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She wiggles her hips, and frowns as if she’s testing a theory. “Bananas are soft, cucumbers are not, and you’re rocking a steel pipe. Are all men born with big dicks in New Zealand? Because lemme tell you, they don’t make them like that here.”
“Good to know,” I chuckle, still trying to wrap my head around…this.
Dion purses her lips and sits up. “Oof,” I grunt. “Warn a guy next time, yeah?” My dick hasn’t gotten the memo that we’re done now, even though he’s fucking comfortable right where he is.
Tilting her head, Dion rests her hands on my abs. “I think we should do this again.”
“Meaning?” I thought it was a one-time thing, especially because we went at it damn hard both times — like we were trying to get it out of our systems.
“I like sex, but I don’t have time for the relationship-y stuff. And I’m too busy to date.”
“You’re so direct during sex, but you choose now to be vague?”
“Ugh, fine.” Dion blows a strand of hair out of her face and crosses her arms across her chest — while still straddling my hips with my dick inside her. Because that’s what adults do now. “What if we fucked for funsies?”
“Come again?” I laugh, only because I’m starting to find the hilarity in our combined insanity.
“You know, like we get together once a week, preferably when my kids aren’t home, and bump uglies, or whatever the kids these days are calling it. I’d be in a better mood more often if my vagina was being used recreationally with a real peen, and not a piece of plastic shaped like one.”
“What you mean to say is,” I sit up, leaning on my forearms, “you want to be friends with benefits?”
“Do grown-ups even call it that anymore?” she asks, dropping her arms, and propping her hands on her hips. Naturally, I stare at her breasts. They’re full, and bouncy, and her skin is red from the beard I still need to trim but probably won’t. “You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself, Mika. And I can tell you’re thinking about it.”
Our eyes meet, and Dion plants a kiss on my lips. “Just say yes, Mika. It’s not that hard.” She giggles. “I mean you are hard, but —”
“Dion, stop. I know what you’re asking, and I’m not opposed to it, but before I agree, I need to know what Nina said to you.” It’s been bothering the ever-loving shit out of me.
She brings her face closer to mine. “Can we barter? I tell you what that harpy had to say after you give me another orgasm and agree to service me at least once a week?”
“Only once a week?” I tease. “That won’t be enough for me.” It probably won’t be if she’s offering sex without strings. I also have quite the appetite for sex once I’ve had a taste of the good stuff. “We can figure out the details later,” she replies, brushing her lips across mine. “I’m more interested in testing your hardware again.” Which is exactly what she does, until we’re both riding the ‘O’ train a third time. I’m almost embarrassed to admit it’s a new record for me. Almost.
By the time we part ways, we’ve agreed to fuck for funsies, as Dion called it. I’ve been in a friends-with-benefits situation once before, and it didn’t end well, but Nina is a different kind of crazy.
Dion’s kind of crazy I think I can handle.
