“Oh but don’t think I’m not contemplating removing your dick for confessing for me,” she fake coughs, “Total dick move.”
I can do nothing but laugh, even though I know Priest has made sure Angel knows how to defend herself and is capable of removing my favorite part.
“True, but you like my dick so I think it’s safe for the time being,” I say with confidence. I’ve been the only boyfriend she’s had in the last two years. Girlfriends come and go now, though I know she’s currently unattached to anyone but me.
“The “time being” is the optimal point.” She says, getting closer to her usual sassy self. She lets me go and drops the towel and I have to fucking swallow at the sight of her. She’s fucking magnificent.
Her peach tinted nipples pucker in the cool air, making her breast hard to look away from. Her under-bust tattoo, two skeletal hands appearing to cup her ample breast with a rosary wound between the fingers, making the rosary pulled taught to allow the cross to sit on her sternum, among a bed of roses. Her curvy hips pull in my attention, and I find myself stepping toward her, intent on kissing her from the curve of her hip to her core, where I plan on spending a large amount of time worshiping her clit with my tongue until she’s screaming my name and begging to add more skeleton ink above it to mark what is mine.
Her eyes light like she knows what I’m thinking as I take another step towards her.
“Foods almost ready!” Priest calls from the kitchen.
“Okay, I’ll be out there in a minute!” Angel yells back.
Sounding concerned, “And Bones? I swear he just went past here.”
I fight a chuckle, “Still gotta hop in the shower! I’ll be quick!”
I start backing into the bathroom, eyes still ablaze for the naked woman in front of me. In a voice I know only Angel will here I say, “And if I ever hear you try to downplay your pain or say anything to make it seem like you are less than...I’ll throw away a pair of those expensive shoes you love to make me buy.”
She looks at me in true horror.
“Not my Louboutin's!”
I shut the bathroom door, my smirk still in place.
I have no shame as strip out of the gym shorts and workout shirt, and hop into the still warm shower. I’m quick about washing the sweat and grim off of my body, and I throw caution into the wind when I grab my dick in my hand and slowly pump it, thinking about the two beautiful women in my house.
I imaging the feel of Angel’s breasts in my hands, knowing the familiar weight of them, imaging pinching the taught nipples I’d just seen, and remember the sound of my name moaned from those full lips of hers.
I remember Priest kiss on my lips, the way she hadn’t shied away like I’d expected her. I imagine her to be a feisty lover, and fantasize that it’s her hands around my dick, and that sends my hand to a faster tempo, a more constricting grip, my eyes shut.
Just as I’m about to cum, the bathroom door slams open. Must be Angel, I think, and continue pumping, eyes still closed.
“Holy Mother Mary, no wonder Angel is a happy girl!”
My eyes snap open and I find Priest standing there, her eyes open wide, unabashedly staring at my dick in my hand, my hand still pumping, but release staved off by the startling realization that she is standing right there.
My brain is short circuited and I have no idea what to say, I’m in my bathroom, in my shower, holding my own dick, I was never prepared for this situation. Hell even when we lived together at kids and then teens, Lene had gotten that bigger apartment she’d made sure I had my own bathroom.
“Ummm, Priest…”I finally say, speaking allowing me to finally still my hands motion.
Her gaze snaps up and she looks at me in the eye. But remains silent.
“Is there a particular reason you’re in my bathroom, gawking at my dick?” the humor is there in my voice.
A saucy look fills her face, “Your girl sent me in here after I told her how my day went,”
I can’t stop the heavenward look I give the ceiling. Sometimes my woman can’t help but fucking meddle. Hell she’d come close to telling Priest my confession multiple times and I had to stop her multiple times. This is so fucking like her… I’m opening my mouth to apologize or just say something, when Angel breaks the silence form the door way.
“She needs to releave some of that tension Bones.”
Priest looks back at her, mouth dropped open.
“But, we haven’t gotten to talk Angel,” she says.
Angel laughs, “and we aren’t going to today. You need a tension reliver, Bones can help you,”
“But what about you Angel, like yeah, after seeing that,” she gestures at my dick, “I have sex on the brain, fuck its been a while,” priest mutters the last part.
“Then let him help you,” Angel says, “I love you, Priest, and I’ve always been prepared to share Bones with you since the moment he and I started dating.” She offers Priest a soft smile, that turns into her much more common wicked grin, “and don’t worry about me, I made plans with my girlfriend!”
Angel kisses Priest on the cheek as she usually did, waved her fingers at me with a very obvious wink and closed the door.
I looked back at Priest, who looks at the door like it will give her the answers she didn’t know she needed.
“We don’t have to do anything Priest, hell it’d probably be smart not to do anything, with the day you’ve had” I say.
Its not that I am unwilling, if anything I’m trying not ot pounce on her like a cat that has the mouse in its view, but this isn’t about me.
“Bones,” she says, voice low, “it’s because of the day I have had that I want to just let my hair down,” she says, “but if you don’t want to then I can always handle it myself,” an edge of daring fills her voice. I give her a look, then gesture at my dick with my free hand, and she lets out a throaty laugh that sends a chill down my back.
I have never seen sensual Priest. Well, I have seen it just never directed at me and nothing of what she’s like behind a closed door.
So she shocks me even further when she strips from her clothes, first her tank top, that she drops to the floor, the black of it stark against the white marble. I stare at the smooth skin, her breast seemingly barley contained in the bra she’s wears.
Then I laugh.
Nestled under her breast dangles her gun holster, and the look of her, standing there, knowing just how deadly she is, and how safe she is in my home, just reminds me more of how much Alonzo might want Priest to be his daughter, she will always be Cobra’s. I know she mean nothing by having her weapon on in my house, because Cobra doesn’t mean anything by it either, he did train us both.
She quarks an eyebrow at me, as she unsnaps the holster from its place between the bras cups, and slowly, sensually, sets the gun on the bathroom sink, and in that moment, if I’d had any doubt about how she thought of me, she just showed me.
But Cobra, we’re not going to want to carry a weapon on me all the time! We are teenagers, we have friends and lives that don’t have need of weapons all the time.
Cobra seems to consider it, his eyes pitched up toward the sky as we stand at the gun range, the weather gray and bleak for a fall day. Priest was looking at Cobra like he’d lost his damn mind, and hell if I didn’t agree with him. I don’t want to have to tote a gun or a knife on my person at all times. Like how would I explain that to a girl I’m trying to fuck? We’re fucking teenagers, and there is no good lie for why I’d be carrying a gun.