I set up my TV and rock back into my pillows.
Spain’s great. It is. I love Madrid’s vibe and how old it is, and maybe Zach was right about wanting to come back here as adults, but… the time zone difference sucks and it’s not as good as home.
And that’s what I’m looking at.
It’s what I’m missing.
Heis what I’m missing.
As well as the rest of the peeps camped out in my living room.
When Donnghal takes the puck, passes to Lewis, and then breaks away into the Stars' O-zone, I forget about homesickness.
I'm too busy roaring when the Stars score eight seconds into the game.
Even if a part of me was hoping for a loss…
That Cartier ring is temptation incarnate.
FIFTY-TWO
FALLING OFF THE EDGE
“Oh, fuck, baby, I can’t—”
I feel like my cock is about to explode.
I tell her as much.
Just to hear her laugh.
“You’re so melodramatic,” Denny teases me. “But I love watching it pulse like that.”
“You’re a demon. Sent to torment me.” My head rocks onto my shoulders as I strain with holding off. Holding back. Not coming.
Do.
Not.
Come.
The words are an internal chant. A plea.
“You look so hot. I love watching you stroke your cock. I prefer it when you come. Makes me think of licking you clean and you getting hard again so I can feel you inside me?—”
“Denny, baby, gorgeous, my futureeverything, please, don’t talk. Not right now.” I squeeze my balls. Honestly, that’s where I’m at.
She giggles. Fucking giggles. Maybe shehasbeen overtaken by demons. My Denny doesn’t giggle this much.
Another thing Spain’s changed.
Panting as I twist my balls in my hold, I clench my ass. “I’llget you back when you’re here.”
“Oooh, promises promises. How will you punish me?”
“Ah, goddamn.” I groan as even that gets my dick hard. “What the hell is it about you? I figured I’d be fine when there are thousands of miles between us.”
“I have magic tits,” she declares around another giggle that jiggles those wondrous beauties.
