She did as she was told. I added in that she had to keep facing the wall, no peeking. To her credit, she complied as I fished the vibrator out of the bag. I’d bought it just the other day, figuring she might have fantasies that she’d never learned to express. Petty as I was, it was a dildo not much bigger than my own cock. I didn’t want her to start comparing mine to her imaginary boyfriend’s.
I stood behind her, feeling the weight of the device in my hands, wondering if she was going to love this or if she was going to freak out. Only one way to find out.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded.
She did as I asked. Such a lovely view.
I lay down on my back and slid up under her, tool in hand like a vag mechanic. The tips of her br**sts brushed against my face and I teased her ni**les with my tongue. She moaned in response, back arching, wanting more. I was going to give her more.
I moved back down and put one arm around her waist, pushing at her lower back until her pu**y was in my face. Then I angled the vibrator around, turning it on to a low buzz, and gently pressed it into her opening while I slowly teased her cleft with my tongue.
She froze. “What the hell is that?”
I removed my mouth from her sweetness. “Nothing you need to worry about. I packed a friend along on our trip.”
“It’s new, right?” she asked in terror.
I almost laughed. “Yes, it’s new. Now unless you’re going to tell me how badly you need my cock, I think you oughta keep your mouth shut. Moaning and groaning is encouraged though.”
I put my lips back on her wet ones and started stroking her clit with my tongue in slow, delicious swirls. I pushed the vibrator further into her, wishing it was my own dick she was squeezing and ignoring my growing blue balls. This was about her. This was about rocking her world. This was about rubbing it in. Literally and figuratively.
It didn’t take long before it sounded like Perry was trying out for Jenna Jameson’s American Idol. I pushed her to the brink, thrusting in the vibrator while sucking her swollen clit at just the right moment. She cried out—loud as hell—swearing, yelling my name, moaning, spasming in my mouth and shaking from head to toe. I quickly slid out from under her, using the moment as fuel, and pressed her flat to the bed. It only took a few quick jerks from my hand before I was joining her in our vocal Olympics, coming in hot spurts all over her back. Fuck yes.
I collapsed on top of her, her ass the nicest cushion, and put my lips to her ear.
“What did you think of that?”
She only whimpered in response, her face down in the bedspread.
“I suppose we were a bit too loud. Pity the walls are so thin,” I remarked, oh so casually.
She finally turned her head, her cheek down and smiling. “I can’t believe you did that on purpose.”
“What?” I asked innocently.
“You made me come so hard I was screaming.”
“Hey, pipe down, people are trying to sleep,” I said, shushing her.
She tried to look annoyed but her face looked far too flushed and blissful. She felt as high as I did. “You wanted him to hear.”
“Are you saying I shouldn’t have gotten you off like that?” I whispered. “Because if that’s the case, I’ll never give you an orgasm like that again.”
She grinned lazily. “Don’t threaten me.”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t want him to hear.”
“How long are you guys going to be involved in this pissing contest?”
“Until I’m certain I can piss the furthest.”
She eyed me. “Dex, you’re unbeatable. Seriously. Let it go.”
I returned her steady gaze. “Perry, I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. I’m not going to stop showing you off or rubbing it in to everyone I know anytime soon. Especially not to him and especially after tonight. You’re mine. And you’re mine alone. From now until the end of time.”
A softness came over her eyes, and I hoped it wasn’t pity. I cleared my throat and got off of her, wanting to downplay the heaviness of my words.
“I’ll get some towels to clean you,” I told her quickly, ducking into the bathroom to grab some. I came back to the bed and sat beside her, gently dabbing at her lower back until she was clean. “All done.”
I tossed the towels aside and she rolled over on her back, br**sts splayed, her hair coiled around her like black silk. She’d never stop taking my damn breath away.
She crawled under the sheets and I joined her, flicking off the light until it was just us in the dark, the taste of her still on my lips.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Once again we woke up hung over. Actually, I woke up before Perry, just as the sun was beginning to rise off the gingerbread roofs around us. Damn alcohol never let me sleep in.
I rolled out of bed and quickly slipped on my clothes, wanting to get out to a nearby café and bring back something greasy for the both of us. There was one across the street that did pulled pork egg benedicts, and I was just ordering two of those, plus two giant to-go cups of Bloody Marys (I loved this town), when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
“Maximus,” I seethed, knowing it was him without even turning around.
“Hello, Dex,” he said in a distinctly Newman-esque voice.
I folded my arms and eyed him. “Okay, how can you say you’ve never heard of Vegetable Lasagna but you can do an impression of Wayne Knight just fine?”
He didn’t smile. “We need to talk.”
I grabbed a Bloody Mary and took a long spicy sip. Damn, that was good. “Are you breaking up with me? No wait, did we keep you up last night?”
“Dex, this has to stop.”
The clerk handed me the take-out box with the Benedicts inside, a grease spot already forming. I took another sip, studying Maximus’s face. Sometimes the amount a person had changed could really take you by surprise. We all get older, but it wasn’t until now that I realized how different Maximus really was from the boyish imp I knew back in college. Granted, he was always built like an ox, four inches above six feet, his hair always red and his face both tanned and faintly freckled. But he used to have this youthful glow about him that was kind of hard to explain without sounding g*y. An energy, a vibrance. His eyes used to sparkle, and yes, this was growing increasingly homoerotic, but it was the truth.
Now though, for the first time, I felt like I was really seeing how much older he was. I was older too. I had a few grey hairs popping up along the sides of my head, I had crinkly lines around my eyes that never used to be there, and I certainly wasn’t handling hangovers as well as I used to. I was fairly close to being a normal 32-year-old male, albeit one that actually wasn’t very normal at all.