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My aching, dripping cock proved me a liar. The more I thrust, the closer I came to that precarious edge.
“You make me so hot, Lazlo. I could fuck you three times a day and still not have enough of you.”
He held onto my hips as I rocked against him, pressing my groin to his, the heat of his cock creating a delicious friction between us.
“I need to fuck you.”
He panted, reaching behind the couch for the tiny box that held a hidden stash of condoms. Three days out of four, we ended up doing exactly this every time we came and watched television. I kept waiting for the heat to wear off, for us to finally have our fill of one another, but it had yet to happen.
He entered me without preamble. I preferred it that way. Especially in situations where we both were so dialed up and twisted, we’d do anything deepen the craving before our collective releases.
“You’re so tight, Dax. Shit, so warm and tight. My cock is so hard right now.”
He took hold of my cock and strangled it as he pumped me toward my orgasm.
“I wish I could suck you off while I fucked you. I want that, your cock in my mouth and mine in your ass.”
“We’re not made of rubber.”
I joked, relishing in the bite of pain as he pushed in as deep as he could. If he kept knocking his cockhead against my prostate, I’d be a goner in three thrusts. With my hands linked behind his neck, I could bear down against his groin and ride his cock.
“Yes.” Lazlo held my hips and thrust up into me as I leaned back. My hands slipped from around his neck, scoring nail marks down his chest.
“Fuck, I’m already there.” I groaned, “You coming with me?”
“Go. Now.” He leaned forward and bit my nipple before thrusting with determination. “I’ll be right behind you.”
Within a few pumps, he and I both were shouting our completions.
“Better?” I asked when we floated back to reality.
Lazlo looked so sweet laying there with shiny eyes and flushed cheeks. His walnut-colored hair hanging in his face, just over the rim of his eyeglasses. I fed him my tongue, the pair of us taking languorous passes in one another’s mouths before finally coming up for air.
“I love you Dax.” He looked me in the eye, the set of his mouth stating he did not want to be discounted.
“I love you Lazlo, my beautiful baby.”
Hopefully, one of these days, we’d have one other person who was on the receiving end of such proclamations.
7
Wednesday did not come fast enough. Typically, my days flew by. I always had too much to do and not enough time to get it all done. Yet every report I had to read, and every presentation I had to give, felt like I walked through time quicksand.
“I need a favor.” Whisper stood with a few of the servers at the entrance to the play area.
“You need a favor?” Her eyes took a slow path down my face, a mischievous grin quirking her eyebrow and bringing out her dimple. “I think I could deal with you being indebted to me for once.”
I got Whisper her job at Club Sin. She’d been a kid who had aged out of the system at eighteen and had no one to take her under her wing. With no guidance on how to be an adult, she’d gotten messed up with a pimp. When I met her, she was a strung out, disenfranchised twenty-three-year-old with no avenue of hope. Since that day two years ago, she kicked her habit, attended NA, and found a supportive community here at Club Sin who make her feel needed and appreciated. She flourished. She didn’t “owe” me for anything, though she frequently hinted at it.
“I need you to close off Room 20. I don’t care what excuse you give to Mistress Margaux—tell her a pipe burst for all I care—but she can’t go to a closed-door room. Put her in one of the demonstration rooms with the two-way mirror. Please.”
She tossed her mermaid colored hair over her shoulder with a snotty huff.
“You want me to risk getting verbally beheaded byMargaux? Do you have any idea how obnoxiously particular she is? She will dress me down until I’m in a puddle of expensive makeup and lingerie.”
“I promise I will take the heat for it. Eventually. For tonight though, please just tell her she can’t have 20.”
Whisper didn’t answer me, rather turned on her pointy heel and stomped back toward her computer at the membership desk. She said she wasn’t interested in finding someone in the lifestyle. That she wanted to focus on healing herself first. That she needed to relearn how to trust men. But I swear she’d be perfect for a brat tamer. Someone like Rodney.
