He laughs and cups my face in his hands, pressing a gentlekiss to my lips. “Noted. Does that mean you’re ready for round two?”
“Absolutely.”
He wraps his arm around my waist, rolls us over so he’s on top, and drops his mouth to mine. And we start again.
22
SPACE I DON’T WANT
Maverick
Iwake up the next morning to the feel of something tickling my stomach. I blink a few times, my brain slow to come online—especially since I’m not in my own bed, or my house.
It only takes a few seconds before last night comes rushing back. Me showing up at Clover’s unannounced. The sex. So much sex. I figured after the first time she’d need a break, or some pillow talk, or maybe some sleep. But no.
All those months of avoiding, then dancing around each other made us voracious.
And she’s currently naked, kneeling beside me, hair sleep-messed and sex wild, her tongue pushing at her top lip. She runs a finger along my cock, which isn’t quite awake yet either, butwill be soon.
“What are you doing?” My voice is raspy and thick with sleep.
She startles and gasps. “Oh my God! I thought you were still asleep.” Her cheeks flush with color.
“I was. Why are you creeping on my business?”
“Your business?” She arches a brow.
“Less-evolved head, penis maximus, Thor’s hammer—pick your preferred name for my favorite appendage.” I point to my cock, which is lying on my stomach, angled toward Clover.
She grins. “Thor’s hammer? Is that what you call your fuck stick?”
I bark out a laugh. “Fuck stick?”
“It’s actually more like a fuck log, but that doesn’t roll off the tongue quite so nicely.” She strokes a single finger from the tip to the base. “You know, this is like false advertising.”
I fold an arm behind my head. “How so?”
“Your soft is someone else’s generous hard.”
“I’m a grow-er who should be a show-er, is that what you mean?”
“Yes!” Her eyes light up. “That’s it exactly. Like, this should stay basically the same size and get hard. But it gets harderandbigger.”
“It’s the Waters curse,” I tell her.
She hums distractedly. “Curse?”
“Yeah. Apparently stupidly huge fuck sticks run in my family.”
“There must be a story that goes along with this.” She keeps petting my cock, stroking up and down the length with her fingertip, and every time she does it, it grows.
“There is.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
“Depends, I guess.”
“On?” She runs her finger around the crown and over the slit, where it’s weeping already.
