Page 80 of Good Vibes Only
“Damn,” he hissed. “I guess I’ll see it when I get back then, huh?”
“Maybe a little sooner,” I hinted with a wink.
“Hm?”
“Nothing,” I sang.
Brett lifted his head and looked at the alarm clock. When he saw what time it was, his head hit the pillow with a groan.
“So, officer, is there any chance of you unlocking me soon?” He shook his hands, making the links on his cuffs rattle. “Because I have a flight to catch.”
“Oh! Right. Sorry, I totally forgot,” I snickered as I fetched the key. “Truth is, I kinda like you all tied up.”
I gave my captive one last kiss before I freed him.
“I liked it, too,” he said as I unlocked him.
Freed, Brett sat up, and rivulets of cum ran down his torso and through the chiseled crevices of his six-pack abs.
“Oh.Wow,” I said, a lump in my throat. “C-can I get you a towel?”
Please say no,I thought, because I liked him all glazed. He looked like the most delicious doughnut in the world. I wanted to sink my teeth into his muscles and lick off his cream frosting …
But time was short. And I didn’t want to scare Brett off by letting him know what a freak I was this early on.Someday,though—oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.
“Yeah, a towel would be great,” he said.
When I returned with a towel, Brett was looking at the splatter mark he’d left on the wall above the headboard. “Jeez. Sorry about the mess. Fuck, you made me come so hard with that thing.”
“Youdidcome hard,” I murmured. “And it was stupidly hot.”
“Glad you liked it.” He snickered as he toweled himself off. “So, er, is it supposed to feel good? The molding process, I mean?”
I giggled. “No! I’ve definitely never heard of anyone enjoyingthemselves inside a Clone Your Own. Actually, ironically enough, the problem for most guys is staying hard while they’re inside that thing. Whichclearlywasn’t a problem for you.” In a fit of excitement, I steepled my wiggling fingers. “Yes, yes, yes. You were on the edge the whole time. This mold is going to make for averynice toy, I think.”
Brett started dressing. “So … are you gonna play with it while I’m gone?” he asked, his voice lowering with interest.
“Oh, I can’twaitto play with it.”
“Hellyes, Mac.” He snarled as he stepped into his trousers. “Fuck. I’m jealous of that clone bastard. He gets you beforeIdo.”
“Hm, that’s one way of looking at it,” I said. “But think how much you’ll benefit from all my practice. I’ll know how I like you. How to use youjustright.”
“Holy fuck,” he panted, his eyes fluttering into the back of his head. “Are you gonna write me a review after?”
“That was the plan all along. Since you seemed so interested in my reviews, I thought it’d be fun to write you a personal review.”
“Sweet. Can’t wait.” He grinned as he pulled his undershirt on. “You better give me five stars, by the way.”
I acted indignant, sticking my nose in the air, as if it weren’t already decided. “My reviews arealwayshonest and fair, Brett.”
“Then I hope Iearnthose five stars,” he growled.
He bowled me over with a kiss, and our souls met on our luscious lips. It was hot and heavy and sensuous—but Brett broke it off much too soon, leaving me wanting more.
“God, I want you so bad,” he said, and began buttoning his dress shirt. “This week is gonna be pure hell for us, Mac.”
“Moreso for you,” I teased, clutching his mold against my heart.
