Re: Under One Roof (M/L Adult) ch 11 8-30-09
Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 8:13 am
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NotYourChick
XAF RU208-Wouldn't that throw the town for a loop?
Kris
behr_able
Alien_Friend-They are teetering on that brink between friendship and something more.
Carolyn-More playfulness to come...
Natalie-Well, there are some things which just can't be denied...
Ken-Glad you're caught up!
Eve
Abby
Ginger-You are the bomb!
Jan-We are definitely working our way there.
A/N-Hope this little chapter makes sense--I was a little under the weather when I wrote it, but I wanted to get something posted before the work week started again.
“God, that smells good,” Max whimpered as his stomach grumbled in protest over a lack of food. Liz had broken out the breakfast burritos, passing two back to Michael and Maria before taking a bite of her own. As Max’s hands were occupied with steering and shifting, his breakfast would have to wait until they were well out of town. He watched as Liz tilted her head, taking of bite of the breakfasty goodness wrapped up in a golden-brown tortilla.
“Mmm…it is good,” came Liz’s muffled reply as she enjoyed her meal.
“The best,” concurred Maria, covering her mouth as she spoke.
“Damn fine burrito,” agreed Michael, not covering his mouth as he spoke.
As Liz brought the burrito to her lips for a second bite, she couldn’t help but feel Max’s eyes on her, or more correctly, on her burrito. Those sad, puppy-dog eyes of his were too much to resist.
“Awww…,” Liz playfully sympathized, smiling at Max’s pout before relenting, “Here, we can share,” she offered cheerfully. Before Max’s good manners could proffer a refusal, Liz brought the burrito to his lips.
“Come on, Max, you know you want to…,” she coaxed, wiggling the spicy burrito just under his nose.
Smiling as his eyes glanced toward Liz in the passenger seat, Max took a generous bite of the scrambled concoction, but not without bits of egg tumbling into his lap.
“Oops, here, I’ll get it,” Liz responded automatically, feeling a little guilty that the breakfast she had offered wound up on his shorts.
“Liz, you really don’t have to--,” Max frantically tried to communicate through his stuffed mouth.
Before he could swallow his bite and protest further, Liz’s hands had gone to his lap, picking up the yellow morsels and tossing them out the window.
Max sucked in a breath and stiffened his shoulders as Liz’s fingers unwittingly grazed his cock, gratefully hidden under the thick khaki twill. Every slight movement seemed to provoke his shaft to rise to her touch even as Max squirmed, trying to dislodge his spilled bits of breakfast onto the floor without avail. Naturally, this only caused some of the stray pieces to fall between his legs, the back of Liz’s hand skimming against his sac as she tidied up the mess.
“Liz--,” Max choked out as she turned her hand to lightly brush the remaining crumbs from his crotch, seemingly unaware of how such a simple task could affect a man.
Max was relieved when he had to step on the clutch and brake, making good use of the moment to discreetly shift his suddenly aroused member. Preoccupied with breakfast, Liz seemed oblivious to Max’s discomfort, though he swore Liz wore a mischievous smile as she took a second bite of their burrito.
Max’s eyes shot to the rear-view mirror, delivering a warning glance to Michael whose shoulders shook with silent laughter at Max’s predicament.
“Hey, Liz, maybe we’ve got some paper towels back here,” Maria hinted as she elbowed her still-laughing boyfriend. Michael sputtered egg onto his own lap as he chuckled, Maria shooting him a glace that indicated she would not be helping him out in a similar fashion.
As Maria poked around in the contents of their totes, Liz bent to search through the paper bags containing their food. Triumphantly, she emerged with what she’d been hunting.
“I knew I picked up some napkins,” she turned around, passing a few to Michael and Maria, though Michael had already simply brushed his mess onto the floor of the jeep.
“Thanks,” Maria replied, offering one to her less-than-tidy boyfriend before wrapping one around the remainder of her breakfast.
Thoughtfully, Liz saved Max from further humiliation by holding the burrito in her right hand and the napkin underneath in her left, feeding him as he drove.
“Good idea,” he breathed out, before taking another bite. He smiled at Liz, thankful for her generous attentions. His eyes followed nervously as Liz caught an errant curd in the napkin, unable to keep his gaze from dropping to rounded flesh that pushed together, as both of Liz’s hands were employed with feeding her hungry driver. Liz's breasts, covered only by two red triangles of fabric threatened to reignite the stiffness in his shorts that he had only recently overcome.
“Mmm,” Max groaned through a full mouth, his face contracting a little in pleasure.
“You like?” Liz questioned rhetorically.
“Mmm-hmm,” Max sighed as his eyes traveled back to Liz’s, the remaining burrito teetering in her fingers. Max regained his composure as he chewed, trying to refocus on the traffic ahead.
“Well, I’ll have to tell Dad to add them to the regular menu—everyone seems to have enjoyed them so,” Max nodded and continued with his appreciative hums of satisfaction, trying to cover for his delayed realization that Liz’s last question referred to food.
During a stretch of road with fewer cars, Liz offered Max his coffee cup to wash down the egg, sausage and tortilla.
“You want me to get the other burrito?” Liz asked, as one more remained in the Styrofoam box.
“Mm—how bout something sweet?” Max always liked a little sweet with his spicy.
“Coming right up,” Liz reached for the white bag, plucking the sticky sweet circles from its depths.
“Donut?” she offered to her friends in the backseat.
“Sure!” Michael snatched the fried treat from Liz’s fingers with his usual brashness, earning another glare from Maria.
“Yes, thank you,” Maria replied as Liz passed back another, the blonde raising her eyebrows to her long-haired boyfriend as a lesson in basic etiquette.
“Here we go—one donut coming up,” Liz grinned as she brought the still-warm donut to Max’s lips. As the rest of their napkin supply was inaccessible at the moment, Liz looked for any bits of falling donut, though she found herself growing a little warm, watching Max’s mouth wrap around his bite, the sugary glaze coating his lips as his tongue darted out to lick them.
A little whimper escaped Liz’s throat, though she tried to disguise it as appreciation over her own mouthful.
They had escaped the city, a great relief washing over them as they hit the highway and the only onlookers they encountered were the deer and antelope that munched their own grassy breakfast at the side of the road. Though Max really didn’t have to shift the jeep again for several miles, he rested his hand on the knob, encouraging Liz’s attentions.
They traded bites of donuts back and forth, Liz eventually provoking a huge grin, teasing Max by pulling the donut just out of his reach, making him lunge for it with a playful chomp. Max chuckled at the game, bits of donut peeking out from the corners of his grin.
Liz squealed in playful delight at Max’s uncharacteristic voraciousness, his eyes shining at provoking such a reaction.
“Greedy much?” she chuckled before taking a dainty bite of their second shared donut.
“Only when it comes to sweets,” Max confessed, opening his mouth expectantly for his turn.
Liz made as if she were customarily bringing the donut to Max’s mouth, then as she neared his lips, suddenly denied him the sweet morsel, popping the donut into her own mouth with an impish grin.
“Now who’s greedy?” Max gasped in playful indignation, though his fantasy of stealing the sweetness back from her lips belied his actual words.
“Mmm, not me,” Liz replied teasingly, “I saved the last bite all for you,” she sweetly fed Max the remaining donut, the absence of the final bite revealing her sugar-coated fingers. Liz wondered briefly if she had actually heard Max growl.
“Now if I can just find a napkin,” Liz glanced down at the floorboard as Max swallowed, hoping to find something to rid herself of the sticky sweetness.
Startled, Liz gasped when Max, taking her hand, brought her fingertips to his mouth, his tongue licking away the stray glaze that resided there, pulling each finger through his lips, sucking a little on each digit in turn.
Liz stared in shock at Max, caught totally off guard at the feel of his warm mouth against her skin, amazed that his tongue’s attentions to her fingertips could provoke the heat that she felt building between her legs. She began to stammer some incoherent words in response, but none came.
As Max licked the last bit of sugary goodness from Liz’s pinky, he released her finger with a little, wet plop, a mischievous smile spreading across his face as Liz’s hand returned to her lap in slow-motion, her mouth agape until she read the twinkle in Max’s eyes, groaning as she shook her head in awareness of his playful retribution for her earlier attentions toward his eggy lap.
With Michael and Maria behind them, trying unsuccessfully to stifle their laughter, Max leaned in to Liz, his lips close to her ear, his voice smooth and deep, tinged with just a smidgen of seductive teasing, “It looks like we’re both clean now, doesn’t it?”
NotYourChick
XAF RU208-Wouldn't that throw the town for a loop?
Kris
behr_able
Alien_Friend-They are teetering on that brink between friendship and something more.
Carolyn-More playfulness to come...
Natalie-Well, there are some things which just can't be denied...
Ken-Glad you're caught up!
Eve
Abby
Ginger-You are the bomb!
Jan-We are definitely working our way there.
A/N-Hope this little chapter makes sense--I was a little under the weather when I wrote it, but I wanted to get something posted before the work week started again.
“God, that smells good,” Max whimpered as his stomach grumbled in protest over a lack of food. Liz had broken out the breakfast burritos, passing two back to Michael and Maria before taking a bite of her own. As Max’s hands were occupied with steering and shifting, his breakfast would have to wait until they were well out of town. He watched as Liz tilted her head, taking of bite of the breakfasty goodness wrapped up in a golden-brown tortilla.
“Mmm…it is good,” came Liz’s muffled reply as she enjoyed her meal.
“The best,” concurred Maria, covering her mouth as she spoke.
“Damn fine burrito,” agreed Michael, not covering his mouth as he spoke.
As Liz brought the burrito to her lips for a second bite, she couldn’t help but feel Max’s eyes on her, or more correctly, on her burrito. Those sad, puppy-dog eyes of his were too much to resist.
“Awww…,” Liz playfully sympathized, smiling at Max’s pout before relenting, “Here, we can share,” she offered cheerfully. Before Max’s good manners could proffer a refusal, Liz brought the burrito to his lips.
“Come on, Max, you know you want to…,” she coaxed, wiggling the spicy burrito just under his nose.
Smiling as his eyes glanced toward Liz in the passenger seat, Max took a generous bite of the scrambled concoction, but not without bits of egg tumbling into his lap.
“Oops, here, I’ll get it,” Liz responded automatically, feeling a little guilty that the breakfast she had offered wound up on his shorts.
“Liz, you really don’t have to--,” Max frantically tried to communicate through his stuffed mouth.
Before he could swallow his bite and protest further, Liz’s hands had gone to his lap, picking up the yellow morsels and tossing them out the window.
Max sucked in a breath and stiffened his shoulders as Liz’s fingers unwittingly grazed his cock, gratefully hidden under the thick khaki twill. Every slight movement seemed to provoke his shaft to rise to her touch even as Max squirmed, trying to dislodge his spilled bits of breakfast onto the floor without avail. Naturally, this only caused some of the stray pieces to fall between his legs, the back of Liz’s hand skimming against his sac as she tidied up the mess.
“Liz--,” Max choked out as she turned her hand to lightly brush the remaining crumbs from his crotch, seemingly unaware of how such a simple task could affect a man.
Max was relieved when he had to step on the clutch and brake, making good use of the moment to discreetly shift his suddenly aroused member. Preoccupied with breakfast, Liz seemed oblivious to Max’s discomfort, though he swore Liz wore a mischievous smile as she took a second bite of their burrito.
Max’s eyes shot to the rear-view mirror, delivering a warning glance to Michael whose shoulders shook with silent laughter at Max’s predicament.
“Hey, Liz, maybe we’ve got some paper towels back here,” Maria hinted as she elbowed her still-laughing boyfriend. Michael sputtered egg onto his own lap as he chuckled, Maria shooting him a glace that indicated she would not be helping him out in a similar fashion.
As Maria poked around in the contents of their totes, Liz bent to search through the paper bags containing their food. Triumphantly, she emerged with what she’d been hunting.
“I knew I picked up some napkins,” she turned around, passing a few to Michael and Maria, though Michael had already simply brushed his mess onto the floor of the jeep.
“Thanks,” Maria replied, offering one to her less-than-tidy boyfriend before wrapping one around the remainder of her breakfast.
Thoughtfully, Liz saved Max from further humiliation by holding the burrito in her right hand and the napkin underneath in her left, feeding him as he drove.
“Good idea,” he breathed out, before taking another bite. He smiled at Liz, thankful for her generous attentions. His eyes followed nervously as Liz caught an errant curd in the napkin, unable to keep his gaze from dropping to rounded flesh that pushed together, as both of Liz’s hands were employed with feeding her hungry driver. Liz's breasts, covered only by two red triangles of fabric threatened to reignite the stiffness in his shorts that he had only recently overcome.
“Mmm,” Max groaned through a full mouth, his face contracting a little in pleasure.
“You like?” Liz questioned rhetorically.
“Mmm-hmm,” Max sighed as his eyes traveled back to Liz’s, the remaining burrito teetering in her fingers. Max regained his composure as he chewed, trying to refocus on the traffic ahead.
“Well, I’ll have to tell Dad to add them to the regular menu—everyone seems to have enjoyed them so,” Max nodded and continued with his appreciative hums of satisfaction, trying to cover for his delayed realization that Liz’s last question referred to food.
During a stretch of road with fewer cars, Liz offered Max his coffee cup to wash down the egg, sausage and tortilla.
“You want me to get the other burrito?” Liz asked, as one more remained in the Styrofoam box.
“Mm—how bout something sweet?” Max always liked a little sweet with his spicy.
“Coming right up,” Liz reached for the white bag, plucking the sticky sweet circles from its depths.
“Donut?” she offered to her friends in the backseat.
“Sure!” Michael snatched the fried treat from Liz’s fingers with his usual brashness, earning another glare from Maria.
“Yes, thank you,” Maria replied as Liz passed back another, the blonde raising her eyebrows to her long-haired boyfriend as a lesson in basic etiquette.
“Here we go—one donut coming up,” Liz grinned as she brought the still-warm donut to Max’s lips. As the rest of their napkin supply was inaccessible at the moment, Liz looked for any bits of falling donut, though she found herself growing a little warm, watching Max’s mouth wrap around his bite, the sugary glaze coating his lips as his tongue darted out to lick them.
A little whimper escaped Liz’s throat, though she tried to disguise it as appreciation over her own mouthful.
They had escaped the city, a great relief washing over them as they hit the highway and the only onlookers they encountered were the deer and antelope that munched their own grassy breakfast at the side of the road. Though Max really didn’t have to shift the jeep again for several miles, he rested his hand on the knob, encouraging Liz’s attentions.
They traded bites of donuts back and forth, Liz eventually provoking a huge grin, teasing Max by pulling the donut just out of his reach, making him lunge for it with a playful chomp. Max chuckled at the game, bits of donut peeking out from the corners of his grin.
Liz squealed in playful delight at Max’s uncharacteristic voraciousness, his eyes shining at provoking such a reaction.
“Greedy much?” she chuckled before taking a dainty bite of their second shared donut.
“Only when it comes to sweets,” Max confessed, opening his mouth expectantly for his turn.
Liz made as if she were customarily bringing the donut to Max’s mouth, then as she neared his lips, suddenly denied him the sweet morsel, popping the donut into her own mouth with an impish grin.
“Now who’s greedy?” Max gasped in playful indignation, though his fantasy of stealing the sweetness back from her lips belied his actual words.
“Mmm, not me,” Liz replied teasingly, “I saved the last bite all for you,” she sweetly fed Max the remaining donut, the absence of the final bite revealing her sugar-coated fingers. Liz wondered briefly if she had actually heard Max growl.
“Now if I can just find a napkin,” Liz glanced down at the floorboard as Max swallowed, hoping to find something to rid herself of the sticky sweetness.
Startled, Liz gasped when Max, taking her hand, brought her fingertips to his mouth, his tongue licking away the stray glaze that resided there, pulling each finger through his lips, sucking a little on each digit in turn.
Liz stared in shock at Max, caught totally off guard at the feel of his warm mouth against her skin, amazed that his tongue’s attentions to her fingertips could provoke the heat that she felt building between her legs. She began to stammer some incoherent words in response, but none came.
As Max licked the last bit of sugary goodness from Liz’s pinky, he released her finger with a little, wet plop, a mischievous smile spreading across his face as Liz’s hand returned to her lap in slow-motion, her mouth agape until she read the twinkle in Max’s eyes, groaning as she shook her head in awareness of his playful retribution for her earlier attentions toward his eggy lap.
With Michael and Maria behind them, trying unsuccessfully to stifle their laughter, Max leaned in to Liz, his lips close to her ear, his voice smooth and deep, tinged with just a smidgen of seductive teasing, “It looks like we’re both clean now, doesn’t it?”