Page 63 of The C*ck Down the Block

The smile on his face could light up this whole town. And it belonged to me.

SIX WAYS TO SUNDAY

CHRIS

When Trixie said those three words, the sensation that rippled through me was almost tactile, like the snap of a ball hitting my palm. My pulse didn’t quicken, it deepened, as if each heartbeat was pressing further into my chest.

“I love you so fucking much, Trix. I have for so long, and I want to shout it out for the entire world to know.” Saying it out loud felt like untying a knot that had been clenched in my throat for ten years. Something important released within me. It wasn’t fireworks or floodlights. It was the click of the way we fit together.

The earnestness in her eyes acted like a magnet, pulling forward thoughts I’d been hesitant to form fully. Marriage, commitment, a future together. Each word built its weight in my mind and was buoyed by the fact that she loved me.

“Let’s get out of here. I want to fuck you six ways to Sunday.” And one of those ways was going to be pure, unadulterated lovemaking. The soul deep, there’s no one else in the world but you kind of lovemaking.

She smiled up at me so beautifully that I had to remind myself how to breathe. “Good thing tomorrow is Sunday then.”

Sunday already? Tomorrow was the grand finale picnic, that I was hoping I could talk her out of. I’d much rather stay home and in bed with her.

It was also the last free Sunday I’d have in a while. Training camp started next week, and I wouldn’t have time for anything but football. Well, football and fucking my girl.

I heard some sort of sound coming from the door to the locker room, or just on the other side. Trixie’s eyes went wide, and we broke into peals of laughter. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back out into the hall. A couple of someones were hightailing it back through the beehive butthole, but the darkness of that cavity hid whoever had gotten their little earful.

Good. I hope the rumor worked fast so that news of Trixie definitely not being a virgin spread straight to Anthony and Rachel. Those fuckers could go fuck themselves.

When we got back to Trixie’s, I wanted to take her straight upstairs, but being the responsible adult that she was, we checked on the chickens first. Luke was still acting pouty, but he was a sucker for strawberries and Trixie still got in a couple of snuggles, even if her rooster did look put upon by the whole thing like one of those kids who get their cheeks pinched by their grandmother.

I wasn’t going to say anything to Trix, but I think Luke was jealous like I’d stolen his girl away.

After she put them back in their pen, Trixie stared at Luke, who just copped a squat in the middle of the dirt. His girls surrounded him again, cooing and consoling him. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him. I might have to take him to the vet next week. I’ve never seen him so downright depressed before.”

“I’ll have a talk with him.” I pulled her away from her sulky rooster and back toward the house. “Cock to cock.”

“You did not just say that.”

I didn’t let her tease me anymore than that. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder and carried her into the house. I was impatient to get to those six ways.

Which we did. First on her kitchen table just inside the back door. What can I say, I was hungry and impatient. And she was delicious. Especially when she was crying my name while I ate her like the snack that she was.

Then I let her ride me like the cowgirl that she was.

Halfway into the night, I finally got to make love to her.

We were so deeply together in that moment. Not just our bodies, but I was sure our very souls were intertwined and there was no separating us.

“I can feel your heart pounding,” Trixie said softly, her breathy voice sending another wave of pleasure through me.

The connection between my body and hers felt unbreakable as I tasted the sweetness of her kisses, devouring her little moans and whimpers while committing to memory every soft touch, every lush curve. I wanted nothing more than to savor this perfect moment. “It’s beating for you, every beat, every time, is yours.”

Her breath quickened again as I ravished her body with my hands, feeling every inch of her curves and crevices.

“Never stop, never stop loving me,” she pleaded, her voice barely audible over the sound of our breathing.

The way we made love went so far beyond anything I’d ever experienced that I didn’t want it to end. Even as we pushed closer and closer to coming, neither of us ever let go of the pure erotic intimacy, even during moments when we stopped to catch our breath and stare into each other’s eyes there was a sense of... eternity.

“Never. I love you, Trixie,” I whispered against her lips. “You’re my forever.”

She came apart, her orgasm dragging me with her into a bliss that wasn’t just about pleasure, but love. So much love that I reveled in it, letting it melt everything else away. There was only me and Trixie.

When she drifted off in my arms, it was the only way I ever wanted to fall asleep ever again.

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