Page 28 of The Plus One Pact

Her eyes go wide as I push my boxers off my waist.

A lot of guys in my line of work advertise a monster cock. That's their thing. The biggest you'll ever have. For a small fee.

I'm packing a more normal piece of equipment, but, hey, don't knock normal. Most women have normal sized equipment too. That means we fit together well.

Still, Ivy stares. Not at the sheer size of the thing. Though, I suppose, if it's been a while, even a small dick looks like a lot to take. But there's no awe in her eyes.

There's some mix of familiarity and desire.

"You have a pretty, pretty cock." The word is pure sex on her lips. I want her to say it a million times. I want her to purr I want your cock.

"Thank you." I take another deep breath. Find a center. So I'm not too fast. "You're gorgeous."

Her blush spreads to her chest as she reaches for the condom.

I unwrap it and roll it over my cock. Then a little of the lube I keep in my pocket (in a convenient packet form). Just enough to ease the friction.

Yes, men are the ones complaining sex isn't as good with a condom, but women are the ones who feel actual tissue irritation. Especially if it's been a while. Or if a woman is used to bareback sex.

Fuck—

When did I last feel someone's skin against mine? Would I even survive that sort of intimacy?

I climb onto the bed. "Show me how you like it."

She nods, nerves slipping into her eyes, but just barely. She pushes herself up. "On your back."

I place myself in the middle of the bed.

She climbs on top of me, straddling me, her thighs pressed against my hips.

She looks down at me as she brings her body onto mine.

The first brush of my flesh against hers. Her eyelids press together. A groan falls off her lips.

It's been a while.

I lift my hips to tease her again.

She mutters a curse, pulls back, lowers herself onto me slowly.

My body disappears into hers.

She takes her time getting used to the sensation of fullness. Which is good for me. She feels too fucking good. Soft and wet. And I like her too much.

I'm not used to that.

It's fucking up my stamina.

That can be good. Flattering. But it's not what people expect from a pro.

I close my eyes. Channel thoughts of baseball. The most boring subject known to man.

She shifts, rising over me and taking me again.

I let her play with the speed, position, posture until she finds it.

Then I play dirty—