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My pussy pulses with need as he pulls my legs apart and drops to his knees, his mouth dancing across my thighs. I love seeing him like this, the sinews of his muscular back flexing as he moves attentively between my legs.
I grab onto his shoulders as he licks up the length of my pussy, then just as his tongue is about to reach my clit, my doorbell buzzes and he jerks his head around.
“Ignore it,” I plead desperately, grabbing his head and shoving it back into position.
My head drops back as his tongue hits its mark, but my body tenses with frustration when the doorbell interrupts us once more.
It buzzes once, then twice, and then fills the apartment with a sound like a furious wasp as someone puts their finger on it and doesn’t let go.
“Shall I continue?” he asks, his firm hands on my thighs as he looks up at me for guidance.
As much as I begrudge telling him to stop, there’s no way I’ll be able to get off with this irritating sound in the background.
“No, I better answer it,” I huff, sliding down from the counter and walking out to the living room to pick up the receiver.
“Who is it?” I ask through clenched teeth, my sexual frustration burning so hot my breath might incinerate the person at the other end.
“It’s Frank. We met at the coffee shop,” says a voice, then another shouts in the background. “And Sam, we met at the coffee shop, too.”
“What? How do you know where I live?” I ask, my heart starting to race.
“I got your photo from our security cameras and walked around the streets asking if anyone knew you,” says Frank, like that was a perfectly normal thing to do.
“That’s how we found Peter,” interjects Sam.
“Who the hell is Peter?” I ask, feeling even more unsettled.
“I’m Peter,” comes another voice over the speaker. “I saw you walking across the street yesterday and asked for directions.”
“That’s when you bumped into me, Logan,” says a fourth voice.
“And I’m Hunter, we met when -”
I slam down the receiver before he has a chance to finish his sentence and drop my forehead against the wall.
Oh shit. It’s every guy who saw me yesterday. And they’re all standing outside my building.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Zeno
I cannot claim to be unaware that my Whirlwind is irresistible to every man in the world. However, knowing there are currently men standing outside trying to capture the heart of my woman fills me with a blend of abominable emotions.
The first and most painful feeling is fear. Bethany and I have expressed our devotion to each other, but I am aware that humans are prone to being capricious.
What if these potential suitors persuade her to change her mind and she wishes to try a real man? One who isn’t blue.
I glance across at her, and her incomparable beauty makes me wonder why she even needed to make that wish. Surely every man must want to love her even without it.
“Would you like to invite them inside?” I ask, the words feeling like a dagger in my stomach, but the pain evaporates in a second when I see her screw up her face with revulsion.
“No way. I’m just going to ask them to go away nicely. Being rejected is crappy so I don’t want to hurt their feelings,” she says with a shrug, and I feel a fool for ever questioning my woman.
She lifts the receiver, then says sweetly, “I’m really flattered, but I’ve got a boyfriend and he’s here with me now, so it’s best if you all leave. I’m sure you’ll find a better match!”
Then she turns around and smiles, “Done, now where were we?” she says, stepping forward to kiss me when the buzzer starts ringing continuously again.
It is clear that these rival men have no intention of leaving, even after she spoke to them with such kindness, and now my insides are burning hotter than the depths of hell.
