“I feel like I’ve run a marathon.” He gives me one long lick before sitting up so I can see his face.
His fingers replace his mouth as he tilts his head to survey the damage he’s done. I know for a fact I’m covered in hickies, bites, and a little rug burn from the one time we fell off the bed,but I still kept riding him like the prized pony at the Kentucky Derby.
“Slow and steady wins the race. I’ll drag this last one out of you until you scream for mercy.” His fingers move to curl inside me, and I grab the edges of the mattress for dear life.
“Please, Joel, it fucking hurts.” I’m not sure if I’m begging him to stop or keep going, but thankfully, he does, ‘cause he leans back down and bites my clit while his fingers speed up, and I’m sailing across the universe looking down from the heavens at us.
“Mmm,” his hum causes a tickle that rumbles up my spine, making me squirm away from him.
“Ok, enough, you fucking fiend.” I push him away with my foot to his forehead, causing him to fall off the bed.
“I need food. You’ve got me lightheaded and cum-drunk.” The pride on his face is the opposite of what I was going for, but fuck I can’t argue that as first times go, that was one fucking spectacular time.
“How about breakfast in bed?” I sigh as he sexually crawls back over my body to kiss me lightly.
“Followed by a hot bath and a massage with chafing cream?”
He laughs but nods.
“Deal.” He walks off naked to rummage through my kitchen as my phone rings.
“Hello,” I ask as I answer it on the second ring without looking.
“I’m on your porch with coffee and donuts, but I see a man cooking with nothing but an apron on. Goddamn, that’s a pretty ass.” I roll my eyes at my best friend’s commentary.
“If you would stop staring at his ass, you’d see who it is,” Corvin mumbles something about the front not being able to be as nice as the back until I hear him choke.
“That’s a really short apron, or he has a really long dick.” I nod like an idiot.
“Oh, it’s both my friend and he spent all night fucking me with it.” Corvin sucks in a breath, and then I hear my doorbell ring.
“Oh, your poor vagina. I’ll be up with ice and aspirin, but first I need to shake his hand.” He hangs up, and I flop down on the bed like a giddy schoolgirl.
I listen to the front door opening and then a loud gasp.
“What the fuck?” Before I can get out of bed and grab my robe, shouting begins, followed by the unmistakable cock of a gun.
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU POINTING THAT GUN AT?” Oh shit.
I run down my hall and skid to a halt in my living room, where the coffee Corvin brought is spilled all over my white carpet, while he stares daggers at Joel.
“I should shoot you just for looking at my ass.” I roll my eyes at him as my best friend slams his hands on his hips and leans into the gun with a tilt of his lips.
“Go ahead, I’ve seen better asses than that.” He points at Joel and waves his hand dismissively.
“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” I push Joel’s arm down and glare at Corvin.
“What? I put Apex on his ass, he ain’t gonna be a problem either.” He brushes imaginary lint or dust off his shoulder as I picture strangling him.
“What are you doing with a key to my ol’ lady’s house?”
Here we go.
“I’m sorry, who are you calling old?” Corvin takes a step forward to defend my honor, and I step between both men and put my arms up.
“Settle down. Corvin, you need to read the club bylaws I gave you. Joel, relax, you’ve met my best friend and business partner. He means me no harm.” Both of them are calm, but Joel, not being able to let shit go, mumbles under his breath.
“It’s not you I’m worried about.” He backs his way down the hall to where his clothes are.
