up my shaft.

I lean my head on the back of the couch as she plays with me.

She hums as she sucks the tip into her mouth, pulling another moan from me as she swirls her tongue around me, sucking on me like a damn lollipop, teasing me with that little smile on her face.

Holy god, that mouth. I’m pretty sure any way she touched me would be heaven, but this is ecstasy.

The rhythm of her hand and mouth is intoxicating, and I try not to push her further onto me, to choke her with my cock like I’m dying to.

I don’t want to overwhelm her, to scare her off.

I reach my other hand into her hair as well to make a ponytail and guide her a little more roughly onto me, feeling myself go right to the back of her throat.

She watches me as she braces one hand on my thigh and brings the other up to gently roll my balls in her hand, making my eyes roll. She’s going to fucking kill me.

“You take me so good, sugar,” I croon, and I can see her rubbing her thighs together, her pussy aching for friction.

“So fucking good.” I’m fully in control of her movements, the power only slightly going to my head.

Her eyes water when I repeatedly hit the back of her throat, gagging slightly as I keep her mouth full of me.

My dick twitches at the sight, my good girl trying to take all of me, trying to please me.

“Just like that, sugar.” The words flow from me without thought.

“Such a good fucking girl.” I can feel myself getting close, lightning trickling up from the base of my spine as she hollows out her cheeks and sucks me in earnest. All of my focus is on her, so I’m shocked when a large ball of blonde fur barrels into her, knocking her over and nearly taking my dick with it.

“Fish! Down!” I shout, pulling up my jeans and shoving myself back into my boxers quickly So I can help Hazel, who had been full body tackled onto the floor and was suffering death by licks.

Her light giggles trill through the room and now it’s hard to be mad at him.

She wipes her chin as she sits up, some tears still in her eyes, either from my cock hitting her throat or from laughing at my idiot dog who can’t read a room.

I help her up and lean down to give him pets, his tail happily thumping on the ground.

“So, this is the famous Fish?” she asks, still wheezing through her laughter. She collapses into my chest once I have her on her feet.

“Yes, and apparently he’s ready to meet you now.

” I would be annoyed, but she finds him so charming.

Fish pushes his way between us, tail still wagging maniacally, looking up, wondering who is going to give him love.

Hazel caves and leans down to pet his dumb little head, and his tail smacks around with delight.

“He’s very sweet,” she coos as she pets the dog who has stolen one hundred percent of her attention away from me. I can’t blame her either, he’s cute as hell.

“Speaking of sweet things,” I bring her back in, flush against my bare chest, drawing her attention away from my new nemesis, “I haven’t gotten to taste you yet.

” Her eyes close slightly as I drag my stubble across her neck, whispering kisses as I go.

“Are you going to let me, pretty girl?” My forgotten erection returns as she nods against me, leaning her weight into me.

“Do you want to continue upstairs?” She nods again, and I reach my hands to the backs of her thighs, lifting her so she can wrap her legs around me.

I bring her lips to mine again as I make my way to the stairs, only leaning away from her to make sure I don’t drop us both, and quickly turn into my room, thanking my lucky stars that I had the forethought to clean up. I’m a pretty neat guy. Still, life happens .