Chapter Six
Artemis
“So do you think we should kill him?” I ask Susie as I step out of the tub.Where the fuck does this chick keep her towels?
“What? No!” she squeals loudly.
I roll my eyes as I pull open every damn drawer she has in her bathroom, until she tells me to check in the small cabinet next to the sink.Ah! There we go.I ponder for a moment giving her a massive heart attack and pulling my soaked lingerie off, but opt to just wrap the towel around myself when I realize it would most likely make her pass out. Don’t need her sinking to the bottom of the tub with Mark around; Christ knows he’d probably try to fuck her while she was unconscious.
“I was kidding,” I say, turning to face her and crossing my arms over my chest. “Though, if I were you, I’d get some clothes on quick. That fucker is gonna want to have a little “conversation” over coffee.”
She nods, but waits for me to look away, so I turn my face. When I don’t hear the water move in the slightest, I look back toward her with raised eyebrows and she bites her lower lip and glances longingly at the open cabinet behind me.
“Oh grow up,” I mutter under my breath as I walk out of the bathroom. I know where her kitchen is because our apartments are set up almost exactly the same, hers is just in reverse.
Not to mention, I can smell the sweet aroma of coffee brewing from a mile away. Guess the only reasonable thing to do would be to go in and entertain our guest until she comes out of the bathroom to face interrogation.
Mark is leaning against her counter, arms stretched to either side, hands firmly gripping the edges. When he sees me enter, a slow grin starts to spread across his face. He reminds me of a damn pig, and I can’t help but notice that he is obviously still hard. Something that big isn’t easily missed, even when it’s being restrained in denim.
I walk over to the counter where he’s laid out three mugs, and grab a sienna colored one. He’s standing almost directly in front of the coffee machine and shows no signs of moving, so I sigh heavily and reach past him.
It doesn’t take long before I feel his fingers slide into the side of the towel. The tips graze my wet lingerie, and I have to fight the shiver that his touch is giving me. I don’t want him to think that I am welcoming him to feel me up, but goddamn did it feel nice.
“Fixed your water, little goddess. You still gonna let me touch you?” he breathes into my ear.[TD3]
I clear my throat as I reach up into the cabinet above the counter and pull out the small glass jar of sugar. He is at least thoughtful enough to have laid out a spoon, so I scoop four heapfuls of sugar into the mug before pouring coffee into it.
The smell. The color. I can damn near taste it. I swear if I had a dick, we’d be having a sword fight right now.
“A promise is a promise,” I say, moving away from him toward the fridge. Would a girl like Susie have milk or creamer?Milk it is.“But the deal was in my place, not hers.”
“Ah, ah ah,” he says playfully, pulling me back toward him by the arm. “You never saidwhere.You said if I came right over and fixed your water, you’d let me.”
“Really, Mark?” I ask, pouring some milk into the mug, then stirring it with the spoon. “You just knocked yourself out, have a bump on the side of your head, and your dick can still get hard for me?”
“Oh, little girl. I can get hard for any fine piece of ass, and seeing the two of you in that bathtub made me wonder when I’ll be able to get in the middle,” he says with a chuckle.
I put the spoon down, close my eyes, and lean my head back, an exasperated sigh escaping me. I don’t say anything else until I put the milk away and take my first sip of sex in a mug.
“Mmm,” I say softly, before I turn my attention back to him. “I think you’d have an easier time convincing ole Susie Girl to jump off a bridge.”
“I’ll deal with her soon enough. But right now, I want what I was promised,” he says in a low, even tone.
“Can I at least drink my coffee while you feel me up?” I ask hopefully.
“Oh you got it all wrong, little goddess. I want you on your knees. Right now,” he says with a stern look in his eye.
“I guess not,” I reply with a sigh, setting the mug down. Mark starts to unzip his pants, and I reach for the mug taking one more sip before I drop down to my knees and wait for him to pull it out for me.
“Go on now,” he says in a thick voice. “Go on in and get your prize.”
My prize?I groan internally and roll my eyes, but I pull his jeans down to his thighs and rub him over his boxers. I honestly think I would enjoy it more had it not been for the fact that this was part of a bargaining chip to get some fucking water.
“That feels damn good,” he says quietly, putting a hand on the back of my head.
I glance up at him. His eyes are closed and he’s leaning his head back, so I do what any normal girl would do in a situation like this. I reach for the mug and take another sip of coffee before I get a really great idea.
It’s still hot enough to...
Before I put the mug back on the counter I take a huge swig and hold it in my mouth. I pull his massive cock out of his pants and just when he thinks he’s going to get the greatest blowjob of his life, I take as much of it into my mouth as I can and let it simmer in the hot coffee.
“Fuck!” he yells out pushing me away.
I can’t help but laugh hysterically. So much so in fact, that I have my hands wrapped around my stomach and am damn near screeching when I hear something that takes the fun out of it all.
“Oh my God!”
I lay flat down on the kitchen floor and see Susie Girl standing in the middle of the kitchen doorway, a look of utter shock and horror on her face.
“Oh grow up,” I mutter again as I push myself to my feet and reach for my cup of coffee.
