Page 39 of The C*ck Down the Block

Trixie smacked me on the shoulder. “Christopher Bridger Kingman, I know I’m a big girl, and you are going to hurt yourself trying to carry me up those stairs.”

I liked that she didn’t deny we were going up to her bedroom, only the fact that I had the ability to carry her there. Just to prove the point, I took the stairs up two at a time. “Sweetheart, I am a highly trained athlete and it’s the fucking off season. What the hell else do I have all these muscles for than to haul my girl, lush body and all, to bed?”

A sweet, slightly surprised smile turned her face into something that once again made me think she’d never been with a man who’d made her feel special. “Your girl, huh?”

I shouldered my way into her room and over to the big, lush bed covered in about a thousand too many pillows. “Yes, you’re mine, and I’ve waited a long time for you. So be a good girl and kiss me again like you know you belong with me.”

If I thought Trixie had blushed before, it was nothing like the crimson that lit up her cheeks this time. Her mouth made a cute little oh, and then she bit her lip and looked down and to the side as if she could hide her reaction from me.

My sweet librarian next door liked being called a good girl. I was definitely down for some praise kink. I just about tripped over the bed wondering what other kinks she might have.

I laid her down on the bed, crawled over her, and grabbed her hands, sweeping them up and pinning them over her head. Her breath whooshed out, just the tiniest bit shaky. Yep, my girl was dirty in all the best ways, and we were going to have so much fun in bed.

Not that I expected anything else. Everything about being with Trixie was a good time. From the way she laughed to the way she kissed.

She bit her lip again and that was something I couldn’t resist. I took the other side of her bottom lip between my teeth and pulled it into my mouth, giving her a little nip, which made her do a sexy as hell whimper-groan. She had me so hard already that I was going to be lucky to last more than a minute inside of her.

And that meant I had to make sure I got her off at least two or three times before I even let her touch me. I kissed along her jaw and found a spot behind her ear that made her shiver. “Tell me what you like, Trixie. How you want me to touch you, what you want me to do to you to make you feel good.”

She grinned up at me, but there was something else in her gaze that I couldn’t quite identify. “I’m quite sure anything we do is going to be great. But you should know...”

There was insecurity in her voice that I wasn’t used to hearing from her. I wanted to make sure she knew how much I wanted her, but also that this wasn’t just fucking around for me. “There’s time for us to get to know everything, babe. I’m not going anywhere. I don’t only want you now, tonight, I want a whole lot more.”

Her lips parted but froze in a half gasp, and she hesitated, her words caught in the surprise of my declaration, held hostage in her throat by her tangled feelings. Her hands, which usually animated her thoughts so freely, were still clasped in mine over her head, and her fingers danced, wanting to clench, but she didn’t fight against my hold on her.

For a split second, her eyes darted away, scattering her thoughts, and I could almost see her trying to collect them from the far corners of the room. But then she locked onto my gaze again, her eyes not just meeting mine but clinging, as if she found something there she didn’t want to let go of.

When her mouth finally opened to respond, she arched into me ever so subtly. She was stepping over some invisible line inside her, crossing from what she’d always thought would be into what could be. With me.

Instead of words, she pressed her lips to mine again and squirmed out of my hold, reaching for my shirt and yanking it up and over my head. Oh, hells to the yeah. I went straight for the button on her jeans, and together we got them down her hips. She lifted her ass, and I tugged them all the way off.

“Are... are those roosters on your panties?”

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down and laughed. “Yeah. And the back says cock blocked.”

I threw her jeans over my shoulder with the intention of rolling her over to see. But something behind me crashed. Trixie’s eyes went wide and I turned to see what the hell I’d broken. Some kind of laundry hamper had fallen off a small stand inside her closet and the contents were now scattered across the floor.

The debris wasn’t her dirty laundry. But it was dirty though. Dirtier than I ever would have imagined for my sweet, nerdy, curvy girl.

There were at least a hundred very interesting sex toys, including dildos, vibrators, and a few things that I couldn’t identify.

Trixie jumped off the bed and dashed toward the mess, diving for the nearest toy like she was going to clean them up. “Oh god. Pretend you didn’t see any of this.”

I basically tackled her, gently taking her to the floor and wrenching the already buzzing vibrator shaped like a tentacle right out of her hand. She squeaked and tried to cover her face and she snort laughed and turned every shade of red.

I grabbed that hand away from her eyes and brought the toy down between her legs. “Later, you’re going to tell me why you have a whole menagerie of sex toys, but first, I’m going to make you come with at least a dozen or more of them.”

TENTACLE PORN

TRIXIE

This was my own damn fault, but I also wasn’t even a little bit sorry. I certainly never expected to have a literal quarterback throw my jeans into my closet and knock over the secret stash of sex toys my loving, but weirdo mother had sent me over the last four years.

Chris had probably already figured out where most of these had come from. He knew my mother and her body and sex positive platform. He also knew that she and my dad traveled the world. I hope to god that he didn’t care that was why he had a vibrating, Japanese tentacle-porn sex toy in his hand and was making his way down my body with it.

Because I was not going to bring up my mother right now. Especially since he was the first man to touch me like this who hadn’t even mentioned her once.

“You’re a little too excited about that tentacle.” The grin on his face was far too entertained to just be about getting in my pants.

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