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“In a minute!” he frantically shouts back from upstairs, and a wave of relief passes through me at hearing him finally reply. This house is too fucking big to be so silent. I walk back into the kitchen to get a bottle of water, but a box on the counter grabs my attention. I pick it up, flipping it back and forth in my hand before opening it. Inside, I find little blue pills.
Is that…?
No, surely not.
I pull out my phone to search what Viagra looks like, and a picture of exactly what I’m holding right now appears.
Why the fuck does Hawke have Viagra?
His larger-than-life energy hits the room before he does. When he appears, I’m holding up the packet. “You need help these days?” I ask.
He’s still half soaked, obviously having just come from the shower, and a towel is wrapped around his waist, his cock straining behind it. I swallow, an immediate heat swarming in my lower stomach at how much I miss his cock; and it’s only been a few weeks.
“It won’t go down,” he says, freaked out. Realization dawns, and I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh. “Don’t laugh, Ivy! This is serious! What if I lose my dick?”
“Are you trying to tell me you’re taking Viagra now?” I try to say it without laughing.
“No. But one of the guys was selling them at the gym and, you know… after you were saying stuff that night…” He looks at the floor. “I don’t know. I thought I should try them.”
I bite my bottom lip. “Oh shit. I didn’t think you took that seriously. You know I was only giving you shit, right? You have plenty of stamina.”
“Yeah, I know that!” he says agreeably. I try not to laugh. There’s something wholesome about a guy this big taking what I said so personally. And here I thought nothing could shake his ego. “I just wanted… I don’t know, it’s dumb.”
I fold my arms over my chest, now feeling partly responsible but also a little pissed. “Hawke, did you call me over for a blow job?”
“You’re the only one I know who can get me off in seconds,” he explains. When Billie said he needed a friend today, I don’t know if she was implying this or something else, but Hawke seems very much okay to me right now.
I put the box on the counter. “Well, sorry about your dick, but goodbye.”
“No, please. Ivy,” he begs, racing over to me and pinning me against the counter. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
My devilish grin breaks free. “Really? Anything?”
“Anything,” he breathes desperately. “Please make me come. I don’t want to lose Hawke Junior.”
I try not to laugh at the stupid nickname. “Even if I make you wear a collar and leash at our next party and walk you around in front of all our friends?”
He groans in complaint, and I push past him to walk away. “Wait! No, okay.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me against his chest. “Please.You’re the only one.”
My heart falters, and it shouldn’t betray me in such a way, especially considering the circumstances.
“How many did you take?” I ask, looking down at thebig problem.
He shrugs a little and looks away. “Three.”
“Three?!”
A nervous laugh escapes him now. “I thought because I was bigger, the normal dose wouldn’t be effective. And so I wanted to try it, but I’ve been beating it out for thirty minutes already.”
I snort, trying to contain my laugh, and his devilish grin matches mine. “You think this is so funny, don’t you? You should be punished for that.”
“Okay, well, it was nice to see you. I’m going now,” I tease again. “I’m sure you can find someone else to help with that situation.”
“Yeah, you.” He nods, pressing his hard cock against me. My pussy starts pounding, and I struggle with any restraint as I look between us.
“What do I get out of this?” I purr as I trace my fingers against the edge of his towel. His breath hitches as he watches me tease him.
“What do you mean, what do you get? You get me. Making you scream my name,” he replies arrogantly.