Page 87 of Conviction
“Why’s he an orange?”
“He’s a Jaffa.”
“What are you talking about, Con?” He sighs and rolls his eyes like a thirteen-year-old girl.
“Jaffa, they grow seedless oranges. Marcus is seedless, so I call him the orange.”
“That’s wicked, and you don’t know that for sure.”
He looks up at me through raised eyebrows and shrugs. “It is what it is babe? I know what I know and when I’m right I’m right.”
He winks.
I melt.
He picks up my right leg and starts kissing up the inside of it. When he gets to the top and lifts the T-shirt of his I’m wearing, his eyes look up to meet mine, and I could dissolve into a puddle of lust from what they’re expressing to me.
He wants this.
He wants us.
We’re gonna be okay.
“You’ve got no knickers on,” he says quietly.
“No, I don’t got no knickers on.”
“Fuck Meebs, take off that T-shirt.”
I do as he says, keeping my eyes on his. As soon as I’m naked, he grabs my hips and pulls me further down the bed.
“Touch yourself,” he orders. I bite down on my bottom lip and slide one finger between my legs. He watches intently, his lips slightly parted.
I watch in turn as he pulls down his boxer trunks, freeing his cock and his balls. He strokes himself, up and down, up and down at a slow, measured pace. The tip instantly begins to glisten.
I know it’s wrong to think of Marcus at that moment, but I can’t help it. His family are Jewish, and as with tradition, he’s cut, his cock always looked ugly to me, like it was angry, but Con’s is the opposite. Long, hard, sleek and smooth. Like a sports car.
“What are ya smiling at, Nina Amoeba, you like what ya see?”
I realise that I’ve been staring at his dick for a while now and blush when I look up to meet his sexy stare.
“You have the most beautiful dick,” I blurt out.
“Baby, shit! Fuck, I’m gonna come in my hand if you say things like that,” he continues to stroke himself with one hand, then reaches between his legs and starts to cup and squeeze his own balls with the other.
“Open your legs wider for me. I wanna see how wet you are,” he orders.
I do as I’m told, sliding my middle two fingers down from my clit and dip them inside myself. He gives out a little groan, so I pull them out and offer them up to him. He rubs his middle fingers over the head of his glistening cock and brings them up to meet mine. He puts his other hand around the back of my neck and pulls me up to straddle him, then brings his mouth to mine. We kiss our wet fingers between us.
“That’s us, Meebs,” he says into my ear. His breath hot on my skin.
I’m not sure if I’m too hot but melting or freezing while I’m on fire.
“That taste is us. Me and you. That taste is what we do to each other. That taste is want, need, lust and a love like no fucking other,” he leans back so that he can look at me as he talks. “I need you to know. Whoever that is, growing in your belly, whatever combination of genes, I’m gonna love them like my own. I don’t ever want you to be scared, worried or doubt that for a moment.”
He blows me away.
This man that has been through so much in his life.
