Page 74 of House of Cards


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“Damn! Yes! But we’re not doing any filling yet. I want my mouth on you. I want to taste your sin. I want my tongue to devour your hole.”

“Holy crap… yes. I love getting rimmed.”

“Good, because I love doing it.”

I’m stroking rapidly now, and my finger is plunging in and out of my ass.

“My tongue breaches your hole because you’re so open for me, and—”

“Oh, god…” I cry out as quietly as I can. “Coming…”

“Fuck,yeah.”

I can hear Calvin stroking himself so hard on the other line. You can hear the slickness and slapping of skin. I spill hot cum on my hand and onto the floor with my head resting on the cold pane of the glass. Breathing is difficult as my body shudders from the climactic aftershocks.

Wow, I can’t believe I did that. Do I regret it? Not for a second. However, standing is now a bit difficult.

Out of breath, I pull out my finger and hold the cum in my other hand as I watch Calvin get off, or try to, at least. He’s growling and grunting in my ear like he’s right next to me before he grows silent. Then he lets out a long, drawn-out, ‘Fuuuck.’

“Yeah, I agree,” I say.

I finally stand straight and head to the attached bathroom, where I wash and dry my hands.

“You still there?” he asks. “Or did you pass out?”

“I’m here… barely.”

“Damn, I needed that.”

I fall into bed and sigh. “Me, too.”

“Thanks for playing with me.” His tone is playful, making me smile.

I breathe out a laugh. “It felt awkward at first, but then I imagined you were in the room with me, so it got better.”

“Yeah? You want me to do naughty things to you in your bedroom?”

“God, your mouth…” I chuckle tiredly. “Yeah, I do.”

We sit in silence for a beat, but it’s not uncomfortable.

“Joker?”

“Tiger?”

“I think we need to talk first. A lot has happened in a few short hours. Can we do that?”

“I think we should.”

I breathed out a sigh of relief because I hadn’t been sure he’d go for it. Even though we talk about all kinds of things, I know he’s not a relationship guy, while I am.

“Thanks.”

“Then can we do naughty things?”

A snort escapes me. “Jesus, you’re impossible.”

“Impossibly sexy?”