Page 73 of Champagne Fizz

“It’s not comfortable,” Simon admits, and I can feel his steel cock pressing against the drenched fabric between my legs. “But it’s not as big of a sacrifice when I get to see you come like that.”

“So, you’re saying I get to come for both of us?”

He laughs, stroking my hair softly.

“I’m no saint, Kendall,” he says. “There’s going to be lots of personal one-on-one time between me and my cock when I get home.”

I groan at the thought. Normally, I’d be embarrassed by someone—especially him—saying that. Instead, it’s incredibly hot.

“You’re going to—”’

“Fuck myself while I think about you orgasming? Yes, Sunshine. I absolutely am.”

I whimper into his neck and I feel his face muscles smile at my reaction.

“I’d invite you to watch,” he says in a low dirty voice, “but I think you’d pass out.”

I muffle my moan, and he squeezes his arms more tightly around my waist.

This is so much.

He’s so much.

And still, I want all of him. I want to watch him. I want to feel him. I want to be drowned and lust battered by all the things he wants to do to me that I can’t even imagine.

I feel like an ocean: unleashed and in over my head.

This is definitely going to take time. Having actual pina-goes-in-my-lada sex is a far-away finish line. But this is the first time I want to build the stamina to get there. I want to do the exercise, push to the next milestone, feel his hands on me day after day after day.

“We’re going to have to do a lot of this,” I say, and he laughs.

“Are you saying that because you need to work up your endurance, or you can’t get enough of my hands?”

“Both!” I muffle against his neck.

Right now, this feels like it will take a thousand days, a thousand kisses, and a thousand new ways for him to discover how to tear an orgasm out of me. It’s the long game, and somehow that feels like everything.

19

SIMON

I’m jumpy at work.

Distracted.

Arie can totally tell something is up when I mess up the staff schedule and am late putting in the produce order. She keeps eyeing me all through dinner service like I’ve got a screw loose. And maybe I do.

Was I totally off base when I accepted to be Kendall’s virginity tribute?

I know she enjoyed herself in my car the other day, but I keep wondering if she’s regretting it. Was that too fast? Too far? Kendall definitely got excited and wanted to take things faster than I know she can handle. But am I always going to be so chivalrous? I mean if she’s hot and begging …

“Earth to Simon!” Arie snaps her fingers two inches from my nose. “Did you have a brain aneurysm, or are you daydreaming about pussy?”

I shake myself and refocus on our packed dining room. Smoke baths and brûlée torches are brandished by our staff as they bring out Arie’s creations. It’s the dinner rush and the last thing I need is to be caught fantasizing. Ironically, Arie won’t likewhoseparts I’m thinking about.

“I’m here,” I reply, turning to Arie. “What did you need?”

She purses her lips in suspicion. “Definitely thinking about pussy,” Arie concludes and I roll my eyes.

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