Chapter Thirteen
Suds
Needing her more than a diver does oxygen, blood rushes to my trouser snake. As her sweet spot swells under my attention, my brain cells refuse to fire. Neanderthal-man takes control and I turn her front to the wall. Her back to my chest, I slip my arms free of my coat and after tucking the heavy wool close around us, I stroke her clit.
With eyes glistening in the yellow light of the restaurant’s window, she reaches back to circle her fingers around my painfully hard length and snickers as a creature scurries past. “The natives are restless.”
“He should find his own gal.” I nibble the tip of her ear, slip a palm under her shirt, and lift her sports bra over her breasts, eternally grateful to whoever invented spandex.
“Don’t stop.” Her breathy croak urges me on, and she rocks against my hand, spiking my desire.
Right hand to her core, left to her tits, I play her sweet music until she falls apart. Turning her around, I place my tip at her entrance, thrust into the thralls of her orgasm and swallow her scream.
“Babe.” A hungry man, I cup her butt and pinion her for the best angle.
“Go.” Lifting her legs, she locks her ankles behind my back, and with her arms around my waist, holds on tight.
“Holy fuck.” My heart thumps and as all the nerve endings in my body scream for release, she bites my shoulder.
Lightning strikes my balls, my juices shoot out, and as my eyes sting at the overwhelming high, neither one of us moves. Slowly, the embers of our fireworks float down to earth and when they touch ground, she squirms.
“I don’t suppose you got a tissue?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I pull an old-fashioned handkerchief from a pocket in the silk lining. “I am always in a state of readiness in mind and body to do my duty.”
“Navy SEAL motto?” She kisses my cheek.
“Boy Scouts.” Chuckling, I keep the wool high while she cleans my cum from her thigh.
“Huh. I thought it wasBe Prepared.” She slips her foot into her pants leg and after pressing her lips to the tip of my sensitive cock, she tucks me in, and zips up my fly. “Guess you didn’t need those pills.”
“Pills? What pills?” I wait for her to finish her balancing act of putting on her boot before lifting her chin.
“The ones you ordered.” Her gaze guileless, she stares back at me.
“Sugar, I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about.”
“You know… If your erection lasts more than four hours… you may need emergency care.”
Damn, she’s serious.“Did you think I was suffering from erectile dysfunction?” If my jaw could drop any further, I’d need to scoop it off the cement.
All sex mussed, her lips swollen, she reaches under her shirt and adjusts her boobs back into their harness. “Well, it has been a while.”
“Hell, babe, I couldn’t get you alone for a second.”One of my friends must be messing with me and if I had to guess, I’d put my money on Lucky.“Who was the box addressed to?”
“Occupant.”
“Darlin’, you crack me up.” Despite the insult, I pull her close, and knock on the back door until the waiter opens.
I hand him a couple twenties. “Thank you, kindly.”
When he leaves, she grins up at me. “Well, Watson, I believe we solved ‘The Mysterious Case of the Penis Pills.”
“Not so fast, Holmes, did you ask Joey if they were his?”
“God, no. I couldn’t. Eww.”
“How about Rose or Mia?”
