Page 71 of Riot's Thorn
“Because there’s a little hair near your asshole.”
If I thought I was dying of embarrassment before, I was wrong.NowI am truly dying of embarrassment. “Lucas, I?—”
“Do it now, Little Thorn. This isn’t a negotiation.”
Hesitantly, I turn around and present my ass to him. God, could this get any weirder? The answer is yes because he smears shaving cream over my back hole and shaves. My cheeks flame hot as I stare at the shower wall.
When I hear him stand and no longer feel the cold metal of a razor, I ask, “Done?”
His answer comes by way of him wrapping his arms around my middle and kissing my neck. “You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.”
“Not sure how true that is, but thanks.” I give him a chance to get under the water and wash up before we swap positions, and I quickly wash and condition my hair. After rinsing, I open my eyes to find him watching me and stroking his very hard penis.
“The way the water drips off your tiny little nipples is so sexy.”
“You’re hard again?” I ask.
“Still. I’m hardstill. And you aren’t done draining my balls.” He goes from sweet to vulgar in the blink of an eye. “Time to get out and finish the job.”
I suck him off two more times before I pass out.
If that didn’t drain his balls, I don’t know what will.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
RIOT
Asound wakes me from one of the best sleeps I’ve ever had. I reach for my phone but stop when I realize Parker is dead asleep on my stomach, and if I’m not mistaken, she still has my cock in her mouth.
The last thing I remember was coming for the fourth—or was it the fifth—time, and by then, I was wrung out. I guess I must’ve passed out.
And from the looks of it, she did too.
Nothing in my life will ever top waking up with my dick in Parker’s mouth. I don’t even want to move because this is just too perfect. Unfortunately, Ben and Amy are little cock blockers. The sound that woke me is them pitching a fit over us sleeping in, creating such a ruckus, it wakes Parker as well.
Her head shoots off my stomach, my half-hard cock falling from her mouth, and she freezes, as if just realizing how she fell asleep. She slowly looks over at me, probably checking to see if she’s been caught.
“Mornin’,” I say.
“Hi.”
“I like being your pacifier, Little Thorn.”
“I can’t believe I fell asleep like that.” She covers her face.
“While you’re down there. . . .”
The smack to my abs makes them contract. “I don’t think so. My jaw will need some time to recover after last night.”
Shit. Did I hurt her? I didn’t actually think she would suck me off that many times, but she kept agreeing, so I thought it was okay. “Do you want me to call Bones?”
“Bones?”
“Our doc. He might be able to help with the pain.”
“What? No. Oh, god. I’m not talking to a doctor about my jaw being sore because I had your penis in my mouth all night.”
“He won’t judge. He’s some kind of dope smoking, peace and love hippie who grows and sells weed for the club.”
