Page 210 of Catch Me
“Second,” he went on, “what the fuck did you do to me?”
“We can’t let women be the only ones who get multiple orgasms.”
“I didn’t know it was a whole different thing.”
“Sometimes, and it depends on the person. Now we know you can have a prostate orgasmanda classic one. And yes, I will be taking advantage of that often.”
“Shit, I think it’ll kill me.”
“Only one way to find out.”
He breathed a laugh, then sucked in a breath when I pulled out of him. Now that we weren’t in the midst of sex, I was a little more concerned about my other houseguests. I tucked myself back into my sweats and helped Roman with his since he didn’t seem altogether recovered. After I’d cleaned his cum from the cabinet, I screwed the lid onto the coconut oil and went to toss the towel into the laundry room.
A voice in the kitchen made me tense, and when I heard that it was my dad, I struggled not to laugh. If he’d been a few minutes earlier...I didn’t even want to think about it.
I reached the kitchen and found my dad making a pot of coffee. Roman was leaning on the cabinet I’d just fucked him against, and when our eyes met, I knew he was thinking about it too. How could he not?
“You want eggs, Trav?” Dad asked.
“Oh, you don’t have to make anything. I have to start getting ready.”
“There are still a couple of hours until you have to leave the house,” he pointed out. “If you don’t eat, how are you gonna give it your all?”
“You’re right. Eggs are great, but we should shower and get dressed.”
“Yeah, yeah, of course. I’ll get some stuff going.”
He grabbed the coconut oil off of the counter and I froze. Roman’s lips were rolled in and his chin was tucked. I could see his shoulders shake as he tried not to laugh.
“What do you need that for, Dad?”
“The eggs. It’s healthier than butter.”
“Well, I think butter is fine.”
“Go take your shower, Trav. I can handle things here.”
Roman looked at me with a mixture of amusement and horror. I was trying to remember if I’d double dipped. I was pretty sure I had, but either way, my memory could never be trusted. Better to err on the side of caution.
“Wait, I got that out for a reason,” I said, coming up beside him. “It’s anti-inflammatory.”
When he didn’t seem keen on giving it to me, I casually plucked it from his hand. At the same moment, Kai came in, along with Sen, who was always Squidward for the first hour of the day.
“Coffee, baby?” Kai asked.
Sen just rolled his eyes and sat at the island.
“I think that’s a yes,” I noted.
“It’s always a yes. I just think he’s cute when he rolls his eyes at me.”
“Alright, well...” I held the coconut oil awkwardly and took a couple steps back. “Save me some coffee.”
“Unlikely. Why do you have coconut oil?”
“His joints,” Roman chimed in.
Kai looked at it, then at me, and finally at Roman. His eyes moved around the space in a way that I didn’t like.
