Page 32 of The Dicktionary Club

Zola peeked up from her phone. ‘Huh? Sorry, babe. How was work?’

Curtis groaned, sounding exhausted. ‘Same old! How was yours?’ He paused watching Zola type and laugh, not listening to him at all as he jumped into bed beside her. ‘Babe, what are you giggling at? Wait. Let me guess .?.?. TikTok?’

‘No, actually! I’m messaging Ella’s Tinder dates back for the website,’ she said.

Curtis’s brown eyes widened. ‘Right now?’

Zola laughed. ‘Yeah! You should hear some of this chat, babe. Do you wanna help me? I’m scheduling her dates for tomorrow. First, she has Ian in the afternoon. Then I’m deciding if she should meet Angus or,’ she attempted a Spanish accent, ‘Alvaroat night.’

‘And what are they like? Are they decent men?’

Zola grinned. ‘Well, Ian is the director of an engineering company, he travels the world for business. He’s had articles and everything written about his success, plus he’s clearly got plenty of cash! Angus .?.?.’ She paused. ‘I’m still getting to know Angus but he is a PT who seems a bit of a flirt and Alvaro is a Spanish law student. Now, he reads poetry in his spare time and seems like he really has his head screwed on.’

‘Well, I don’t know, set her up with Ian and Alvaro then. Angus sounds like a dick.’

She laughed, still glaring at the screen. ‘OK, OK!’

Curtis kneeled up in the bed. He was in his boxer shorts. His dark, muscular chest was ripped from the gym. He was watching Zola, waiting on her to pay him some attention.

‘Zola, why areyoumessaging these boys right now? You know you have a man and he’s home from a hard day’s work.’ He patted his chest in a check-me-out gesture.

Zola’s eyes locked with his, and she grinned widely.

‘Awww, babe! Come on, don’t be jealous. This isn’t for me. Ella’s just far too uptight. She says she’ll organise dates, but she doesn’t really want to, so this way, I can tell her where to go and who to go with, and she can’t say no.’

Curtis hissed under his breath, looking disappointed in Zola’s continued focus on the Tinder app.

‘I’ve told you all about this project, baby. It could change ourlives, you know,’ Zola insisted. She couldn’t help but overthink what would happen for her finances if the Dicktionary Club took off. Since moving to Glasgow, she’d been the main breadwinner and felt pressure each month to hit targets and secure bonuses to help fund both of their lifestyles. They rented a small flat in Cowcaddens, just outside of the city, but she never felt happy there. She dreamed big and wanted more for herself and, up until now, she’d had no clear idea how she’d get there.

But Curtis shook his head. ‘I just don’t like you sitting in the bedroom messaging other men, giggling like a naughty schoolgirl at some cheesy chat-up lines. I’m right here, you know.’

Zola stared back at Curtis, acknowledging his worries. They had been together since their early twenties, having come from the same East London neighbourhood. When Zola was offered the job at Smart Reputations, she accepted without giving it a second thought, and Curtis had proposed the very next day, moving up here, too. At the time, Curtis was studying business at a university in London but he’d dropped out of the course to relocate with Zola. He did initially apply to universities in Glasgow, and was even accepted onto a course, but ultimately, he decided to work as a part-time carer in the community instead. He found he had a real aptitude for the role, and he enjoyed the shift pattern, meaning he had more days off throughout the week to himself. Their relationship seemed to work as Zola was direct, career focused and driven, while Curtis was more laidback and enjoyed being there for Zola, supporting all of her decisions.

Zola eventually plopped her phone down on the mattress and kneeled up beside him. ‘I know I have a man, but this is just business, baby.’

He simply huffed in response, so she placed her hands on each of his shoulders, then began gently running her longfingernails down his arms.

‘I don’t like the idea of my girl talking to other men,’ he said more delicately, appreciating her hands’ soft touch.

‘But you know I’m all yours.’ She leaned forward, whispering into his ear. ‘Don’t you?’ Zola’s fingers continued to travel down Curtis’s abdomen. She felt the goosebumps prickle on his skin as she trekked towards his boxers. She wrapped her hand around the bulge of his dick, which was brick hard from her contact, and smiled. ‘I think it might turn you on, you know.’

He pressed his forehead against hers. ‘What turns me on?’ he questioned.

Zola pulled the elastic on his boxer shorts and pushed her hand inside, tugging gently up and down on his foreskin. ‘I think you secretly like the idea of me chatting to other men,’ she whispered. ‘Of knowing how much they want me .?.?.’ She stared into his dark brown eyes.

Curtis let out a slight moan, goosebumps travelling down his spine.

‘You like that they can’t have me, don’t you?’ Zola ran her tongue round his earlobe.

‘I’m not sure,’ he replied, panting while biting on his lip as she expertly wanked him off.

‘I think you like how these men want to fuck me?’

‘But they can’t,’ he sighed.

‘Mmmm.?.?. they can’t, because I’m all yours, baby,’ she whispered softly.

Zola pulled her hand out of his boxers and shuffled to the end of the bed, then stood up to face Curtis. She began dragging her pyjama shorts down slowly, feeling unbelievably sexy and desired as Curtis gazed back at the private strip show. She lifted her top over her head, then lowered her thong and slipped it off, watching Curtis stroke the length of his dick while he observed her every move. Naked, Zola lay back on the bed, still holding hisgaze.

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