Page 90 of Never Enough

Once again, Haskell woke to a heavy weight on top of her. This time, however, she was on her stomach, and someone was lying half on top of her, biting and sucking on the back of her neck. “Your skills as an alarm clock are only slightly better than Scheherazade’s, you know that, right?” she mumbled.

He let go of her neck and chuckled. “Zade’s out running with Demon. I can have her come wake you up when they get back if you prefer, but then you’ll probably miss breakfast.”

He slipped from covering just her side to lying on top of her back, weaseling his hips in between her legs. She could feel his hard cock along her leg and poking at her folds at the apex of her thighs. She groaned and shoved her head face-first into the pillow.

“You mean I’m not already going to miss breakfast? Parts of you seem to have other things on their mind.”

He rolled all the way off her on the other side. He stood up at the side of the bed, ripped back the sheet to expose her half-naked body, and slapped her quick and sharp on the ass where the T-shirt she’d worn to bed had ridden up.

“Ouch!” She bucked straight up at the contact, rolling to a sitting position on the offended butt cheek. “What was that for?”

“Since the hickey wasn’t working to move you, I figured that might.” He pushed down the pajama pants past his hips and walked out of the material at his feet.

“I’m not picking those up,” she yelled at his back as he stepped into the bathroom. “And I do not have a hickey.”

She heard him yell as he used the toilet, “I beg to differ, and it’s a great one.”

Haskell bounded up out of the bed and stalked into the bathroom to look in the mirror. “I don’t see anything,” she remarked as she tilted her head to the side, pulling the skin tight from behind her shoulder to get a better look.

Nemo came out of the separated toilet area after flushing. He put both hands on her biceps and turned her so her back was to the mirror. “Look over your left shoulder, kitty cat.”

“Eww. Wash your hands.”

He squinted at her. “I’m getting in the shower. That’s stupid. And so are you. You’ll wash off. Besides… you had my dick in your mouth last night.” He slapped her hip one more time, then ducked into the shower.

Shaking her head, she looked over her shoulder as instructed. She groaned and hung her head. She had a huge bruise welling up on the back of her neck, and it would show when she went downstairs. “Asshole,” she muttered. “And you were clean when I sucked your dick. I’m surprised all the taste buds didn’t burn off my tongue from all the chlorine left behind,” she projected over the shower water.

Nemo popped open the shower door. “Get your ass in here. Water’s getting cold, and pressure is weak since everyone’s probably showering right now. We got shit to do, so hustle, hustle, hustle.”

“Hold your horses, stud. I need to pee.”

She heard him mumbling to himself, something about she could do that in the shower, and she started laughing. “I heard that, and no way.”

She stripped out of her T-shirt on the way to the toilet. When she finished, she came back into the main area of the bathroom, folded it neatly on the counter, then washed her hands. She then stepped into the shower. She was barely under the spray when Nemo had her backed up against the wall, kissing the daylights out of her.

“Double eww… morning breath,” she teased.

“Yeah, you probably should brush your teeth,” he teased back.

“Well, it’s not my fault it’s all dick breath. Keep it to yourself, and you won’t have to taste it.”

Next thing she knew, she was being lifted into the air. Her legs went around Nemo’s waist reflexively, their bodies slippery from the water and the soap he hadn’t rinsed off yet. His mouth was on her again, but this time, his tongue was so far inside it almost made it to her throat.

When he came up for air, he looked her straight in the eye. “Mmm,” he hummed appreciatively. “Make no mistake, sugar cat. Nothing tastes better than your mouth. Your mouth tasting like a combination of my cum and yours that you sucked off my dick? That’s fucking heaven.” He gave her a wink, then a hard kiss to the mouth, before he set her back on her feet on the shower floor and began to rinse off.

Every day, he said something new that stupefied her.Apparently, this was today’s comment. “I have no words for that comment.”

“Good because we are running late, sleeping beauty.”

He jumped out of the shower and began drying off. Through the quickly steaming-up glass shower walls, she absently lathered soap over herself, her eyes glued to his muscles as they clenched and rippled while he passed the towel over his body. Then he caught her stare in the bathroom mirror that was just starting to steam up. She thought she heard him say, “Fuck it,” and then she knew that’s what she’d heard because he threw the towel on the vanity, ripped open the shower door, and slammed it shut behind him.

She smiled at him. “Guess we’re going to miss breakfast.”

“Yup. Now, turn around and face the wall, sugar cat.”

When they cameout of the bathroom and down the stairs fifteen minutes later, both were grinning and laughing. Nine faces looked up and over at them as they went into the kitchen to grab fruit and bread that Steel had bought at the market the night before. Nemo grabbed her around the waist and hitched her up to a sitting position on the kitchen counter.

“Dude,” Steel groaned. “I just wiped that counter down.”

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