Page 42 of Bazooka

I gave it some thought.

“A full week of flirting for, let’s say… five minutes in your ass?”

Luz chuckled, stroking his dick shamelessly.

“And I can stay at your place?” he asked me as I pushed my cockhead into his hole, unable to stop myself. I just dipped inside, and already I couldn’t breathe.

“It’s too dangerous,” I managed to say, feeling dizzy. “You’ve got me fucking begging here, Luscious Lucius.”

“Let me stay here, and we have a deal, Alisson.”

I gave in. “Fucking hell. Fine. Anything.”

Luz grinned and pushed me onto my back, which wasn’t hard to do because I was weak with want.

I could do nothing but watch him as he straddled me, and then the real fun began.

I’d never been ridden by a man before, but to see Luz riding my cock, with his own hard dick bouncing up and down like crazy…

I was a goner. I could do nothing but lie there with my toes curled as he gave me the fuck of my life.

After his cock erupted, shooting cum all over me, I pushed him on his back and came on his tongue.

As promised, I fed him, and I fed him good.

When I offered him my cum-slicked fingers, he licked them clean, purring like a satisfied cat.

After that, he licked his cum off my chest…

every single drop. At that point, I was ready to adopt him, marry him, or otherwise make him officially mine.

I was even ready to say the fucking L word, because this wasn’t just about sex. I was officially Luz-addicted.

I was mulling it over, still stunned by the sudden realization, when he rolled over onto his side and threw up.

“Sweetheart,” I gasped, swiftly moving towards him. “Are you okay? God, what happened?”

I was scared shitless, because what the fuck? Was he sick? Did I do something to hurt him?

Before I could ask him that, he chuckled, wiping the vomit off his chin.

“I’m fine, boss. Just happy.”

His words made no sense.

I helped him straighten up, holding my hand to his forehead to check if he had a fever.

“Can you breathe, my love?” I asked him. “Is it better now?”

He nodded, squeezing my hand. “No fever. I feel great. Sorry about the stink. I’ll clean up.”

“No, kitten. You take a shower, and I’ll clean up.”

“I probably ate too much of your cum,” Luz mused, burping. “But it tastes so good, Baz. Like champagne and… broccoli? Nah, no one loves broccoli, so not that. Papaya, maybe?”

I slapped his ass, chuckling.

“To the shower, pest.”

“I’m such a greedy little cunt, Baz,” he added, yawning.

“I am, aren’t I? Will you join me in the shower?

I feel kinda dizzy.” He headed to the door, still yapping.

“Speaking of focaccia, that shit is not easy to do. My dough looked terrible, that’s why I threw it in your face; otherwise, I wouldn’t have done it.

But I’m glad I did it because we fucked in the kitchen and…

shit, I’m going to have to clean the counter, aren’t I? ”

I laughed, shaking my head because he was just… certifiable. After that, I joined him in the shower, kissed the shit out of him, and carried him to bed. The kitchen counter remained cum-smeared. A trophy of some kind.

“I’m staying here,” Luz said while we were lying in bed and kissing. “Please don’t make me leave.”

“Okay,” I murmured against his mouth, unable to refuse him. “Fucking hell.”

“Kiss me.”

“Okay.”

“Love me.”

“Okay.”

When the dawn came, I was still awake, holding him like the most precious, annoying cargo I’d ever held in my life. I couldn’t stop hugging him. I couldn’t stop kissing him. Even worse, I couldn’t imagine my life without him, and it scared the shit out of me.

“You’ll need coffee before you leave for work,” Luz said sleepily, as if he could feel that I was awake. “Give me a moment, and I’ll make you some. I’ll make you feel so good, Baz.”

“You already do, my love,” I said, kissing his lips gently.

Love? Did I just fucking say that?

Luz’s wide-eyed stare told me he’d heard me loud and clear.

“I get it!” he gasped, looking alarmed. “It’s a figure of speech. You didn’t mean it. It was just a joke. Just don’t get all broody and moody on me all of a sudden.”

“Shut up, you little fool,” I growled, leaving a hickey on his neck. “I’m barely awake, and already you’re driving me crazy.”

Luz chuckled, stretching like a cat next to me. “Did you know you’re a cuddler, Baz? You wouldn’t let go of me the entire night. You wouldn’t even let me go pee.”

“Don’t remind me,” I grumbled. “Last night was very reckless of me. Irresponsible. Stupid. I could go on.”

“Nah,” he disagreed. “It was the best night of my life. After the first, the second, and the third best night of my life, which already happened.”

He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a pack of tissues, only to squeal in excitement.

“You fixed Pan!”

I frowned in confusion. What the hell was he talking about?

When he pulled that ugly statue out of the drawer, I gagged and jumped out of bed.

“Get that thing away from me. Jesus!”

“If I ever doubted your feelings, I don’t doubt them anymore, kochanie ,” Luz exclaimed, running after me with that ugly thing in his hand. “This is a sign that you’re truly committed.”

Actually, it was a sign that I should be committed, but I went to take a shower anyway. After I put some food in me, some clothes on me, and tucked my gun into a holster, I felt like a semi-normal human being. A cop, even.

“What did we agree on?” I said sternly, reminding him of the rules.

“I will go to Jordan’s place, take the rest of my stuff, and come back here. Vincent will stay with me at all times.”

“And you will call me when you get here,” I reminded him.

Luz rolled his eyes. “And I’ll call you when I get here, Daddy.”

“Don’t call me daddy,” I growled.

“Fine, but just so that you know, we’re sexting today. I don’t need a dick shot, not with Office Vile close to you, but I’ll need more of that ‘love’ stuff you mentioned earlier.”