There’s a clank, and the door swings open. Barbara snaps her fingers. “Someone get that godawful thing off his face.”
The young officer rushes forward.
Finally the muzzle drops off, and I have about two seconds to appreciate that I can feel my face again before Jen launches herself at me and wraps her arms so tight around my middle it’s lucky I don’t have to breathe anymore.
I place my hand on the back of her head and try not to show the way it’s still shaking. That could have worked out very differently if I didn’t have all these amazing women looking out for me.
“Barbara, how did you know I was here?”
She’s already back on the phone and holds up a finger while talking fast into the receiver.
“Thank you.”
She waves off my thanks. The superintendent hurries after her back down the corridor.
Jen presses her cheek against my chest, and when she pulls away, I realize it’s damp. She rubs at her face. “I was worried about you!” she says as if she’s the one who was arrested.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I never meant things to turn out like this. I should have listened to you. You’d think I’d have learned that by now.”
“You’re lucky I love you so much I can probably forgive you.” She slaps my chest, but I hardly feel it.
I’m too busy reeling from the confession she just made. “You do? Can you just say it again or pinch me? I think I might be dreaming.”
“Don’t push your luck, Adam, or I’ll take your dick off again and hide it as punishment.”
The young officer who removed my muzzle sidles into my peripheral vision. “Um, I’m just going to um… I’ll just be out front.” He hightails it out of there like he’s been scalded, and Jen and I turn to each other and bust out laughing.
“Come on,” she drags at my arm. “Meredith is waiting out front too. I think she’d like to see you again.”
“She’s here?” Well now I feel doubly as guilty.
“She’s half the reason we made any progress on getting you free. Though nothing we achieved came anywhere close to Barbara. She’s something else.”
I grin. “Isn’t she?” I take a few steps forward and the pause. “Listen, I didn’t mean to get in the way of your girl’s weekend—”
“Don’t be stupid. We’re going to get your stuff and move you back into my place where you belong, and then you can cook us tacos and make the margaritas while we gossip.”
“Sounds perfect.” I tuck her against my side, and we make our way out into the foyer and the early morning light.
A month later I’m packing the last box of my things at my old flat when a wave of unexpected pleasure makes me double over, almost dropping the lamp in my hand.
I grin when I pull my phone from my pocket and find a message from Jen.
Hurry up. What’s taking so long?
That’s followed by a picture of her holding my dick in her lap, one fist closed around the head in the act of pumping slowly.
Another wave of sensation and I lean over and brace myself on the windowsill until it passes.
Adam: you know it will take me longer if you keep doing that
Jen: maybe I can’t wait
I know it’s coming, but the moment she slides the head of my cock inside her slick pussy my vision blanks and every brain cell is working just to keep me upright.
Deeper, deeper until somewhere, across town I’m nudging against her back wall, and I can practically hear the moan I know she’s making.
Fuuuuuuuuck.
