Page 61 of Mensa's Match

“You sure?”

“Certain. I love running my tongue around the head of your dick.”

“Yeah, what else do you love?”

“Catching that first bit of pre-cum… is your cock weeping?”

“Definitely.”

“Poor guy. I better take you deep and suck you dry.”

“Shit. How are you gonna do that, Blume?”

I kept working myself, though a second orgasm was highly unlikely. “Gonna use my hand to squeeze that monster cock of yours just how you like it.”

“You gonna go faster?” he asked, his voice exceptionally husky.

“Show me how fast you want it, baby.”

He went quiet for a moment. Then he grunted and hissed out, “Shit.”

I kept quiet for a moment, and thought I heard him moving around. “Everything okay… sir?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Haven’t come on my stomach like that in years, and it was never quite that satisfying. Only way it could be better is if you were fuckin’here.”

I stretched out on my bed. “I know, but things need to happen here… and this seemed like the right time.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it about the timing. Did I change your mind about phone sex?”

I laughed. “Let’s just say, the jury’s still out, but I definitely prefer the real thing.”

“No shit. Most people do.”

“How many boxes did you get packed tonight?” he asked.

I heard background noise, like clothes rustling. I shook off the thought of him pulling on his underwear. “Are you crazy? I rolled in here at like eight-fifteen, Mensa. So, I’ve packed zero boxes because I had enough time to scarf down my Taco Bell, then hit the bathroom, and now I’ve been on the phone with you, having phone sex of all things.”

He laughed. “Not sure what this says about me, but I love hearing the outrage in your voice. Don’t sound so disgusted about the phone sex, Whitney. You came and from the sound of it, I suspect you might have gone twice. If I’d been there, you would’ve definitely gone twice.”

I groaned. “Don’t remind me, honey.”

“I’m coming up there tomorrow,” he said.

“What? You can’t do that. Biloxi PD told you not to leave town.”

“I’ve left word with Monica and she’s gonna see if that’s still true. There’s no reason to call me a person of interest in this thing. It’s bullshit that they said that.”

“It isn’t necessarily bullshit, Mensa. Don’t get yourself into more trouble because of me. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Why not? Give me one good reason why I should stay here.”

In reality, there weren’t any, so I glommed onto the only thing I could. “We’re total opposites. We will never work as a couple.”

“Nope. Now you don’t make sense. Gamble and Vickie are total opposites. She’s a lawyer for fuck’s sake.”

“Yeah, she mentioned she practices family law at Riley and Finn’s wedding,” I muttered.

He chuckled. “When they met, she was a public defender. We all thought Gamble was crazy for being with a lawyer, but they work. Really well, seeing as they’re getting married later this year.”

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