“Then I get to add a rule too.” She juts her chin forward.
“Sure. What is it?”
“I don’t know yet. I reserve the right to add it later, though.” She reaches for her door handle, but I reach across her to keep it closed. No small feat in a vehicle of this size.
Her eyes go wide.
“Only if you tell me the truth now.” My face is dangerously close, and no shit, Lorien drops her eyes to my mouth and licks her full, pouty lips.
Fuck me. I close my eyes, will the blood to divert from my swelling dick, and pull back into my seat, yanking open my car door. “Let’s go, little liar. We need keys.”
I stroll inside, making sure she’s out of the path of the parking lot traffic, and head for the door hardware as she makes a right at ceiling fans and overhead lighting.
Space is good. Space is fucking great, actually.
Today has been too much. From the breakfast that never was through now, I’ve spent all day with a woman who is my exact opposite, and who, much to my surprise, I’ve enjoyed my time with. Mostly.
Convenient on the marriage front.
Terrible for my self-control.
Come to think of it, I’ve never needed self-control. It seems I actually need it in spades.
I grab what I need from hardware, stopping when a brainwavehits me to place a quick order on Amazon, before making my way past nuts and bolts to find the woman who tests my patience and the effectiveness of my zipper. A thought occurs to me, one beyond zipper efficacy, and I shake my head, even to myself. I’m going to catch hell for what I’m about to do.
17
turbo-gasm
Liam
On second thought, nuts were a bad idea, but they served a purpose. Apparently, they also served the purpose of pissing my soon-to-be wife right the hell off.
After getting two keys cut, I whisked the sullen woman to the bulk bins and had her try on different styles of nuts.
“Surely you can’t mean for me to have a hunk of metal from The Home Depot.” Her words were venom on the air.
“You said I could choose.” I quirked an eye and watched the sadness slide off her face as she stood ramrod straight.
“Well,William,” she drawled out both syllables in a way even a Southerner would be impressed. “I’ll take the hex one instead of the one with wings. We’ll make that one into a ring for your cock.” With that barb, she turned on a heel, stomped past checkout and out the store.
I waited until she was out of earshot to roar with laughter and to remind my penis that it will never have to worry about that kind of cock ring. I like to play, but pain isn’t my kink.
I was back at the truck after checkout, opening her door, mostly just to keep her anger up. Spicy Lorien is way more fun than broody Lorien.
After finishing her back door, I put up a motion-activated light in her backyard and worked into the night on the door to her garage. She didn’t say another word.
Now, I’m in my bed, thinking of what it would be like to have her look up at me with those bright eyes shining, black hair disheveled and falling around her face, sucking my cock deep into her mouth. I thrust up into my palm, pulling tighter than normal, my other hand cupped around my balls.
I moan her name as I come, shooting ropes of my orgasm onto my belly and letting it run over my fingers.
Surely theno sexrule doesn’t mean with myself, right?
Lorien
I could swear someone called my name. Though it must’ve been a dream.
Sleep has been fitful enough without my dreams annoying me too. I reach into my nightstand, grab my trusty companion and set the vibration to soft and lazy. I don’t want a turbo-gasm. I’m not looking for sixty seconds to pleasure.
