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"Get out of me," I say when he doesn't move.

"Shut up, Yue." He doesn't remove his dick. Instead, he plows inside me hard, his dick jolting.

"One more time, then that's it," I find myself saying.

"Whatever you say," he replies, kissing my cheek again. "Don't read into that," he murmurs. "I like kissing."

"I’m not your diary,” I state, lifting my head to press our lips together. It’s a quick action, but Ekon’s eyes widen, which causes a smirk to take over my face. “Now, shut up and work that dick," I add for good measure.

Chapter 6 Ekon

Acaress dances across my dick, and I grunt, eyes fluttering out of REM sleep. It's a slow, deliberate stroke along my dick, like fingertips tracing me from base to tip. They circle the head, gripping it roughly. My hips twitch, and another noise springs from my mouth. My hand reaches down instinctively, grasping at nothing. Just air and the thin blue sheet tangled around my thighs. Rolling sideways, I chase sleep again, falling deeper into slumber. But then, it happens once more, another touch of my shaft. A slam echoes through my house out of nowhere. Jerking upward, I squint into the darkness, eyes scaling my room. My bedroom door is open barely an inch, allowing bits of daylight to slip inside. It streams through the dark room, and I'm sure if I removed the blackout curtains, everywhere would shine with the same gleam.

I rise on the bed, touching the sheets. They're cold, which means Yue must have left a bit ago. Ambling to the bathroom, I go inside to do my business. Once I'm done, I exit and step into my hallway. I walk around my house, eyes scanning everything to ensure she's really gone, when I spy gaps on the shelf by my bedroom door. Three empty spaces lie on the second shelf where sculptures used to sit. Out of nowhere, a ghost touch fires through me. It's a squeeze, firm and rhythmic, like a hand wrapped around the dick. It strokes me softly, like it's memorizing the feel of me. A grunt pours from my mouth. My abs clench, and my dick twitches, half-hard, while my head is confused. Another light touch spreads over me, and now I can't deny it. Yue took my fucking stone dicks, the ones connected to my body. What's more, she's touching one right now.

"Shit," I hiss.

The ghost touch intensifies, a pulsing pressure. It's almost like Yue's rolling the head between her thumb and forefinger, teasing the frenulum. My dick fills, thickening and rising until it's hitting my stomach. My dick throbs when another squeeze of her phantom fingers works the base. I look down at my dick, fully hard while standing in my living room. My eyes wander toward the clock. It's one in the afternoon, and Yue is beating my dick with a ghost-like hand job, using rocks from my body that I've removed whenever I've turned into stone. Every few months, during the full moon, my body turns entirely into stone. Unlike when I change to a gargoyle, this stone is harder. It’s nearly unbreakable. It doesn’t move with me, like how it does when I transform. It restricts me, trapping me in something akin to a boulder. When it cracks, pieces of rock align my dick, making an easily removable shell. It's simple to slide off, and then they magically fill. Each one is bound to my nervous system.

I stalk into my bedroom, hunting for my phone. On the floor, her bra and panties lie. My throat clenches, tightening. She left my damn house with her pussy out after I filled her with loads of cum. Precum spurts from my tip, and I grab her panties, hiking them toward my nose. A simple sniff is all it takes, and I'm beating my dick. It won't take long. The ghost touch pulses again, a long, slow stroke from base to tip. Her palm glides over every ridge, sending the same sensation right to me. My dick jolts, and my jaw tightens when I fuck my palm harder. The phantom caress rolls through me in waves, each one stronger than the last. The combination of her hands ghosting along my dick plus my own are more than enough. In minutes, I shoot, load landing inside her panties. I clean my dick off with it before spreading them out on my nightstand. In the corner, nudged between the nightstand and the wall, is a small scrap of paper that wasn't there before. I unfold it, eyes reading over the words before I belt out laughter.

Ekon,

You should never invite a one-night stand to your place. They're bound to steal.

Yue

I fold the note up, laying it on the area in her panties where her pussy would be. With my phone, I snap a few pictures, making sure to get areas where my cum shines the most. I send them to her, one after another.

Me: Thanks. I needed this.

She reads my message right away and responds with a middle finger. I could tell her those dicks are tied to my body. I could tell her to bring them back... But I won't. The thought of Yue in a mumu with a scarf on her head, sleeping next to three stone dicks wired to my body makes me twitch again. I want to see what she does with them. Will she put one inside her pussy? I bite my fist, piercing through my flesh. The stone dicks are smooth and not as hard as one would think since they’re stone. They would work as a makeshift dildo.

Releasing my fist, I run my hand through my locs and then head to the bathroom. I didn’t sleep with a durag, which will dry my shit out if I keep it up. My loctician will beat my ass.

Another feather like touch strokes my dick. It’s brief, like she's setting it down somewhere. The phantom sensation settles into a faint, persistent warmth at the base of my dick, like a hand resting idle. I can live with this...barely.

Midnight Embers opens at dusk. I arrive at seven, cowboy hat tucked under my arm, blue sparkly boxer briefs already on under my jeans for a new outfit. Chaps and other props lie in my bag. The club hums as DJ Tide tests the sound system with something low and bass-heavy. It vibrates the floorboards under my boots. Purple and black lights bathe the main floor.

I head to the locker room. Ashari sits at a vanity, half-naked. He glances at me the moment I enter, nostrils flaring. A deep chuckle roars from his body.

"It's faint...," he starts, shaking his head. His locs dance from the action. "You smell like a woman," he says. Not a question.

"I always smell like a woman," I say, dropping my bag on the bench.

His head tilts sideways. "You smell like a specific woman." His mouth curves, and he rises, raising a hand slightly in the air. It lands exactly at five foot three. "She's a little one with white hair. She'll probably snap your kneecaps if you stare at her long enough."

"Wouldn't dream of it," I reply as I pull open my locker. "I would never lay a hand on someone snapping my kneecaps."

Ashari's shoulders lift and fall when he laughs. "Right."

The night starts quickly, so I don't see Yue at all. It's Saturday night in New Orleans, meaning by the time dusk hits, lines are wrapping around several areas nearby. I would love to fuck with Yue, but I know better than to do something like that when we're this busy. As a new person dances on stage, I work the floor with the other headlining guys. Des has a group of women eating out of the palm of his hand. Ashari rolls against a woman bent over a table, thrusting against her body. Adwin chats with some of the ladies, keeping his distance.

I find a group of regulars, seducing them with a simple smile. With tempting eye contact, I sit between two men, allowing my locs to fall along my naked back. A little shoulder touch here, coupled with a lean there, makes them beg for me to get on the stage. A group of women at table six wave me over. It's a bachelorette party. Each woman dons a sash and tiara. One of them shakes a pink drink in my face when I arrive at their table. The bride-to-be stands, moving near me. She's tall, brown-skinned, with box braids and a wide grin.

"You're Mr. Maverick," she says, grabbing my arm. Her fingers squeeze my bicep. "We saw your picture on the Instagram page. I told my girls that's the one I want."

I edge close enough that my locs brush her skin, eliciting a moan from her mouth. "Then I'm yours tonight," I murmur, and she screams.