He felt nice. I’d never admit it, but I did like Flash. I loved him, but no way in hell was Iinlove with him.
“Might as well shoot for the stars.” I giggled, snuggling my face into his chest and inhaling. My nose tickled. His normal smell was missing and seemed to have been replaced by something offensive and stinky as fuck. “Flash, you smell like shit,” I said, pushing him away.
He lifted his arms, sniffing his pit as he wrinkled his nose. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling off his shirt. “Let me grab a shower and I’m yours.” He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants. Bending over, he pushed down the jeans and tossed them to the side.
“You’re mighty comfy here, aren’t you?” I asked, taking my turn to lean in the doorway and stare at him. He was rough around the edges but beautiful. His smile was killer, but he wasn’t the boy I’d had a crush on when I was a kid.
As he reached in the shower, turning on the water, he turned to me and smiled. “I can fuck you smelling like shit.” His back stiffened as he stood straight, cracking his knuckles. “As long as I get some pussy, I don’t give a fuck what I smell like.”
“Get your dirty ass in the shower,” I groaned, ready to rip my hair out but itching to touch him.
He laughed, climbing in the shower. Flash was always cute, but as he’d aged, he’d turned into a ruggedly handsome man. Less and less of his skin was visible, replaced by tattoos that decorated his body like a storyboard—most of the work I’d done over the years. He’d been my best test subject when I was learning my craft. Stupid fucker, if you ask me. I wouldn’t let some newbie put ink that soap couldn’t wash off on my body. He was tall, a couple of inches taller than I was, and lean. He wasn’t overly muscular or bulky, but he fit between my thighs like a glove.
“You starin’, baby?” he asked, his voice muffled by the water.
I blinked, pulling my eyes away. “Fuck no. Hurry your ass up,” I said, stomping out of the bathroom.
I pulled back the blankets as I waited for Flash. His whistling filled the room, along with the plops of water that cascaded off his body, hitting the shower floor. I stripped off my clothes, fell on the bed, sprawled out, and stared at the ceiling.
I used to get so excited when he said that he was dropping by for a little while. Not so much anymore. I kept telling myself, “It’ll pass,” but it never did. He’d grown more loving and tender, and both of those freaked me the hell out. It ain’t my bag.
Years ago, I’d be jumping up and down on the bed, waiting for the big, bad Sam, a.k.a. Flash, to come toss my apples. Now, it was—
“Ready or not, here I come!” he yelled from the bathroom, interrupting my thoughts.
“Yippee,” I muttered, rolling my eyes as I leaned up on my elbows.
He strode into the room stark naked and dripping wet. “You look edible.” He stopped at the foot of my bed and stared down at me. “I think you need to come, Izzy. You’re wound tight tonight. Let me help you out.” He grabbed my feet and yanked my body to the edge of the bed.
“Up for the challenge?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I placed the bottom of my feet on his chest.
“Babe, really?” he asked, holding my ankles.
“You think you’re that good at eating pussy?” I laughed, trying not to hurt his male ego.
“I munch like no other.”
I knew the man tried to be sexy, but ew. He wasn’t. “Show me whatcha got. If you’re a good boy, I’ll give ya some pussy.”
He rubbed his hands together before placing my foot on his shoulder. “I’m going to eat it like it’s my last fucking meal.”
I melted into the bed, feeling his hot breath on me as he inhaled.
“Better than fresh-baked apple pie.”
“Less talking, more eating, Flash.” I threw my arm over my face, blocking out all light as he placed his mouth on me.
Moaning, he sucked my clit into his mouth, making my eyes roll back into my head.
“Fuck,” I hissed, drawing in a sharp breath.
He mumbled, the vibration penetrating my skin, as he drew me deeper into his mouth. Sinking into the bed, I reached down and grabbed his head.
“Right there, Flash,” I pleaded, grinding my pussy against his face.
He gripped my thighs, pulling me closer as his tongue traced tiny circles around my clit.
Shivers raked my body. He knew exactly how I liked it. Many years of fooling around had given him that advantage over other men. His fingers slid through my wetness, causing my body to clench in anticipation.
