Page 64 of Signed, I'm Yours!
“I was sure… Are you messing with me?” I stroke him. He catches his breath.
“I’m certain.”
I frown.
“I don’t believe you. Let me try it.” I lower myself to the floor and flick my tongue over his wet slit. “Hmmm. Seems to be working to me.”
“Well…” He sighs. “If it’s working, keep going. Make the call.”
“Right away, sir,” I reply and take him into my mouth. I don’t let him go until he’s given me a taste of his seed.
Which only starts another cycle of give and take between us, on the kitchen floor, the kitchen island, the couch, the dining table, and anywhere but the bed.
It’s when I’ve got him pressed against the window with the whole city stretching before us and buried deep inside him—maybe I am an exhibitionist after all—that my phone rings.
“Don’t take it. Let it go to voicemail. Or better yet, throw it out the window,” Seojun says, sprawled up like a starfish with his cute firm butt cheeks pushed all the way back to allow me better access.
He’s so hard to resist when he’s like that and when I feel so good inside him. So I ignore it. But it keeps ringing until there’s no choice but to answer.
“Annie? Is everything okay? What’s going on?” I say when I find my phone in the bedroom and Seojun is draped around my shoulders like a boa constrictor. I’m not complaining.
“It’s Lily,” she answers, and I don’t need to hear anything more to know I’m needed.
“I’ll be right there.” I hang up and locate my clothes at the foot of the bed.
“What happened? Where are you going?” Seojun asks, unwrapping himself from me, which should be a capital crime.
“We. We’re going. I can’t go anywhere without you, remember?” That’s something that sounded a lot more terrible yesterday than it does today.
Is that the sweet effect of gay sex? Or has it really been that long since I’ve slept with anyone?
“But…but…we’re in the middle of…very important business.” Seojun stands in the middle of the room with a pout, and I can’t help but coo when I look at him.
“I know, Seojun, but my friends need me.”
He grimaces.
“Why? What happened?”
As I sit on the bed to put on my pants, I step on Seojun’s jeans. I pick them up and throw them at him.
“Lily, Annie’s girlfriend, lost her job.”
He catches the pants but keeps staring at me with an incredulous look.
“Is that it?”
“What do you mean, is that it? She lost her source of income. She’s going to be heartbroken. She’ll need all the love and pampering she can get.”
“It’s just a job.”
“Now, now!” I stand and walk to him, taking hold of him by the shoulders. “How would you feel if your boss fired you?”
He raises his eyebrow in response.
“Right. You’re your own boss.”
“I’m my own supervillain,” he emphasizes.
