Page 31 of Contingently Yours
Man, it’s thick. It wasn’t this thick the last time.
He’s…hard. Fully hard.
Why is he just lying here and not bolting out of bed? How long has he been awake?
Oh-ho-ho!
Looks like the guy who doesn’t like kissing me has erected a statue in Chia-ville for me.Again!
The twisted-idea fairy in my head arches a brow and nods at the devil on my shoulder. The devil knows exactly what to do.
Closing my eyes, I keep the smile on my face from pressing into his back and give theLucas loganother exploratory stroke. Weird, but whatever. We’ve practically made out already, and it’s just a dick after all, one of two that I’ve had my hand on before. The entertainment value and vindication of the breath he sucks in far exceeds the weirdness. Someonelikesmy stroking.
“Mm,” I groan, sleepily mumbling my next words for effect, “Go back to sleep.”
“Y-your hand…”
What about my hand, Lucas?I want to ask.The hand that you’ve not moved yet?
Our conversation from last night comes back to me. He’s the one who brought this up. Not me. I know now what his scent consists of—big horny hillbilly who likes my kisses and my hand. Suddenly, the idea of him begging seems like a highly satisfying challenge.
Tilting my head, I nuzzle the back of his neck with the tip of my nose and glide my thumb up one of his obscenely engorged dick veins. “What about it?”
And maybe because I’m a bit of a sadist and can’t let shit go, I give him an experimental squeeze. His grunt is followed by a shiver that has his body vibrating against mine.
I have never felt more all-powerful. That’s the only way I can describe the rush I just got from him making sex noises for me.It must be a divide-and-conquer thing, slaying the enemy…with his own dick.
“Y-you…you’re jerking me off,” he rasps.
Is he seriously going to play the Captain Obvious card? Like he’s not stalling on purpose. The coward. I bet his favorite song is ‘Linger’ by the Cranberries.
“The more interesting observation is that you’re not stopping me,” I whisper, moving my mouth to the back of his ear, no longer trying to sound like I’m sleep-stroking. I slide my hand down his length slowly, getting more acquainted with his veins, oddly high on how arousal-frozen and out of breath he is.
“Fuck,” he gasps, and it’s all I can do to hold back an evil laugh.
“How come you’re not stopping me, Lucas? Is it because youlikebeing my boyfriend?”
“What…I…what?”
When I slide my hand back up, I reach the bulbous head of his tip. I know I appreciate a good thumb graze, so it’s second nature at this point. Except, the pad of my thumb comes back sticky and wet. So fucking sweaty.
Wait.
That’s not sweat.
In the words of Dario…crikey.
This feels like some sort of sex leveling up. I’ve made women wet before, but never a man. At least, not that I know of or…felt. Typical Lucas to get some kind of fluid on me.
“I think my boyfriendlikesmy hand on his sweaty dick.”
His grip kneads my wrist, but doesn’t make any effort to stop me. He comes up with the awe-inspiring rebuttal of, “Shut up.”
This time I don’t hold back my snicker, scooting closer and nudging his stupid chastity pillow up higher toward his ass so I can shove my leg in between his. Time for another squeeze of the vein statue. He’s ready to break. I can feel it.
“Just like you liked me talking bossy to you on the beach at the cay. Yeah. Don’t think I didn’t see the Chia Pet come to life after I brushed your nipple and told you to take it. You like your man being in charge.”
“I…no! I d—don’t.”
