Page 62 of Hot Doggin'
“Yeah,” he returns in the same stage whisper. “Why? You need to use it? ‘Cause there’s no paper.”
“That’s because the water isn’t hooked up.”
I watch his face as the light dawns. “Oh. Fuck. No wonder it wouldn’t flush. I thought the damn thing was broken.”
“Yeah, like everything else in this place. What the hell did you wipe with?”
His eyes get shifty, and he looks left and right before admitting, “My sock.”
Old Army trick. “Where did you put it?”
His cheeks color. “Balled it up and tossed it under the sink.”
“And the toilet’s still full?”
“Yeah, I told you, it won’t flush.”
Aw hell, my man needs saving. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. Quick.”
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
STILES
Rod Stewart’svoice blares from the wireless speaker on the kitchen counter, startling the shit out of me when it breaks the silence, and possibly the sound barrier. I choke on the sip of hot coffee in my mouth, burning my tongue and throat. A coughing fit ensues as I try to make out the words of the song. I needn’t bother, McCormick dances into the living room, singing the words. He’s naked, his soft, but enormous cock bouncing with every swish of his ass.
“If you want my body…” he sings, rubbing his pale pink nipples. His come-fuck-me eyes are trained on me. “…think I’m sexy…”
He shakes his head, probably forgetting that his ridiculous mullet is gone and he has no more hair to swish. McCormick turns, shaking his ass, and glancing at me over his shoulder with bedroom eyes. “…let me know.”
I can’t hold myself together as I reach for the speaker, desperately trying to shut it off and laughing. “The fuck are you doing?”
“I’m buying a house today.” He shimmies over to the counter. “With you.”
“We’re going to look at a house, not buy it.”
He rolls his bright blue eyes toward the ceiling. “We already know we’re going to love it. And we’re putting in an offer immediately.”
“Go put some fucking clothes on, you fool.”
“A fool for you.” He wets the tip of his finger with his tongue, and then circles his nipples, lips puckered in what he probably thinks is a seductive expression but just makes me want to crack up again.
“I hope you never have to find work as a dancer. You suck at it.”
Moving from behind the counter, he stands in the entryway to the kitchen. “I got something you can suck,” he says, grabbing his fat cock.
I’m dying to stuff it in my mouth, to suck on it until I draw out a taste of his seed, and he grows hard between my lips.
“Is that how you want to start your day? With me on my knees?”
His eyes flare. “Hell yeah.” I guess he thought I was playing. “But we don’t have time. We have to meet Cindy in thirty minutes.”
“Later then. When we’re celebrating our new house.”
“Shit.” He palms his rapidly thickening cock. “You’re a fucking tease.”
Me? Ha! “You’re the one that danced out here, naked, wiggling your ass, and shoving your cock in my face.”
