But it’s distracting, that cock of his. I pop another chip into my mouth, eyes glued to him and not the show. Lil called me a superhero earlier, and suddenly, I’m wondering if she’s onto something.
“I think maybe superpowers are real, and mine is a magic pussy that doesn’t get sore. Either that, or you need to fuck me harder with your big cock.”
Luca chokes on a laugh. “Oh, you think so?”
“Shit. Did I say that out loud?”
“So, what’s your superhero name then? Magic Pussy sounds like a cat that does illusions.”
Shit, Magic Pussy is what I was going to go with. I shove a few chips in my mouth to give myself time to think. “Um… ElastiCunt maybe.”
“You’re going to order stickers that say that, aren’t you?”
I grin down at him but get distracted again. This time, by the red spot on his neck. “Oh. Fuck.”
“What?” he asks, his eyes on the TV.
“Ah, I might have given you a hickey.”
Those deep blue eyes swing toward me. “Youmighthave given me a hickey?”
“Okay, I definitely gave you a hickey.”
He jumps up and runs into the bathroom. “Holy fucking shit. Your dad is going to kill me. He’s going to take me out into the shed and fucking flay me alive,” he calls out to me.
“Over a hickey? Nah. If he was going to murder you, he would have done it the first time you took your shirt off in the gym with scratches all down your back. I gotta admit, that one had me worried.”
He walks back into the bedroom. “You gave me a giant fucking hickey.
I shrug. “I’ll claim I was dickmatized. Won’t be a lie.”
“Jesus, don’t do that. I’m trying to not die, remember?”
“Maybe Lil can cover it up. She knows a lot about makeup.”
He sighs, climbs back onto the bed, and sits with his back against the headboard with his legs spread. “Come here, you brat.”
“I have chips in my mouth. I don’t have room for your dick in it at the moment.” My words come out garbled around the mouthful of half-chewed Cool Ranch goodness, but I think he gets the idea.
“Baby, I just want you to come sit with me.”
I swallow and push my lower lip out in an over-exaggerated pout. “Are you saying youdon’twant me to suck your cock?” When he lets out an exasperated growl, I laugh and walk on my knees over to where he is. Sitting between his legs, I lean back against him, and he wraps his arms around me.
“They really are eating wax, aren’t they?” he asks, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Yep.” When he kisses my neck, I tilt my head to give him better access. “Hey, don’t give me a hickey. I’m getting married tomorrow.”
“Hmm. I heard something about that. He’s a lucky man.”
“He really is. I’m a catch, you know?”
His fingers trace the chains around my neck. “Two necklaces tonight?”
“Oh yeah!” I set the bag next to me and reach up to hold my hair out of the way with one hand while tugging on the pendant that has a small flamingo along with the words ‘Property of Ariana DeVille’ on it with the other. “Undo this one.”
“Oh-kay.”
Once the chain is in my hand, I hold it up over my head and grab my chips again. “This is for you.”
