“Yeah, he’s…something,” I say, and then give her a strained smile. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I did what I came to do, and he got his fill. Can you show me where the lockers are? I forgot.”
I’m surprised I haven’t forgotten my own name after all that.
She nods, tapping on her tablet as she leads me to where I left my clothes and phone.
As I change, my mind slips back to how I was restrained to the chair, his blue skin shimmering as he sucked my dick.
I feel a strange sensation as I try to pull my jeans up over my ass, and when I look down, I realize what the problem is.
I’m fucking hard again.
It’s a good thing that Vyastil is gone, or I have a feeling I’d find myself strapped to that chair again. And I’m not sure if, given the option, he’d actually let me leave.
four
EVEREST
“How was it?”
Zane’s been silently assessing me since I arrived home yesterday afternoon, and I told myself I wouldn’t give him any details until he asked for them. I’m a good friend like that.
I know he’s curious, but this time, I’m not spilling any of the tea voluntarily. And half the tea I’m technically not allowed to spill at all.
He finally cracks as I’m pouring my coffee the next morning.
“You really want to know?” I ask, and he nods, though he looks a little pale.
“Yeah, tell me.”
I hesitate, making sure he means it, but his face seems determined, so I shrug. “Well, the guy was rude, but he got me off twice.”
Zane’s mouth falls open, and his eyes widen. “Twice? Shit. Did it feel good?”
I almost groan at the memory. “Yeah. It did. And I know it wasn’t just him. There was a line of people waiting to volunteeroutside of their scheduled time. The security guard called them addicts.”
“Holy shit,” he breathes out.
I shrug. “I guess all their blow jobs are that good.”
Zane’s ears turn pink, and he mutters something under his breath. But I won’t ask him to repeat himself. It’s clear he’s still struggling.
“Anyway, if you decide against filing your extension, I don’t think you’ll mind it.”
He scoffs and sets his coffee mug down with a bang. “I think I’ll mind it very much. I’m never doing that shit. Never. I’m going to find some woman—I don’t even care who she is—and get married before my extension is up.”
I know he’s lying. Zane likes sex, but he’s also the world’s biggest commitment-phobe. There’s not a chance in hell he’s more scared of blow jobs than marriage.
But it’s not worth picking a fight over.
I shrug and grab a protein bar from the cabinet. “Whatever works for you, man.”
And I mean that. Everyone has to do what they’re comfortable with.
And honestly, I’m comfortable going again. And again. And again.
Just…not today. I have work, and the monster who wanted me to come in again today will have to wait.
He deserves a little blue balls—or blue whatever they have—for the way he was rude to my dick. No way am I bending over backward for some asshole who wants to make me feel inadequate. Even if I think he liked the way I tasted, he was rude about it.
