I put down the PS5 controller and pull my hair out of its messy bun. Shaking my head to unkink my neck and release my hair, I turn to Adam. He’s not paying much attention, drawing out some designs on graph paper.
“I’m tired of playing,” I sigh. I’m trying to sound the perfect combination of pouty and cute. I’m not tired of playing, but I’m absolutely tired of my clothes and his inattention. I lean over slowly to grab my drink, lifting my butt into the air as I go.
That got him. We lock eyes while I take a swig of beer.
“Are you giving me sex eyes?”
I just nod, maintaining eye contact with my eyebrows reaching up like they’re trying to shake hands with my hairline.
“Oh shit, you wanna fuck? Where, how do you want it?” His words are jumbled. He didn’t expect this considering we’d already had sex this afternoon.
I get up and grab his hand, pulling it to my hip. He doesn’t need any more guidance and cups my ass as he pulls me in fully for a kiss. His other hand frames my cheek.