and back up again. Oh yeah, he's definitely gotta take care of that big boy. He kisses my head and leaves.
I feel bad for him; I got my release, but he didn't. He was so close, right on the verge of exploding. I felt the throbbing from his vein against my tongue; then, BAM! Sophie's hammering my door down. He's right. She is a cock blocker.
Chapter Five
I CAN’T BELIEVE SOPH busted in on Blake and I. I swear I locked the door after I paid the delivery guy. Damn her and her lock-pickin' skills. She continues speaking to me as if nothing's happened. Although I'm fine, I can't get Blake out of my mind.
Poor guy. He's going to have the worst case of blue balls.
“Hello? Are you even listening to me?” Soph asks, snapping her fingers in front of my face. She kidding, right? How can I possibly listen to anything coming from her mouth when I'm focused on how good Blake felt inside my mouth? I can still feel his throbbing against my tongue, taste the saltiness from his tip, so no, I can't hear a fucking word coming from her mouth.
“Ouch!” She just punched me in the boob “What the hell is that for?” I grab my breast tightly to ease the throbbing.
“For your ass, dazing off while I'm talkin' to you. When I talk, you listen, dammit!”
I don't know who in the hell she thinks she is, pointing her manicured finger at my nose; I'll cut that motherfucker off. “Really Soph? You expect me to listen to you talk about Collin fucking you in the back of Willie's when you just cum-blocked Blake! What I should do is kick you in the ass so hard, doctors can have a clear look into your colon from your asshole!” I scream. Oh hell no, this bitch is NOT laughing at me. “Oh, it’s funny?” I ask.
“Hell yeah, it's funny,” she exclaims. “I've know you for four years and I've never seen you sexually frustrated. Come here,” she pouts. She holds her arms out for me to hug her, but as soon as I give into her, she reaches behind me and squeezes my ass cheeks. “Want me to finish what he started?” she asks so seriously, I have no idea if she’s kidding or not.
“What the fuck? No,” I say, pushing her off me. “He took care of me. You're such a whore.”
“Oh yeah? All I'm sayin' is that girls know what girls want. Trust me, I've been there,” she explains, plopping down onto my couch.
I go over to take a seat beside her. “Well, all I'm sayin' is, when I decide to bat for my own team, I'd prefer not to lose myself inside the bat cave you've got down there.” I duck just in time to miss the pillow coming right for my head.
“Whatever, bitch, I kegel my ass off.”
Sophie and I spend the evening catching up on missed episodes of True Blood, swooning over Eric, Bill, and Alcide. Now most people believe vampires and humans have the greatest sex, but werewolves are gettin' it. I wouldn't deny Alcide my lady; I'd let him lick her until all flavor was gone. We finish the last episode and decide to take a popcorn and water break. Putting the popcorn in the microwave, I head over to grab two bottles of water.
“Al, what's this?” Soph asks, rummaging through Kyle's box.
“Just some stuff Kyle made when he was home last,” I shrug. I’ve cried enough today already, I’m over it. I’ve experienced the best orgasm I’ve had in over a year, enjoyed some television man candy, and cuddled with my best friend. In this moment I’m happy, and I don’t want to speak about Kyle.
“Stuff? Like what?” she asks curiously.
“Curiosity killed the cat. You know that, right?” She goes to open her mouth but is interrupted by the beeping from the microwave. I hope she'll drop the matter, but knowing her, it’s only a matter of time before she drags it out of me. I guess it's better to get it out of the way now. I open the popcorn bag and pour some into our bowls. “Kyle recorded videos for us in case something happened to him while he was overseas,” I explain.
“Oh. Did you watch them?” she asks
Sonya Sones
Jackie Barrett
T.J. Bennett
Peggy Moreland
J. W. v. Goethe
Sandra Robbins
Reforming the Viscount
Erlend Loe
Robert Sheckley
John C. McManus