Laikyn
When I woke the next morning, Ifelt better than I’d felt in … well, maybe ever.
Last night … fucking Rule and Jinx … even the thought sent a shiver down my spine. I would admit I hadn’t been exactly picky about the men I fucked in the past. My only requirement was that they were safe and clean and could hold a relatively intelligent conversation. Other than that, it was fair game.
For the most part, the encounters had been good. Not great, not terrible. Just good. I measured that by whether I achieved orgasm. Most of the time, I did. I didn’t believe in faking it because it wasn’t worth the hassle, and if that meant rubbing one out while they watched, so be it. If I was going to give my body to someone, by God, I was going to get something out of the deal. And if they couldn’t do it the first time, I wasn’t willing to risk a repeat. For that reason and others, I tended to keep my encounters casual. At least since I graduated from high school.
But last night, I learned that good sex wasn’t great sex. Not even in the same ballpark.
Good sex was achieving orgasm. Great sex was … well, it was Rule and Jinx fucking me in a way I’d never been fucked before. Part of it had to do with their impressively large cocks. I’d gotten a good look at Rule’s long, thick dick, and let me just say, he was not average by any stretch of the imagination. When I sank down on him, I thought Rule was going to split me in two, but then Jinx buried his monster dick inside me, and I realized I hadn’t known what big was until him.
No doubt, any man who came after them would probably pale in comparison.
However, size wasn’t everything. While it certainly didn’t hurt, the best part was the way they used the tools they’d been given. Never had a cock stroked me so intensely from the inside. No doubt, with age, came experience, and they’d been paying attention because they knew the exact right things to do to make my head explode. I had a feeling I was going to have to be pickier with my selection of men in the future because not only did Rule and Jinx have the goods, but they knew how to use them. I’d never had an orgasm like the ones they gave me. Never.
Maybe I should change my rating system based on the intensity of the orgasm instead. That would put Rule and Jinx at a ten on the Richter scale and the next best at around a three.
Kinda sad, really.
Because I knew Rule was going to avoid me like the plague, I took my time getting up. I showered and dressed, then ventured out to get something for breakfast, smiling with every step because the soreness between my legs was a constant reminder of what we’d done last night.
“Hey, Waldo,” I greeted when the dog lifted his head from his doggy bed. “Are we here by ourselves?”
His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and I swore he smiled.
“I know. It’s kinda fun being home alone, huh?”
Or it had been. For whatever reason, I was hoping I’d have a chance to see them before they left for the day.
“Oh well,” I muttered to myself.
As soon as I walked into the kitchen, I stopped, a laugh bubbling up from my belly when I saw all the packages of batteries sitting on the island. Evidently, Rule remembered me mentioning AAs because there were probably three dozen or so—all unopened.
“Sorry, husband of mine. The vibrator no longer holds my interest.”
If he thought I was reverting to getting myself off, he was sadly mistaken. I had every intention of fucking both of them again. I now knew what it felt like to take a drug. That first hit was euphoric, and now I would go to the ends of the earth for another.
I was an addict.
They were my drug.
Rehab wasn’t an option.
I glanced in the garage to see if Rule’s car was there. I hadn’t expected it to be, and I was right. He was becoming predictable in that regard. As for Jinx… His motorcycle was still there, but that didn’t mean he was home. Since he was attached to Rule at the hip most days, I assumed he’d gone with him.
I returned to the kitchen and pulled the loaf of bread out of the pantry. I took out a piece and dropped it into the toaster. While the bread browned, I grabbed the butter from the refrigerator and a knife from the utensil drawer. I purposely left the bread loaf out but couldn’t be so cruel as to leave it open, so I tied it up and tossed it carelessly on the center island.
When the toast popped, I buttered it, then left the knife on the counter. Again, my inane desire not to waste things caused me to return the butter stick to the refrigerator. After that, I took a trip through the house, nibbling on the toast, aware that I was leaving crumbs in my wake. I didn’t care. Waldo would get to them eventually, and if he didn’t, well, this was Rule’s punishment for leaving me home alone. I mean, sure, it was nice not to have anyone to answer to, but the least he could’ve done was stick around the morning after.
Then again, I was the one who walked out on them, leaving them to stare after me dumbfounded. I hadn’t wanted to, necessarily, but I knew it was the only choice I had. I’d told Rule specifically that I would not get attached, and lingering for cuddle time felt far too intimate for what we were doing.
Didn’t mean a text good morning wouldn’t have gone a long way to making me feel like it had been as good for them as it had been for me. But there were no texts, no voicemails. Not even a note beside the batteries.
Once I was finished with my breakfast, I went out to the rec room, which I’d been using as an art studio. When I stepped inside, I came to an abrupt stop, my heart leaping right into my throat.
“Holy fuck.”
Those were the only words my brain could process as I stared at the room. It was entirely different than it had been yesterday when I was out here. And I don’t mean simply rearranged. It was …different. The walls had been painted a brilliant white—no more satin gray—and dozens of lights had been installed overhead along tracts, making it possible to position them all around the room.
