Page 27 of Slick & Spooky

Because I did.

And I’ll fucking do it again.

“Touch me,” I demand, eyes squeezed shut, mind lost to sensation.

His hand is already there, wrapping tight around my swollen cock, stroking in rhythm with every thrust. I come undone with a shout, the tension breaking all at once as I spill over his hand. My body collapses forward, but he doesn’t stop. I feel him beneath me, hips bucking.

He hums low in his throat as he follows me over the edge, buried deep. A final jolt and then a growl, and then silence, save for the sound of us spent and still trembling.

When I shift forward, he slips out of me, the aftershocks still rippling through us both. His release follows trickling from me and landing on his stomach with a soft, unceremonious splat.

I eye him and the mess, all the way from from his hooded gaze down to the slick trail across his stomach. Straddling his thighs, I lean in slow. His eyes never leave me as I dip my head and swipe my tongue through the warmth, letting it gather heavy in my mouth, thick and heady with everything we did.

I crawl up the length of his body until I’m straddling his chest and hovering above his mouth. He meets my gaze, eyes darkwith something electric, and smiles as his tongue slides out in invitation.

I let it pool in my mouth a beat longer… then spit. It lands hot across his cheek, lips, chin.

He flinches, more out of shock than anything, then he laughs head tipping back, eyes squeezed shut, and I watch him feeling at ease and settled in the version of myself he’s been provoking.

“Stop ignoring me around the house,” I say. “Do you understand?”

He opens his eyes. Nods once.

I sit back, peel the sheets down, and make myself at home in his bed. He sits up, cum and spit still streaked across his face, brows drawn tight like he can’t quite compute what’s happening.

“You’re not sleeping in here.”

I raise a brow. “I think we both know that I am.”

He studies me clearly trying to decide if I’m bluffing. “This isn’t a relationship, Finley.”

“Say that again.”

He tilts his head. “This isn’t a relationship.”

“No,” I correct. “The other part.”

“…Finley?”

“That’s right,” I lean back, arms tucked behind my head. “We’re afforded opportunities others aren’t. So if you enjoy this, and clearly you do, I’m gonna go ahead and recommend we keep doing it.”

“You think it’s that easy?”

“It’s never been as hard as you’ve made it,” I say, letting my gaze drag down his body before twisting my face into a look of pure distaste. “Now go clean yourself up. You’re disgusting.”

He laughs under his breath, a stunned smile stretching across his face, then he grabs a towel from the closet, tosses it over his hips, and heads for the showers, still dripping with his own release.

I stay right where I am, because this is where I belong, and if there’s one thing I’m more certain of than ever, it’s that I always get what I want.

Eventually.

Entirely.

And with interest.

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Ididn’t get this last time.