Page 53 of Full Split
I barely remembered to lock the door before I had Niles pinned to the couch, kissing him until he was gasping, grinding against him until he was as desperate as I was. Then I stripped him down, right there in the middle of their living room, stuffed his evil blue speedo in his mouth to muffle his screams in case the neighbors came to check on him, and sucked him until he squirted all over my face.
Afterward, when I was still catching my breath, he blinked up at me like I might be possessed and pulled the fabric out of his mouth.
“What was that about?” he asked, wide-eyed.
“Needed you,” was all I could answer, but my eyes were still glued to that damned swimsuit.
Niles looked down at what he was holding and his mouth dropped into an O of realization. His eyebrow lifted, but then his gaze dropped to my lap, where a wet spot was bleeding through my grey athletic shorts.
“You keep surprising me,” he said. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get hotter.”
I opened my mouth to say something, maybe tell him it’s his fault. That he put some kind of spell on me that night and now I’m ruined. Obsessed. Out of my goddamn mind. But I couldn’t form the words.
He stood up and reached a hand out to me. “Come on.”
Taking his hand, I followed him to his room and the ensuite, where he proceeded to shove me into the tiny phone booth shower and strip off my clothes. After he cleaned my dick with his mouth, he turned on the shower and we made out and rutted until the water ran cold.
Even once it had, I still felt heated with his body pressed to mine and his hands roaming everywhere.
“You’re really gonna let me fuck you?”
I blinked at him. It’s not a question I was expecting.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I want to make sure you’re not just doing it to make me happy. Like before. When you used to do things because you felt like you had to.”
I looked down. Then pointed at my crotch.
“Pretty sure I’m sure.”
His grin could’ve powered the whole house.
When he dropped to his knees, I thought I might collapse. But then his mouth was on me again, and I forgot to breathe. A minute later, there was a finger in my ass and fireworks going off behind my eyes.
“Okay, then,” he said when he was finished playing with me. “Let’s go get lunch.”
What in the ever-loving sandwich-induced hallucination put me smack dab in the middle of an adult toy megastore?
Not just any store. The mega-mart of sex toys.
I’m standing in the middle of a labyrinth of silicone, lost, overwhelmed, and surrounded by mannequins that are both judging me and armed for war. Tactical harnesses. Leather straps. Dildos like blunt weapons strapped to their thighs, aimed directly at me.
Where the fuck is Niles?
Why does he keep wandering off and leaving me alone in this place?
I should have known that stopping at a sandwich shop for lunch was a bad sign. Sandwiches are clearly an omen of disaster.
Sandwiches with Niles = bad things (and cum).
Today’s sandwich came with extra jalapeños. Meaning whatever’s coming is going to burn.
Why did I agree to this?DidI agree to this? How did we get here? Didn’t I drive?
Before I can fully process how I got to this point, Niles pops up from behind a display like a goddamn jack-in-the-box.
His arms are full. One hand is clutching some kind of contraption with too many straps and rings to be anything but mountain climbing gear. Or more realistically, my impending doom.
