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Decan returned with Marco, who carried paper bags in his hands. Mr. Grumps had found a spot on the couch and was curled up, seemingly unbothered by the change of scenery.

“So, where is my new rival?” Marco asked, setting the food on the table.

“Already feeling at home and comfortable on the couch,” she laughed, curiously eyeing the bags. “Is that Chinese I smell?”

“Yep.” Marco followed Decan to the couch and sized up his opponent. “Well, that’s not really competition at all, is it.”

Decan reached out and scratched his new friend’s ear. “Did he eat?”

“A little.”

Marco rolled his eyes. “Look at you, changing your whole life within a week. First a girlfriend and now a cat. What’s next? Your midlife crisis?”

“Jealous, Marco?” she teased in return.

“Nope, living the bachelor life.”

“He still hasn’t grown out of his hoe phase,” Decan explained, taking to setting up the litter box in the guest bathro om.

Marco followed to the kitchen where she pulled out plates and glasses for them. “You serious about him?”

Well, so much for pleasantries. As it was, had seen this interrogation coming. After all, she expected Laura to do the same. “I am.” The answer came easy.

“He’s been through too much shit already. I don’t want to see his heart broken too.”

“I’m not here to hurt him.”

“He has bad days.”

“I know, and we’ve talked about it.”

Marco crossed his arms and fused his brows. “What do you see in him?”

“A kind, handsome guy who I enjoy spending time with.”

At that, Marco groaned. “Can you be less cheesy please?”

“Fine. He has nice tats, owns his own place and his dick is incredible.”

Marco stared at her for a moment, then broke into laughter. “Yeah, I like you.”

“Good, because you’re not going to get rid of me.”

Over dinner, enjoyed Marco throwing Decan under the bus with embarrassing stories from their past. They’d been friends since high school, and she loved hearing about the shenanigans they got themselves into.

After they’d eaten, Marco pulled her into a hug and headed home, leaving the two of them alone to watch a movie before she had to get going too.

While Decan settled on the couch, she refilled their drinks and loaded them up on snacks. But after she’d set it all down, Decan pulled her into his lap and captured her mouth in a scorching kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, loving how his fingers teased beneath her shirt.

“Another amazing day with you,” she hummed, straddling him and peppering kisses along his jawline. “It feels good to be with you.”

“I wish I could hold you here forever.” Decan’s voice was deep and raspy, and she could feel him hardening between her legs.

“I don’t think I can do that, but I can make the time we do have very special. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please.”

’s hands danced down his chest, shoving his shirt out of the way to tease down the hard planes of his stomach. Feeling his muscles twitch under her fingertips, she lifted his shirt and admired every inch of ink she revealed. Once the pesky fabric was tossed aside, she kissed him again, her hands gravitating to his belt. Decan groaned, his hands slipping beneath her shirt and grabbing her rolls she’d accumulated over the past few years.

Her fingers curled behind the waistband of his jeans, and she slipped off his lap, instantly missing his hands on her skin. She tugged his jeans with her, his hips lifting so she could pull him free. His thick cock tented his thin boxers, and she decided that those had to go too.

The second her fingers wrapped around his shaft, Decan’s head rolled back and he let out a long groan. “…”

“Yes?”

“May I please you too? ”

She ducked down, using her tongue to trace the prominent vein running along his length before pressing a gentle kiss to the tip. “You know I can’t resist when you ask so nicely.”

He patted on the couch next to him and tugged on her shirt with his other hand. “Please.”

She rose to her feet, discarding her shirt and bra, while Decan unzipped her jeans and tugged them down until she could step out of them. Once completely naked, she knelt next to him on the couch, lowering her mouth over his cock. Her lips had barely touched his sensitive cockhead when a deep sigh of relief filled the air, pebbling her skin with goosebumps. His fingers snaked down her spine before he palmed her ass and slid between her thighs. She adjusted her position, anticipating his fingers running through her dripping pussy. Two fingers slid in easily, Decan’s hips jerking as she gave him a firm suck.

She loved how gentle he was in praising her, combing her hair away from her face. There was no pressure on the back of her head, just soft strokes of approval. When his fingers pushed deeper into her, she hummed around his cock, taking him as deep as she could.

“Oh, little thief,” he groaned, his thighs flexing beneath her. She adored that nickname, loved how he wore his heart on his sleeve.

Decan crooked his fingers when rocked back onto him, silently begging for more. But when his thumb circled her back entrance and added pressure she halted. She lifted her head and sat up, giving him slow strokes with her hand. “We can do that, but only if you’re open to trying it too. ”

When Decan’s eyes met hers, could clearly see the struggle behind them.

“You don’t have to decide now. Just think about it.” With that, she dropped back down sucking Decan’s cock into her mouth and flicking her tongue against his slit. He jerked, a burst of precum coating her tongue. She eagerly drank it down, his fingers returning to their position. With his thumb rubbing against her hole, he’d clearly made up his mind. Emboldened, her fingers slid from his dick, down to his balls, giving them a gentle massage before her hand continued its path. She’d expected him to fight, but he only widened his thighs in anticipation. The new angle let her easily slip her middle finger around to his hole. She mirrored him, rimming the muscle with her finger and only adding pressure when he dared to. From experience, she knew it was best with lubricant, so she simply felt the muscle relax beneath her touch.

After a few moments, where Decan didn’t protest, she sat up and licked her lips. “We can save that for another day.”

Without warning, she straddled him and sank her pussy onto his cock, slow and easy to adjust to his size. Her head lolled back as she braced herself on his shoulder with one hand, latching onto a fistful of hair with the other. His hands were back on her waist, gripping her lovehandles and kissing along the hollow of her throat. Her heart raced, her mind already painting an erotic picture of what she would do with him if he actually allowed her to fuck him. She had fooled around with anal before, but no man had ever let her go to that extreme. With the possibility in front of her, her mind ran wild. She rewarded him with her pussy, the whole while he sucked kisses along her collarbone. Once he was buried to the hilt, she dropped her hand from his shoulder to slide between them and find her clit. She ground over his lap, finding a steady rhythm with her hips.

Decan’s lips had reached her ear, his words a hushed apology. “I’m close. So close.”

“I know. I want that.”

“What about you?”

“I want you to come,” she panted, her fingers working her clit faster. “I love feeling you fill me up.”

“Fuck, little thief.”

She moved faster, relentless. His grip on her waist tightened, but she showed no mercy. “I’m okay.” Thrust. “You’re doing so well, giving me what I want.” Another thrust. “What I need .”

Decan fought her, wrestled his orgasm—damn it, the man just needed to let go. His thighs quivered beneath her, body fighting the urge to release.

“Don’t fight it, baby. Give your little thief what she wants.”

That was it. Decan came on a roar, his cock jerking and spilling inside of her. Hot bursts of cum filled her up, sating a hunger she hadn’t known she had. She intensified the pressure on her clit, riding Decan through his orgasm until hers surged through her body. Panting, she let her head rest on his shoulder and dove into her climax with muffled moans.

“You did so well,” she hummed, running her fingers over his sides. “You made me feel so good.”

“I made you feel good?” He laughed, breathlessly. “I think you sucked my brain out through my cock.”

She chuckled, wanting nothing more than to curl up next to him and fall asleep. As if he could read her mind, he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“You’re thinking of leaving me, aren’t you?”

“Only for tonight so I can get home and into bed. I need to get to work again tomorrow.”

Defeated, Decan sighed and kissed her hair. “I know.”

Though she didn’t want to, got dressed and watched as Decan’s gorgeous body and tattoos disappeared behind his own clothes. She said goodbye to Mr. Grumps—who had moved from the couch to an armchair out of view during their escapade—and then let Decan walk her back to her car.