A/N: Back at it again.

Nikki held onto her bed frame, sharply exhaling.

"Jonesy," she crooned to the boyfriend between her legs.

He merely groaned, continuing to lick and savour her like his favorite ice cream.

She closed her eyes and felt his hands go from massaging the back of her thighs to gripping the curves of her hips.

"Just like that," she called down to him before his phone rang on her nightstand. A smirk appeared on her face and, soon enough, she reached over to see who was calling. She pressed "Accept Call" upon seeing a familiar name on the screen. "Hey, Jude. What's up?" she asked, collecting her voice so she wouldn't sound so breathy.

"Oh, hey, Nikki! Nothin' much. Is Jonesy hangin' around? Wanted to make sure we're still on for game night."

She licked her lips and gazed at the head between her thighs. "He's downstairs eating breakfast right now, but I can tell him you—ah—called." A sudden lick along her core sent her jolting.

"Everything alright?" Jude asked, concern in his voice.

"Oh, yeah, everything's fine," she said, her tone perturbed. "Something on TV just took me by surprise."

"Oh, okay," he said, more at ease and none the wiser. "Well, I guess I can hit Jonesy up later."

"I'll definitely have him call you back, Jude," she said, feeling more pressure at her center.

"Peace out, bra."

"Later!" she exclaimed with a faltering voice, eager to throw Jonesy's phone aside and revel in his skills. "Fuck," she muttered over and over again as he squeezed her bottom and lapped her up.

He purred, knowing she was dangerously close.

Her hips gyrated in circles, eager for release. Her back arched and her head tilted back.

"Jonesy… fuck," she moaned while he refused to let up.

After her body trembled through the last aftershocks, he released his grip on her and she moved, resting beside him.

"Rude," she teased as she caught her breath.

"Hey, you're the one who answered my phone. Had to get you back somehow," Jonesy said with a cocky grin. "By the way, what did Jude want?"

"He didn't know whether you and him were still on for game night or not."

"Definitely; I'll text him and let him know…" He rolled over and almost reached for his phone before stopping in his tracks. "Actually, I'll hit him back a little later."

"How come?" Nikki asked with a raised eyebrow.

He tackled her to the bed. "Because I'm not finished with you yet, baby."

A sultry smile graced her lips. "Oh, really?"

Running his fingers along her thighs, he said, "Yes, really. You're still not off the hook for taking my phone."

"Gotta teach me a lesson, I see."

Slipping a finger between her legs, he smiled and said, "Exactly. This is what happens when you take my stuff."

She sighed as he worked wonders inside her. "In that case, I'll never stop taking what's yours."

"So don't."