Her eyes light up. “But that must really please the ladies.”
“Yeah, well, you’d think so—and maybe some of them don’t mind at all, but it causes problems too.”
“Oh, I can only imagine the troubles it must cause. Multiple Os. All night long love-making. Endless Erection Syndrome must just be hell. Believe it or not, that’s the stuff of dreams for a lot of women.”
I scrub my forehead with my knuckles. “Like I said, you’d think that, but it isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be.”
She puts a knee into the seat of the recliner and leans over the headrest. “Maybe you just haven’t had the right woman yet.”
I smile. Not because she’s right—she’s not—but because I have no idea how to convince her of what I’m saying without sounding like a jackass.
Instead, I reach for her, pulling her over the backrest of the chair and into my arms. “Maybe.”
She wraps her legs around my waist.
I carry her to the bedroom. “You want to see if you can do the trick?”
She kisses the corner of my mouth. “What if I’m not the one?”
“At least I’ll get another chance to taste that sugar. But when your pussy is screaming for mercy, don’t say you weren’t warned.”
SIX
The man is a pussy eating king.
Hands down.
Best ever.
I lie, beyond spent, in his arms. I must’ve had six orgasms over the last two hours—actually, it might’ve been more. I lost count.
He gathers me closer, tucking my head beneath his chin, weaving his leg through mine as he almost scoots under me. I breathe him in, his scent a mixture of my soap and his own manly spice.
I haven’t been cuddled in—wait—I don’t even remember the last time Matt took time to hold me. He’d get his and then roll off and start snoring.
I snuggle up to Adam’s chest, his heart beating against my ear, steady and strong.
He traces his fingers over my arm, from shoulder to elbow and back. “You warm enough? Cool enough?”
“I’m good.” And I really am. I close my eyes. “Thank you for asking.”
He settles into the mattress a bit more, giving me a slight squeeze. “I’ll always ask.”
I catch my breath as heat radiates through my chest.
Oh Lord, I could end up in trouble with this guy.
Matt never asked about my physical comfort. Not once that I recall. He’d set the thermostat to suit himself, and I’d have to layer on or take something off if it wasn’t to my liking.
This warmth in my chest is bad. Very bad. I have to get things on a non-emotional playing field. I can’t let Adam in. This is supposed to be strictly for fun, for breaking the dam of words in my brain to get them flowing again. That’s it. Nothing more.
I ask, “Speaking of comfort, do you want to go take a cold shower or something?”
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to break Adam’s no-come situation. He’s still as erect as ever.
He kisses my crown. “It wouldn’t matter. As soon as I see you again, it’ll spring to life. Been happening like that since I first tasted you.”
I push up, straining to see him through the darkened room. “I can head on home. You must be uncomfortable.”
“No. Stay.” He repositions me against him. “I like having you in my arms. It’s worth the discomfort.”
“I feel terrible though.” I kiss his nipple.
“Don’t. It isn’t you. I promise. It’s the way I am. You’re good. So. Fucking. Good.”
I let my fingers trail over his washboard abs. His cock jumps whenever I veer close to it. My mouth might be swollen tomorrow, and my neck definitely needs a chiropractor after all the dick sucking I did. Still, I couldn’t get him there.
I’m not sure whether this is the greatest thing ever or a tragedy beyond words and something to be mourned.
Adam won’t hang around long if I can’t make him come. What guy would?
Hell, I had getting Matt off down to an art, and he didn’t stay.
That tender spot in my self-esteem withers a little each time I think of Matt. So I push him out of my mind. He doesn’t deserve another thought from me.
Instead, I focus on the man who just blew me away with his tongue and his masterful understanding of the female anatomy.
I kiss every ripple of muscle leading to the V directing me to his massive cock—at least eight and a half, maybe nine very long inches of never-ending pleasure.
Injury or no, he’s got a gift.
I tickle the head of his erection with the tip of my tongue. “I’m going to try again.”
“I told you—”
I lay a finger over his lips. “Or we could give good old-fashioned sex a whirl. We haven’t tried that yet. Let’s see if we can get you there that way.”