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“Sorry,” I said, straightening away.
“You can touch me. I don’t mind.”
Considering what he’d planned to do while I slept, I was sure he wouldn’t mind. The small smile tugging at my lips vanished at the first gentle pull of the brush through my hair.
I almost moaned out loud.
“Is this good?” he asked.
“So good.”
I told myself I’d have time to wash my clothes after he was done and settled in for some pampering. He worked through the tangles with the patience of a saint and the lightest of touches, running his fingers over my hair almost like he was petting me. I didn’t mind in the least. Each touch was soothing heaven.
My rigid position began to wilt, and I didn’t notice how much until my side touched his leg again.
“Sorry,” I murmured.
“No apologies are necessary. Relax, Shelby. You are safe with me.”
He was right. I was safe. Exhaling more of my tension, I leaned against his right leg, looping an arm around it so I could rest my cheek on his knee while he worked.
My lids started to droop. Between the light stroke of the brush, the heat coming from his leg, and my full belly, the day’s tensions melted away, and I closed my eyes in pleasure and exhaustion.
* * *
“What if sheturns her head and my cock accidentally slips into her mouth? If I don’t move, then I am still not touching her. She is touching me, and I consent.”
“Your cock will not slip into her mouth. Her mouth is too small. But, yes, you would not be touching her without consent. She would be touching you.”
The conversation penetrated my sleep-fogged brain and confused the hell out of me. As did the weird pulsing under my cheek.
“It is going to take many washings to get all of that out of her hair. She will not be happy,” Vorx said ominously.
“She kept rubbing her cheek against me. I could not help my reaction. Tell me again what her pussy looks like. I wish I could see it from here.”
My eyes popped open, and I sat up fast. Or at least, I tried to. A tug on my hair sent me sprawling face first between Turik’s legs. The thing that had felt like an arm, but which was actually his massive erection, met my nose and lips with bruising force. He grunted and hissed out a breath. I groaned and pressed my hands against his thighs for leverage, even as his package twitched against my face.
Lifting my head, I focused on what had my hair. It wasn’t his hands. Those were fisted at his sides. No, my hair was plastered to his washboard abs, glued there by cum from the swollen, purple-grey head peeking above the line of his pants.
“You’re breathing on it,” Turik rasped.
The appendage in question twitched twice, growing darker in color.
Frantically, I gathered my hair in one hand and tugged it free before he made matters worse.
“It’s open now,” Vorx said from behind me. “It’s pink like the tongue of a cow, and the hair around it is short.”
My eyes bulged, and I jerked upright from my all-fours position as Turik groaned and cupped himself.
“What the hell?” I demanded, visibly shaking. I shot them both panicked glares, but my gaze settled on Turik. “You said I was safe. You said you wouldn’t touch me or stare at me. I thought I could trust you.” I swiveled to Vorx. “You had no right to look. You knew you didn’t have my consent.”
“Forgive me, Shelby,” Turik said, calling my attention. “You fell asleep on me before I finished brushing your hair. I knew you were tired and would wake if I tried to leave, so I didn’t move. I liked the way you hugged my leg. Then, after a while, you moved your head.” His hips twitched. “I tried not to think of how it felt. But you rubbed your face against my cock. I didn’t mean to release. I thought it would wake you, but it didn’t. I didn’t know what to do, so I called for Vorx.”
He stopped there, and I could imagine how the rest played out. My cooter had likely been exposed to Vorx the moment he walked into the room.
Scowling, I carefully scooted off the bed.
“I’m going to go wash all of this out of my hair. Please be out of this room by the time I’m done.”
