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“More, Cohen, I need more of your cum deep inside me. So give it to me, give me another.” She brings her wet lips to my ear, straining from the pillows when she says, “Fuck it into me, baby, right now.”
Slippery and sticky, I crash into her one more time and just as I’m about to fire another one off, she seizes up, her walls tightening on my length.
“Come with me, come on,” she coaxes, though I don’t need it. The orgasm is already throbbing, and a moment later, I’m spewing inside of her, filling her so full that it oozes out onto my base, smearing against her pussy lips. “Yes,” she purrs, tilting her hips off the bed, sealing her body to mine. We writhe like that, my cock still twitching inside of her, warm and cozy in a pool of my own cum. She’s so tight and hot, I can’t help but lift up and find her eyes.
“I can’t believe I did that,” I say, still out of breath, minutes later.
She smiles, eyes shining, blonde hair strewn about the pillow in a post-fuck mess. Fucking gorgeous. “Now, roll over and let me lie on top of you. But please,” she says, her eyes intense on mine, even in the new moonlight her intensity roars. “Stay inside of me.”
I manage to give her what she asks for, and we end up falling asleep with her slender body curved into my bigger one, my cock soft but big enough to not slip out. And that’s how we sleep, my cock buried at home.
twenty-seven
scarlett
Take it off with your teeth
I do yet one more spin in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, wondering if this is the dress. I don’t know why I’m so nervous, it’s going to just be everyone from Crave and a few heads from Debauchery. Still, as I survey my body in the third dress I’ve put on tonight, I find myself nervous for the Loved by Lucy celebration at our place tonight.
I put my hands on my hips, head tipped to the side, debating as Cohen appears in the mirror behind me.
He runs his thick fingers through my hair gently, freeing the tangles that formed during outfit changing. Last week, he asked me if he could braid my hair. Since giving up swimming, he’s developed some secondary anxiety simply due to not having a place to dispel that extra energy. We did yoga one morning, and that quickly devolved into sex. And now, day seven, he’s working on his braiding skills.
Lifting the brush from the dresser, he carefully runs it through my locks. My eyes follow him in the mirror, and my pussy pulses at the tender way he watches the comb slide through, making sure not to pull too hard.
The way he takes care of me never fails to put me in the mood. I spin in his arms but find a serious look waiting for me. “Can I give you a braid?” he asks when we find each other's gaze in the mirror.
I nod.
“And trust me, after everyone leaves, you can give me that look all you want. But right now,” he says, slipping his fingers through my tresses, quickly sectioning three pieces. His elbows move and his eyes pinch as he works. I can’t help but hide a smirk at how sweet it is. “Right now we’re celebrating Lucy and her toy.” He ties the elastic at the end, then curves his hands to my hips, gripping me. “You look beautiful in this dress.”
His compliment eases my stress. “Thank you.”
He follows behind me as we head into the living space, and a moment later, the first knock comes. The apartment is full of Crave & Cure in less than fifteen minutes, and later in the party, when things felt crowded and people got warm, Otis opened up his place across the hall, and people moved between both apartments, even lingering in the breezeway for a private moment and quiet talk. Vienna presents her toy, which is me but definitely more credit to her—and everyone applauds. Cohen whistles, and my lips tingle when I catch him doing it.
The night rolls on, and just as I’m getting tired, Aug pulls me aside. “Where’s Cohen?”
I look around, finding him taking a sip of an amber liquid, a smile on his face as he nods along to some crazy story Tucker is telling him. His hair is styled tonight, a neat coif of shine, and his jaw is clean shaven. His eyes are bright and his smile is wide. I’m about ready to slip away and grab him but once my eyes are on him for more than a moment, he looks at me, winking.
I lift my hand in the air, motioning him to us. He nods to Tuck, and heads toward me. His strides are long and confident, his trim physique owning his mud colored pants and white button up shirt.
“Can I talk to you guys somewhere quiet?” Aug says, head moving between us.
“Our room,” Cohen offers, leading us that way. My body vibrates from the wayour roomsounds and I traipse in behind them, pussy tingling.
With the door closed, Aug turns to face me. “The toy is a hit. They want to sign you for another design, but they also want you to be more proactive in the advertising campaigns. It will be more money but much more time, too.”
“The toy isn’t even officially launched yet,” I say, disbelieving that my replica is that sought after.
“The soft launch essentially set fire to the expectations and built a skyscraper in the ashes,” Aug says, his tone even, eyes locked on mine.
I look at Cohen, because he knows that I actually had hoped to talk to Aug this week. He nods, because he knows there’s no time like the present. I face Aug and give him a smile that screams “sorry, no thanks.”
“I was going to ask you if I could go part-time, actually. I know my contract stipulates I’m full, but… I’m going back to school. I had almost completed my computer science degree. And I want it.” I stand straighter, feeling empowered by my choice. I glance at Cohen who wears a proud smirk.
“Well,” Aug says, without missing a beat, “When you get that degree, I’ll hire you.”
I blink, my heart racing. “I mean… am I fired?”
