My limp dick tries to rally, but my body needs a little more time. That was so fucking intense. I’m going to need more than a day to recover.
Just as I start to drift, my phone rings, and I fumble for it, cursing when it drops onto the floor. For a moment, I think about leaving it there, but it could be important, so I swipe it up off the carpet and answer before the call can go to voicemail.
“Hello?” I grunt into the receiver.
“Hello, can I speak with Everest Hale, please?”
I know that voice, heard it earlier this morning, actually. I bite back a groan.
“Is this the clinic?” I ask, and the woman on the other end of the line laughs.
“It sure is. This Everest?”
“Yes. And you can tell him I’m not coming in tomorrow. I still can’t feel my legs.”
She’s quiet for a moment and then whispers, “Oh dear. Have you had a bad reaction to the ruenox?”
“What? Can that happen?” I panic for a second before I lose energy. “It’s nothing like that. Just…you know. It was intense. I need a recovery week.”
She sounds relieved. A long breath is exhaled from her lungs. “Well, that’s good to hear. But just so you know, it does get easier. Or so they say.”
“Yeah, maybe that’s true, but that dude is gonna have to wait.”
She pauses a moment. “Even for another stipend?”
“You couldn’t afford me right now,” I tell her, though she must know that’s a lie. I can definitely be bought.
“He’s very insistent, Mr. Hale.”
“Yeah, well, he can wait. I have a job and a life. I can’t just sit there and let him suck my dick all day.”
She huffs a nervous laugh, and part of me feels bad that I’ve put her in this position, but this Vyastil can wait like all the other monsters do.
Just because he seems important and obviously thinks he is, doesn’t mean I need to rearrange my life for him.
“I’ll be there next week for my normal scheduled time,” I tell her firmly.
She sighs in defeat. “Sounds good. Thank you for your time, Everest, and your service.”
“You’re welcome.”
We hang up just as Zane moves into my line of sight. He’s tossing my car keys up and down, and I follow the motion with my eyes until I get dizzy.
“You keeping your end of the deal?” he asks.
I nod, stuffing my face into my pillow and inhaling. “Yep. Just like I said. Won’t go in until next week.”
He sounds pleased as he finally leaves to bring me food.
He doesn’t really need me to pay for it. He doesn’t even really need to work. His parents set aside enough for him to live off of for a while after college, but he does some crypto stuff online when he’s bored, and three days a week, he does accounting at an office for fun.
Like a nerd.
And he gets me Chinese takeout when I can’t move after having my cock sucked so good that my legs, balls, and dick still tingle hours later.
My eyes close, and the Vyastil appears right behind my eyes, staring at me, cum dripping down his lips. My body arches forward, my hips dragging against the mattress.
Is this another side-effect of the herb leaving my system? Waking dreams?
