Conscious the snip of anger in my tone isn’t in malice, she drags her teeth over her kiss- swollen lips before saying, “Robert Flint came in his pants. Luke Ramsey came while removing his cock from his pants.”
I angle my head to the side before arching a brow. “You did it twice?”
When she nods, gone is the sheepish woman who slowly climbed up my body to straddle my face, replaced with a woman who looks like she eats men for breakfast.
“That makes you proud, doesn’t it? You fuckin’ love that you have men making a mess in their pants from doing something as simple as looking at your sinfully sexy face.” I say my comment as if the face peering back at me isn’t messed-up compliments to a man’s hand.
Please note, I use the term ‘man’ loosely anytime I’m referencing Col Petretti.
“It’s not my fault they have no clue what they’re doing,” Demi fires back, still giggling.
“Oh… burn,” I bark out with a laugh, not the slightest bit confronted we’re having this conversation in my bed of all places. Friends become lovers even quicker than strangers, and I want that for us more than anything. “I promise when we reach that stage, I won’t leave you hanging like those dweebs. I’ve got you.”
Demi’s laughter immediately ends. After licking her lips that were more parched from her erotic screams than her uncle’s knuckles, she lowers her eyes to the crotch of my sleeping pants—the extended crotch of my sleeping pants. “Until then, are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to help your situation?”
Please, God, let me be a decent man for once. I believe in Karma, so I sure as hell believe she’ll gnaw the fuck out of my ass if I answer any of the pleas my cock is currently dishing out. He begged to sink into Demi before we entered the bathroom. Now he’s straight-up demanding I get the job done.
“Not tonight.” I hate myself. I truly, madly, fucking deeply hate myself. “But how about we reconvene in the morning and reassess the situation?”
I’ll be dead in the morning due to a lack of blood supply to my brain!
I’m sentenced to an eternity in hell when I raise my eyes to the ceiling and whisper a stern, “fuck you,” to God when I spot Demi’s destroyed panties on the floor. I’m not really mad at him. I’m angry at myself. I’m the one who tugged Demi’s panties off so aggressively there’s no chance in hell they’re wearable, so I’m the one who should face the consequences of my actions when she slips beneath the sheets I’m holding open for her and shimmies to my side of the mattress in nothing but a bra.
“Are you sure there isn’t something I can do to relieve the pressure?” Demi asks when the throbbing rod of flesh between us digs into her naked backside.
I slam my fist into my thigh, wordlessly warning my cock he’s next on my hitlist before I draw Demi back as if I have no clue what she’s talking about.
Spooning will take care of my erection. It will have my cock slouching against my thigh like my nanna walked in on me masturbating. I’m not a snuggling type of guy. I can’t recall a single time I’ve hung around to cuddle after a hook-up, which most likely means it’s never occurred.
Unfortunately for me, emasculating moments of endearment don’t deflate my monster cock. He remains firm and erect, his throb growing more urgent when Demi asks, “Do you want me to switch off the light?”
Not once since the nineties has a man begged for clap lights as I am now.
“No. I’ll get it,” I reply when my pleas aren’t granted by an invisible genie.
With the light switch above Demi’s head closer than the one by the door, I stretch across her body to reach it. I’m almost there. My fingertip is a mere inch from the gleaming, plastic material—an inch I gain when I jerk my hips forward to fill the gap.
It’s the same inch that sees my cock popping the button in my sleeping pants.
The same inch that delves between Demi’s thigh gap in hunt for the wetness I’m struggling like fuck to ignore.
The same inch that causes Demi to moan like she’s on the brink of climax again.
And the same fucking inch that reminds me sometimes adulthood doesn’t start for men until they’re thirty.
I’m not strong enough for this.
He-Man wouldn’t be strong enough for this, and he kicks all the other superheroes’ asses.
After rolling Demi onto her back, I fill the gap between her splayed thighs with my body, then lower my mouth to hers. I don’t kiss her straight away. I peer into her eyes, acting oblivious to the fact her right one is nearly sealed shut.
“Are you sure this is what you want? I’ll stop right now if you ask me to, and I’ll never mention it again.” Her half-smirk exposes that she understands the last part of my statement. I won’t keep quiet for her reputation. I’ll do it to save face. A man’s ego can only take so many hits, and her rejection would be by far the most painful. “This isn’t why I brought you here. I want to take care of—”
Demi forces my words back into my mouth with her tongue, curls both her legs around my hips, yanks down my sleeping pants like my dick isn’t already hanging out, then intimately joins us in a way there’s no doubt I’d kill for her.
14
Demi
I pushed down Maddox’s sleeping pants, I led his thick cock to the crest of my pussy, then I curled my legs around his fantastic ass to join us in a way I always hoped we’d do but never truly believed would occur, but the last forty minutes of pure bliss has all been Maddox’s doing.
He readjusted my hips so he could take me deeper than I’ve ever been taken. He found the proverbial G-spot everyone knows about, but not many men endeavor to find, and he brought me to climax so hard, the slickness between my legs ensures not an ounce of friction can be felt between us.
It’s been a glorious forty minutes that grows more blistering when Maddox drags his teeth over the shell of my ear. “In case you’re wondering, both your pussy and your mouth are on my mind right now.” I shudder when he sucks my earlobe into his mouth to soothe the sting of his bite before he releases it with a pop. “I could come right now just recalling how delicious they taste.”
A moan rumbles in my chest when his cock throbs during his confession. He couldn’t possibly get any thicker, he’s already stretching me wide, but somehow, he does.
“Oh, God. Yes.” I raise my leg higher on his sweaty waist, relishing a sensation that should be painful but is much more pleasurable. I’m so full—so gloriously full—and my clit is being awarded the undivided attention of Maddox’s pelvis with every thrust he does.
Each perfect pump hazes my mind. I’m floating amongst the clouds, clawing, moaning, and oh so very close to orgasming again.
“Let go, Demi,” Maddox purrs into my ear as his perfectly structured pumps fail to relent. He grinds into me on repeat, taking me deeper and deeper with every controlled jerk of his hips. “Trust me to catch you. I’ve got you. I’m right fucking here.”
He cups my ass in his big hand before he lifts it from the sticky bedding. His movements are effortless like he was built for fucking. He knows the exact pace to drive me wild. My erotic screams leave no uncertainty of this, and neither does the tremoring orgasm that blindsides me out of nowhere.