Page 56 of Steve's Barmaid
I clapped a hand over my mouth to cover the belly laugh that escaped from me. My whole body shook as I laughed, andSteve groaned. Oh, tightening my stomach muscle must have tightened all of my muscles, causing me to clamp down on his still-hard cock. I couldn’t help it. This made me laugh even harder.
Steve went from looking confused to affronted. “If this is a joke, I would very much like to be let in on it!”
I gasped for breath as I tried to stop laughing and reached out to Steve, pulling him in for a kiss. He returned but still looked as if he didn’t quite believe me.
“Jesus Christ is definitely not a past partner.” I tried to keep my laughter at bay as Steve looked at me suspiciously. “He’s a god to some people on Earth—and in the religion I was raised in. So it’s kind of like saying, oh gods? Or, oh fuck? Jesus fucking Christ happens to be one of my swears.”
Steve looked mollified.
“I don’t have any exes’ names that are worth screaming. This is the best sex I’ve ever had.” I blurted it out without thinking and instantly blushed a deep red.
I hadn’t planned on admittingthatthis early in our relationship. That seemed like a much further down-the-road conversation. Yet, given Steve had nothing to compare to, it wasn’t quite the same.
“Well, I know it isn’t the same coming from me,” he said, “but this is also the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Oh yeah? I’m better than your hand?” I kissed the bridge of his nose and each of his cheeks as he blushed.
“Definitely better than my hand.” He tangled his fingers in my hair at the nape of my neck and kissed me again.
I knew we hadn’t agreed on forever. We were in a holding pattern until we decided it was serious, but just for a moment, I let myself think of what life might be like with Steve. We could move in above the bar and run it together. We’d have long nights with drunk orkin, but we’d sleep in late and then wake up andfuck until it was time for the bar to open again. That sounded like a life I could get behind. But I wasn’t ready to make that leap yet, and I still wasn’t sure I was worth Steve leaving his entire tribe for. I let that thought sink in like a stone and wondered if I was worth that to Steve.
He must have noticed the faraway look in my eyes because he reached out and smoothed the creases across my brow.
“What are you thinking?” he murmured.
I raised my hand to the ceiling, tracing out thatch patterns far beyond my reach. “I’m just thinking about you. Me. What comes next?”
“Well, for now, I am very grateful that tonight’s plans involve a towel and a proper way to clean up the mess I’ve made of you.” He pulled out with an audible squelch as his knot had softened, leaving me in a veritable lake of cum. This was definitely going to be an extra blanket situation in the future.
As Steve walked toward my washroom, I admired the toned muscles of his ass and thighs before turning my gaze to his muscled back and shoulders. I gasped as I noticed a long, thin tattoo trailing from the base of his spine almost to his neck. It looked like little ocean waves crawling up his spine. There is no way that had always been there. I would have noticed.
“Steve!” I clambered out of the bed, getting cum literally everywhere. We definitely needed a long-term cum solution. This was insane. He looked back at me, surprised.
He turned back to me, surprised. “I said I would get you a towel.” His brows arched in concern as the puddle of cum grew around my feet.
“No, no! Look at your back!” I pulled him into my small washroom. My mirror wasn’t large, but it was big enough for me to see myself from my chest up. I pulled Steve in front of the mirror and flipped him around.
“Um, what exactly are you expecting me to see from this position?” Brows raised at me like I’d lost my mind.
“Look over your shoulder, you space cadet!” I commanded.
“Space cadet?”
“Just look over your damn shoulder,” I huffed.
Steve craned his neck to see his back in my mirror, and his eyes got big. It was definitely a new tattoo. I wasn’t just an idiot. Well, maybe I was an idiot, but I wasn’t mistaken about what I saw.
Steve looked back at me and spun me around, exposing my back to him. From his sharp breath, I didn’t need to ask. I knew what he saw. His warm finger traced down my spine.
“Elskas,” was all he said.
He spun me back around and pulled me into a crushing embrace, cum spatter and all. My head was spinning. I was starting to think about the possibility of forever with Steve and now here it was.Forever.Forever.
I felt like I needed air. We never expected this. We had very little orkin blood between the two of us, and we’d be excluded from the whole Elska bond. Apparently, we were wrong.
“Billie, you look a little pale. Why don’t you let me get some warm washrags and a towel for the bed, and we can lay down and discuss what this means for us?” Steve stroked a finger across my cheek before planting a delicate kiss on my lips.
I headed back to the bed, my feet and legs sticky, while I heard Steve running the taps. My head was spinning and my legs were shaking. All I had ever wanted was a forever. And now there was a nakedforeverin my bathroom getting towels to clean me up. It was a lot.
