Page 26 of Badd Love
"…the albatross pair will spend the next sixty to eighty days taking turns incubating the single, precious egg. The female will lay her egg and immediately fly away to find food while her mate incubates the egg. When she returns, it will be the male's turn…"
Sleep dragged me under, then, and it was a deep, sound, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER 4
Dane
Iwoke up sweating and thirsty but refreshed. And confused.
Where the fuck was I?
There was an unfamiliar weight on my chest. Warmth. Softness. Someone snoring softly—a nearly silent inhale and a long exhale at the back of the throat.
I opened my eyes—Lindsey Snelling was fast asleep on my chest. One hand was cupping the side of my neck, her nose nuzzling my throat. I felt her breath huff hot on my skin.
Then, as my gaze traveled south, problems arose.
Her T-shirt—mine, which she had found and kept—had rucked up in her sleep and was now crumpled up above her hips. Which revealed the fact that she hadn't been wearing a damned thing under it. As in, that sweet, big, juicy, firm, plump, round ass was bare in all its magnificent glory.
And my hands were cupping it. I squeezed—goddamn, it was perfect. I groaned softly, not wanting to wake her but unable to stop the sound of appreciation from emerging.
Hands off the ass, Dane, I told myself.
I didn't listen to me, naturally.
No, instead, I copped another feel. A slow, petting caress of its roundness, a gentle exploration of its delicious, delectable expanse. Fuck, fuck,fuck, she had a great ass.
For a fraught moment, all I could think about was having her on her hands and knees as I pounded into her hot, wet pussy from behind, feeling this ass—which I squeezed again and then immediately gentled my grip to a soft caress—smash and squish and jiggle as I crushed my hips into it. I'd take a double handful as I fucked her, and then as she started coming, I'd spank her.
Fuck!
My cock was an iron rod behind my sweatpants, throbbing with arousal. What a way to wake up, good lord.
Lindsey stirred, snuffled sleepily. Hummed. Wriggled on me. Rubbed her naked pussy against my erection.
I had to move—I had to get out from under her. If she did that again, I was gonna pop my load in my pants like a fourteen-year-old virgin watching porn for the first time.
Which was a firm “hell no” for me. Not happening.
I slipped as slowly and carefully as I could out from under her, trying as hard as I could to not rouse her. I think I succeeded—I reached my feet and she was still out, albeit making more waking-up noises.
I limp to the bathroom—my left leg was half asleep and tingling. I stopped at the toilet and lifted the lid, but I had a major problem: I was rocking a monster hard-on. For the non-dick-havers in the audience, pissing with a hard-on was a physics problem: erect dick point up—toilet down, peepee go wrong direction.
Now what? Wait for it to subside? I had to pissnow. Do a handstand? I wasn’t a gymnast, and how did you aim? Stand halfway across the bathroom and arc the stream? You’d get piss literally everywhere. Sit and lean forward? Maybe. Stand in the tub and let ‘er rip? I would, but this isn't my place.
Maybe I can just bend it down enough to get the stream into the toilet?
"Dane?" Lindsey's sleepy voice comes from behind me.
"Oh, uh…" I had my sweatpants down in front and my dick in my hand as I tried to angle it downward.
"What…uhhh…what are youdoing?"
"Trying to piss," I growled, annoyed at how embarrassing this was.
"Trying?" I heard her shuffle forward, and then she was beside me, staring down at my erection. "Oh." She giggled. "I see the issue."
I had no words—my mind is blank. I let my dick go and tugged my sweatpants back up. "You go. I'll just…wait."
