Page 53 of Dodge

Dodge coughed a laugh, and I rolled my eyes. “Say good night, Macie.”

“Good night, Macie!”

Up in my apartment, Dodge stripped bare and stepped into the tiny stall. I wished I could have joined him, but there was no way I would fit too. He left the curtain open, so at least I got a show while he soaped up using one of the fragrant lavender bars I’d bought from Psalm’s store. Suds covered his body, ran down his rounded pecs, over his washboard abs, and trickled down sturdy thighs. He worked up a serious lather on his head with a squirt of my shampoo, and I wished like hell my shower was bigger.

His dick hung between his legs. Earlier this week, I’d asked him to shave me again. He did and gave me a long orgasm afterward, his tongue teasing my bare pussy. Then he told me to do the same to him. I carefully worked the trimmer around his balls before taking him in my mouth and making him come. I had to use my hands as I couldn’t take all of him at once. Remembering the sounds he made as he reached climax, I wanted to do it again.

I cleared my throat. “Do you even own underwear?”

He chuckled as he rinsed his head. “Yeah, but I’ve gotten used to not wearing it. There were times as I kid when I didn’t have any clean ones or anything that fit, so I got into the habit of going commando. Now it feels weird to have anything on. I’ll put on a pair of boxers if I’m gonna be in and out of coveralls in the paint booth, but most of the time, they stay in the drawer.”

He maneuvered the spray to get the rest of the soap off his body. “Does it bother you?”

I caught sight of his sculpted ass. “Nope. Not in the least. Just curious.”

“Curious enough to come over here?”

I laughed. “You’ll get me all wet.”

“Oh, sweetness, I hope so.” I could hear the grin in his voice.

Turning to face me, he placed a hand on his dick now sitting at half-mast and began stroking himself. The sight was mesmerizing. I licked my lips, and his fist tightened.

That was all I needed. I tore off a button in my haste to get my chef’s coat off, then dropped it to the floor. My shoes, socks, pants, shirt, bra, and panties followed in short order. If we got water all over the floor, we’d deal with it later. I dropped to my knees just outside the stall and took that giant head between my lips.

I could only get half of his length in my mouth, so I worked the base with my hand. He stood still, letting me control the movement and speed. I raised my eyes to see his staring down at me, taking him in, my mouth and cheeks stretched around him. His pupils dilated, and his breathing grew faster and harsher.

“Fuck, baby. Stand up and turn around.”

I did, and he pulled me back to meet his slick body. One hand cupped my breast, and the other lifted my leg before his fingers slid through my wet pussy. “I want to try something. You game?”

Am I game? Absolutely.

“Bend over in front of me, hands on the floor. Got it? I’m gonna lift you now. Spread your legs and put them around my waist.”

My arms were strong as I planted them. There was no hesitation when he placed his hands securely under my hips and pulled them up. My thighs wrapped around him, and his cock found me. In this position, I had very little control. He penetrated me, sinking deep into my body.

“I love watching you take me,” he groaned as he drew back a bit before pushing in again.

Me? I had no words, only gasps as he filled me. Then filled more. The depth, speed, and strength of his thrusts varied, and he was the one to make it happen. I just hung here practically upside down as he did all the work. My focus was solely on what was happening between my legs. Fire. Ice. Burn. Freeze. It was there, but I had no say in how fast it came. Several shallow thrusts, then a long, full, hard one. He was teasing me with his dick.

The orgasm hit me as a surprise. I hadn’t realized I was that close. My body spasmed, and I had to remember to keep myself steady so as to not fall to the floor. Another wave came, though maybe just a continuation of the first, but it rolled over me as Dodge yelled his own pleasure. He pushed in, pressing as far as he could go, filling me so completely that I couldn’t tell us apart.

When I was back on my feet, Dodge lifted me again, my legs dangling as he kissed me. “Where did you learn how to do that?” I asked.

He smiled against my lips. “Imagination.” He kissed me again. “And an internet search. It’s called a wheelbarrow. I got a whole folder of positions—”

“Dearest darlings, I hate to interrupt your happy-slappy time, but there’s a problem down here you need to take care of.”

Macie’s voice echoed up the staircase and had the effect of an ice-cold shower. Why was he still here when I was sure he’d said goodbye and left? I threw on my clothes and hurried down the stairs to the restaurant. I heard the raised voice before I got to the bottom, and my blood started simmering.

Chase had come for a visit. He stood in the doorway of my walk-in fridge and glared at me as he slammed the door shut. Then he stomped into my kitchen and started opening my cabinets. He had an older man with him who was on the tubby side with a ponytail of long hair on the back of his balding head. He was trying to reason with Chase but not getting anywhere.

“Dude, there are no violations here. It’s clean as a whistle.”

“Check the pantry,” Chase ordered.

“I’m telling you there’s nothing here.”

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