Lie doesn’t pause. He jumps into my arms, wrapping around me, his mouth crashes into mine. I take several steps backwardand close the door. We’re plunged into darkness. I can feel his hunger, his need as he pulls at my shirt.
I fumble with the lock and then bring him into my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me. His ankles unlock behind me and his feet hit the floor. We tear at each other’s clothes until we’re naked.
I want to examine his body. Memorize every inch. But it’s dark. He’s against me again, his mouth on mine, before I can reach for the light.
We fall onto the bed, rolling until I’m on top of him. Pressing his slim body into the mattress with my heavier one. His hips buck up, rubbing his hard dick against mine.
“Get me off,” he says. “Please, Laiken. I’m so fucking horny. I’m so desperate for an orgasm. Please.”
I mean to ask him what he wants. I mean to take my time and savor him. I have so many plans and fantasies for this moment.
But his legs wrap around me, his ankles hooking behind my thighs. He uses that position to jerk his hips against mine, rubbing our dicks together deliciously. My entire body tingles with need.
Reaching between us, I grip our cocks. He moans into my mouth, nodding his head. Telling me that’s what he wants.
I stretch to reach the nightstand and fumble blindly in the drawer to find the lube. His sinful mouth licks and bites at my collarbone while I’m in this position over him. Every touch of his mouth makes a lava flow of lust surge through my body.
I squirt a mess of lube all over us, but it’s definitely enough to make the movements between our dicks slick. I squeeze my hand tightly, listening to the way Lie moans loudly. His body arches and his head tips back. His body shakes as his hips continue to jerk wildly, rubbing our dicks together with desperate need.
All I can do is stare at him. How beautiful he is. How fucking sexy he is writhing under me. The sounds he makes, the line of his neck, the way his dick fits against mine. It’s the most erotic moment.
My heart races like I’m sprinting. All I can smell is Lie. Breathing him in until my lungs are saturated. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever known.
I’ve been waiting for this. Waiting to have him in my bed. This may end far too quickly, but there’s no rule that says we’re limited to a single orgasm tonight. I still need to taste his dick. I still need to suck him as he did me in the break room at the bar.
Only this time, we’re not in a hurry. This time, we have all damn night and I’m going to spend every second making Lie feel so fucking good that he’ll keep coming back.
Chapter Eleven
LIE
I letmyself in Cash’s room, finding him on the floor, leaning back against his bed with his phone in his hand.
“You have a box,” he says, nodding his head toward his desk, though he doesn’t look up.
I shut his door and head straight for the box, tossing him the folded newsletter I brought with me. It’s not a huge box. Six by six by six. What’s inside can fit in the palm of my hand. I’m totally stoked.
There’s a pair of scissors in the penholder. I carefully cut the tape and dig through the packing peanuts to find my treasure.
I grin, feeling the bubble of giggles surge through me as I turn to face Cash. He’s no longer looking at his phone but waiting for me to show him. He rolls his eyes, laughing. “Do you have a whole zoo yet?”
It’s a turtle but instead of a head, it has a dick. It’s so damn cute. “No. But I do have a chicken-cock. Chicock? Cocken.”
“Dicken. Chick-a-dick,” Cash says, and we burst into giggles.
“I also have a unicorn with a dick for its horn. An octopus with penis limbs, and a dinosaur with a dick head. And a banana that’s unwrapped to reveal the dick inside, though that doesn’t belong in a zoo.”
“Just a fruit bowl.”
I laugh, admiring my little turtle creature.
I send all my goodies to Cash’s house. His parents won’t open his boxes ‘accidentally,’ and then get horrified by what they find inside. They’re allowed to invade my privacy, but then get offended by what they find inside, as if I handed it to them.
By them, I mean my mother. After it happened a few times, I started sending things to Cash’s house. His parents are cool and not in the least bit offended if I show them what I bought.
“Just another toy to add to my collection,” I muse. Someday, my collection won’t be hidden in boxes in my closet and under my bed.
“Okay, sit,” Cash says. “I have to tell you something.”
