Page 65 of Bazooka
“In your dreams. Now go get us wet wipes.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re leaking precum all over my leg.”
Asshole.
I stood up and stomped across the room, cursing under my breath. That bossy bastard had no idea who he was dealing with, but I would show him. And then I would make him pay.
After I fetched the wet wipes, I threw them in his face, but he caught them in time. I could see his gaze flicking to my hard dick, before his eyes found mine.
“Now clean it,” he ordered, pointing at his leg. “You made this mess, now clean it.”
I looked at the precum glistening on his knee and considered my options, but as always, there was only one. I knelt before him and reached for the wet wipes, but instead of using them, I scooped up the precum with my tongue. One, two, three licks before I dragged my tongue over his hairy leg just for the fun of it.
“Fucking hell,” Baz muttered with a pained expression on his face. “I literally don’t know what to do with you anymore.”
I scowled at him when my gaze fell on his lap, and I froze on the spot.
“Is that…” Stunned, I looked at his face, before looking at his lap again. “Is that a fu-fucking erection?”
I was stammering because the thing under his towel kept swelling before my very eyes. I was entranced, amazed, and, quite frankly, shocked by the sight.
Bazooka dragged his hand down his face with a weary sigh.
“Yeah, it is, Luz. Because bringing you pain apparently turns me on. Now go to your room. I don’t want to see your face again today.”
I did what he said, feeling angry, annoyed, and sexually frustrated. Now that my adrenaline rush was over, I felt just… empty. I slammed the door shut behind me and threw myself on the bed, burying my head in the pillow. I felt like crying but refused to. I felt like screaming and breaking stuff, but I didn’t do that either. I just lay there, praying that the ceiling would fall on me and end my misery.
I was wallowing in self-pity when I heard the door open. I could feel Bazooka sitting on the bed beside me, but I refused to look at him.
“Let me look at your ass,” he said.
When I remained silent, he pulled the joggers down my hips, and I felt cold air on my hot butt.
“I’m sorry,” he said, sounding remorseful. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s fine,” I said, sniffling as he returned my joggers to their previous position. “I deserve it. I invaded your privacy a million times when you were only nice to me. To be honest, I think I wanted to see you lose it. Just for once.”
“Still, I apologize.”
“I also kind of liked it,” I admitted because I was an honest man. “I think you unlocked a kink I didn’t know about.”
Bazooka chuckled. “You’re one of a kind, Luz. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, rolling onto my back. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Look what I bought.”
I reached over to the nightstand, blindly looking for the thing until I felt it under my fingers.
“It’s a shawl made of the finest Mulberry silk,” I said, lifting the thing so he could see it in all its glory. “The white color makes it seem almost iridescent, and you can see through it.”
When my gaze met his, my words faltered. He was watching me with a mixture of regret, pity, and something else I couldn’t read. And he looked sad. So, so sad.
“It’s fine, Baz,” I said with a sigh. “Really. You didn’t hurt me. I can’t feel anything, I swear. Look, see this.”
I placed a shawl over my face and smiled.
“Can you still see my face? You can, can’t you?”
