This time, I burst out laughing. “What?”
“No really. You’re bigger than I thought you’d be.”
“Is that an ‘Asians have small dicks’ joke?”
Etna meets my eyes with a wide grin. “No. I’m looking at body proportions. You’re as fat as a soda can.”
I laugh again. “Stop it. I am not.” I’m really not. He’s exaggerating. However, laughing breaks the tension and his hand moves over my dick easier.
“Lube?” he asks.
The table beside the chair usually has some in the drawer. Well, at the place before this, it did. I’m not sure what’s in there now. I reach blindly, fumbling until I find what I’m looking for. Yep. That’s it.
“Lift your hips. I need to see this anaconda.”
“You’re stroking my ego more than my dick,” I point out, but lift my hips so he can shove my pants and underwear down.
“No. No, I’m really not,” he says, staring at my dick. There’s a second of silence as he examines my hard cock laying against my stomach.
I’m not sure if I’m so fucking hard right now because it’s been a ridiculously long time since the last time someone touched me, or if it’s because Etna suddenly turns me on.
His eyes flicker to mine and he holds his hand out. I uncap the lube and squirt some into his hands. Etna rolls his eyes. “More than that. You have a big dick to cover.”
“Stop being dramatic.” I squirt some more. “You have big hands. Use them.”
He grins and sits back. This fucker does use both on me, sliding them up and down, twisting them in opposite directions. Stroking with one hand and massaging my head with the other. When he starts pulling on my dick one hand at a time in endless succession from root to tip, that’s all I can take as I writhe under him. I come everywhere.
Yep, I make a fucking mess. I think my eyes even roll back in my head.
When I open my eyes to look at him while I pant, he’s smirking at me. “Feel better?”
I nod. “Yeah. You want?—”
Etna grins. “I’m calling a rain check for now, but definitely later. Don’t move. I’ll get something to clean you up.” He backs off the chair and pauses. “And maybe some new clothes. You really made a mess. Like you’ve been holding that in just for me.”
“If I had the energy to give you the middle finger, I would.”
“From just a handie… Wait until we really get going. You’ll be my sweet, limp noodle.”
“Go away.”
Etna’s laughter follows him out of the room. A stupidly big smile covers my face and Ican’tmake it go away no matter how hard I try.
CHAPTER 17
ETNA
“You know,all the wedding themes I keep finding are just… boring,” I grumble.
Keno glances at me. We’ve spent most of the last twenty-four hours attending to our various assignments. I think Keno’s sent fifty venue inquiries. Maybe that’s an exaggeration, but it feels that way. Autofill already knows exactly what he’s going to fill in when he gets to the ‘Contact Us’ page now.
“Regency, romantic, glamorous, modern, whimsical, rustic, bohemian, art deco, tropical, desert—which seems too cliché since we live in the desert—timeless. I don’t even know what that means. Vintage, travel, nautical, disco, celestial, gothic, southern charm, traditional, casual, preppy… Like, none of these feels like us.”
“No, I get that. Not a single one of those sounds even remotely appealing.”
“Then it goes the other way; wizards, LEGOs, pirates, zombies, bikers, medieval,Alice in Wonderland—which, by the way, looks totally amazing and wild, but not really us—superheroes, fantasy, carnival, outer space,Wizard of Ozand other popular book inspirations. But seriously, where are the cool hockey weddings?”
“Have you seen any hockey weddings?”
