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Authors: Megan Erickson, Santino Hassell
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unless you’re offering to carry me home.”
The thing was, I didn’t want him to leave. That feeling of too-tight skin I always got after hookups wasn’t kicking in. In its place was… contentment. Or something. I wasn’t about to declare love or even tell him how I liked my coffee, but I was fooling myself if I acted like I didn’t want to fuck him again. And I didn’t mean another round later today.
I squeezed his ass. “Be right back.”
He mumbled something, but his eyes were closed. I rolled out of bed, disposed of the condom, and pulled on a pair of briefs. After one last look at Dominic dozing while wrapped in my sheets, I left the bedroom.
* * *
Dominic
My body was full of lead, but I was tingling all over. If I’d have known it was possible to be screwed that deliciously and thoroughly, I would have been bending over a long time ago. I couldn’t even remember why I’d initially been resistant to the idea on the base. Probably something to do with macho pride and some brainwashed idea that a real man wouldn’t spread his ass cheeks, but those screwy notions were out the window.
I was here to get fucked. Over and over again. Preferably by Luke.
Breath hissing out as I shifted on the bed, I looked around for something to mop up the mess I’d made. Kleenex sitting on the side table did the trick, and then I helped myself to his bathroom to wash up. Looking in the mirror was kind of a trip.
My hair was messy, my lips puffy, and my pupils were blown. I looked strung out and slutty. The reddened parts of my skin didn’t help. I winked at my reflection, grinning, and returned to his enormous bed.
I hadn’t slept on a bed this big in years, if ever. I wondered how it would feel to eventually have my own place with my own belongings. It was strange to think back on my life and everything I’d experienced, only to realize I’d never actually lived on my own. Strange and pathetic. Another reminder of how I was still dependent on other people when I was almost thirty.
A plate clattered on the bedside table next to me, and I started. So much for my wartime instincts. Luke had come in without me noticing at all. And he’d come bearing gifts. A peanut butter sandwich. He’d even added some jelly. His eyes met mine, the icy gaze communicating without words. After the last sandwich debacle, this had to be some sort of sign. An
I’ll-tolerate-you-now
sign or an
I’ll-fuck-you-again
sign. Either one was fine with me. But… he’d said he didn’t do repeat hookups, so, sure, it was just a sandwich, but it was an
I’m-breaking-rules-for-you
sandwich.
Trying not to be smug, I asked, “Is that for me?”
Luke had put on a pair of black briefs, but his bulge was prominent as he straddled my thighs. “Who else would it be for?”
“Yourself?”
“Already ate mine.”
“You’re pretty greedy,” I said.
He gave me a once-over. “And impatient.”
The embers in my gut flared to life again. I tried to ignore the fact that I wasn’t above totally throwing myself at this strange man and snagged the sandwich. After a bite I noted that it wasn’t jelly. It was preserves.
“You make a mean PB&J. What’s your secret?”
“Potato bread.”
“Mmm.” I finished it in three bites and licked my fingers. “No wonder you said you liked to cook. You’re a regular top chef over here.”
“Do you ever stop talking?”
“Only when choking on your cock.”
“What do I do with you in the meantime?”
I bumped my hips up, rocking him. His furrowed-brow glare was ridiculously attractive. But then everything about him was. The black and silver treasure trail leading into the band of his briefs was a thing of beauty.
Luke slid his legs down and stretched up until his body was aligned with mine. It looked like he was planking above me, our crotches just barely rubbing. My dick twitched. The tiny curve at the corner of his mouth was indication enough that he felt my body responding to him.
“Talk
The thing was, I didn’t want him to leave. That feeling of too-tight skin I always got after hookups wasn’t kicking in. In its place was… contentment. Or something. I wasn’t about to declare love or even tell him how I liked my coffee, but I was fooling myself if I acted like I didn’t want to fuck him again. And I didn’t mean another round later today.
I squeezed his ass. “Be right back.”
He mumbled something, but his eyes were closed. I rolled out of bed, disposed of the condom, and pulled on a pair of briefs. After one last look at Dominic dozing while wrapped in my sheets, I left the bedroom.
* * *
Dominic
My body was full of lead, but I was tingling all over. If I’d have known it was possible to be screwed that deliciously and thoroughly, I would have been bending over a long time ago. I couldn’t even remember why I’d initially been resistant to the idea on the base. Probably something to do with macho pride and some brainwashed idea that a real man wouldn’t spread his ass cheeks, but those screwy notions were out the window.
I was here to get fucked. Over and over again. Preferably by Luke.
Breath hissing out as I shifted on the bed, I looked around for something to mop up the mess I’d made. Kleenex sitting on the side table did the trick, and then I helped myself to his bathroom to wash up. Looking in the mirror was kind of a trip.
My hair was messy, my lips puffy, and my pupils were blown. I looked strung out and slutty. The reddened parts of my skin didn’t help. I winked at my reflection, grinning, and returned to his enormous bed.
I hadn’t slept on a bed this big in years, if ever. I wondered how it would feel to eventually have my own place with my own belongings. It was strange to think back on my life and everything I’d experienced, only to realize I’d never actually lived on my own. Strange and pathetic. Another reminder of how I was still dependent on other people when I was almost thirty.
A plate clattered on the bedside table next to me, and I started. So much for my wartime instincts. Luke had come in without me noticing at all. And he’d come bearing gifts. A peanut butter sandwich. He’d even added some jelly. His eyes met mine, the icy gaze communicating without words. After the last sandwich debacle, this had to be some sort of sign. An
I’ll-tolerate-you-now
sign or an
I’ll-fuck-you-again
sign. Either one was fine with me. But… he’d said he didn’t do repeat hookups, so, sure, it was just a sandwich, but it was an
I’m-breaking-rules-for-you
sandwich.
Trying not to be smug, I asked, “Is that for me?”
Luke had put on a pair of black briefs, but his bulge was prominent as he straddled my thighs. “Who else would it be for?”
“Yourself?”
“Already ate mine.”
“You’re pretty greedy,” I said.
He gave me a once-over. “And impatient.”
The embers in my gut flared to life again. I tried to ignore the fact that I wasn’t above totally throwing myself at this strange man and snagged the sandwich. After a bite I noted that it wasn’t jelly. It was preserves.
“You make a mean PB&J. What’s your secret?”
“Potato bread.”
“Mmm.” I finished it in three bites and licked my fingers. “No wonder you said you liked to cook. You’re a regular top chef over here.”
“Do you ever stop talking?”
“Only when choking on your cock.”
“What do I do with you in the meantime?”
I bumped my hips up, rocking him. His furrowed-brow glare was ridiculously attractive. But then everything about him was. The black and silver treasure trail leading into the band of his briefs was a thing of beauty.
Luke slid his legs down and stretched up until his body was aligned with mine. It looked like he was planking above me, our crotches just barely rubbing. My dick twitched. The tiny curve at the corner of his mouth was indication enough that he felt my body responding to him.
“Talk
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