Page 78 of Loving the Legend
“Oh, I’m definitely sore,” I say, wincing as we make our way to the kitchen.
“Shit, was I too rough?” he asks, embracing my hips from behind.
“It didn’t feel rough. I mean, I can’t imagine your cock not leaving me a little sore.”
“Sorry,” he says, kissing my neck. “Let’s eat, then I’ll run you a bath. I’ll pick up fiber supplements. Also, use a damp tissue to wipe until the soreness goes away. Drink lots of water today. We can also ice your rim.”
“Why lots of water?”
“Helps soften…you know,” he says, nodding toward the bathroom.
“Oh.” I nod. “Iced rim sounds kinky.”
He laughs.
I lean my face up to capture his mouth. He kisses me back like he owns my mouth in a way that’s becoming dangerously familiar.
I play with the barbell of his nipple ring. He moans, then moves to nibble and kiss his favorite spot on my neck. I wrap my arms around his back, wanting to feel him closer.
God, how is it like this?
I knew it could be good if we got together, but I never could have imagined it would be this good.
“I can’t seem to stay soft around you,” he says, pulling away.
“We need to eat if we want to keep fucking like rabbits.” I pull him toward the kitchen.
He pauses and stares out the living room window. “The views in this house! Dayuum.”
The morning sun reflects off of the wildflower-covered mountains. The house sits high up, secluded with no other property in view. It’s easy to feel like you’re the only one in the world here.
He scans the bookshelf. He smiles when he sees the set of first editionThe Count of Monte Cristobooks he gifted me for Christmas. I had a custom floating shelf built for the set.
“We both have something of each other in our homes,” I say.
He grins as he scans the titles on my bookshelf.
“You like James Baldwin.” He observes the full shelf of Baldwin’s books.
“Yeah, I have about as many Baldwin books as you have Hendrix records. Have you read that one?”
He shakes his head as he scans the first page.
“Borrow it. It’s one of my favorites of his.”
“Thanks,” he says, his voice drifting.
“Food first, then go secure a W, then you can read,” I order, pulling him towards the kitchen.
As he gets ready to head back to his hotel to get dressed and ready for the game, a hug goodbye turns into a make-out session with me plastered against the door.
“Go before you are late,” I say as I fondle his dick.
He sighs. “I can’t.” His tongue swipes across my neck.
“This hickey is noticeable from Mars. You done marking me yet?”
“I’ll switch to the other side and give that spot a break,” he says, breath warm against my neck, making me shiver.
