Page 6 of Below The Surface
“I hear that.” I snap my hips, and he throws his head back, giving me access to his long throat. I wrap my hand around him, not choking him, but enough to make him pause. What would it be like to squeeze though? My rhythm stutters. What the fuck was that thought?
“Don’t you fucking stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I drop my hand to his hips and pound into him, loving every noise he makes. Every whimper. Every gasp. Every pant. I could get used to this.
Kay arches his back and fists his cock. “Gonna come.”
“Me too.”
“Come in my mouth.” Kay pulls away.
I reach for him, but he flips to his back and drops his head over the side of the bed. He slides the condom off. “No chance of a snail trail if I swallow.”
His eyes flutter back when I sink back into his sweet mouth. His hand pumps his cock and I bat him away. “Let me.” He thrusts into my offering while sucking my dick.
His hums do me in. “Fuck, Kay. Coming.” As I do, stars sparking behind my eyes, he cries out and comes all over my hand. He chokes and swallows around my dick. Tears stream down his face and he has to be the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.
I flop next to him on the bed to catch my breath. There are jelly fish dangling from the ceiling. Kay licks his lips. And his fingers.
“That was fun,” Kay says. “Same time next Friday?”
I can barely get my thoughts in line, but I grin at him, already knowing my answer.
He holds up a hand. “Actually, next Friday we can meet sooner. If you wanted. Say 9pm?”
“Already addicted to my dick?” I laugh. His lips twitch. I want to kiss him.
“Nah, not yet anyway. Too soon to tell.” Kay slides off the bed. “Need a few more experiments to see. I can host again.”
I don’t really want to leave yet, but he’s hovering.
“I never know what to do after a hook up. Like thanks for the dick, can you leave now? But that’s harsh, isn’t it? Do you want something to drink?”
Before I can answer, he’s already out the door. I follow him down the hallway and to the kitchen.
“Wait. Can you wait?” I run my hands through my hair. “Yes, to next Friday.”
His lips curl into a sexy smirk. “Good.” He glances at the microwave clock that reads 3am. “Yeah, Friday 9pm. What should I call you?” He grabs a phone from the counter and hands it to me.
“Dallas. That is my real name.”
His mouth twitches. “Cute. Suits you. But if I were a fae prince or something, I’d own you.”
I think he owned me the second I came down his throat, but I’m not telling him that.
3
CASEY
“You know where I put my pink wig?” Kendra asks and I can barely keep my eyes open as I shuffle into the kitchen. Maybe getting dicked down after every torture session for weeks isn’t the best idea. Kendra looks up from rummaging around the makeup case she has poured open on the kitchen island. “Damn, you look like death warmed over.”
“Thanks. I feel like it.” I slump against the kitchen island. “Think I just need some coffee.” I shuffle to the coffeemaker and pour a mug of steaming hot brew.
“Who are you and what have you done to my Casey?”
“Some days you need coffee, even if it’s evil.” I stick my tongue out at her, then doctor my coffee with an obscene amount of sugar and creamer. I take a sip and grimace. “So good.” I choke. Maybe I didn’t add enough creamer. I grab the bottle and pour more in until there’s ahintof brown in my mug instead of mostly brown. Another drink and I sigh. “Okay, that’s much better.”
Kendra rolls her eyes. “You know, you might as well drink straight up creamer if that’s how much you like.”
