Page 47 of Lucky Shot
Although, to be fair, he might have and I didn’t notice. I wince. Bad big brother!
PrettyInLace:There you are!! I was beginning to think you fell asleep before signing on.
I smile, blinking lazily at the screen.
DemiDefenseKip:Not gonna lie, it’s a very real possibility right now. Tell me what you did today.
PrettyInLace:Not a whole lot. Hung around with my neighbors, mostly. Listened to them tell me how crazy the rest of our neighborhood is. Apparently, when my neighbor brought a cake to a new neighbor, the new girl threw knives at him. From her balcony!!
DemiDefenseKip:You’re kidding! Why did she have knives (plural?) on her balcony?
PrettyInLace:Hahaha I don’t know!
I smile and blink lazily at the screen. I really am fucking tired.
PrettyInLace:Want to go to an inn, Demi god? You can make love to me all night.
My entire body heats at his words and I shiver. Yes. I think I do want that… well, fuck me!
DemiDefenseKip:Yeah. Sorry, I’m going to be a bore tonight.
PrettyInLace:If you’re calling your love making skills boring, I think we need to talk.
DemiDefenseKip:lol. Fair. You choose the inn. My limbs are dead.
I stare at the screen as Pretty takes charge. There’s a moment where nothing happens on my screen and then he’s in front of me. I watch as his mage pulls my taller druid down for a kiss and my heart skips. Then he laces their fingers together and leads me along.
There’s no rush. I watch the avatars move as if it’s a movie. Waiting to see what’s going to happen. Where he’ll take me. What he’ll do whenever we get there.
I must have closed my eyes, thinking I was just blinking. When I open them again, we’re standing in the room and Pretty is facing me, and there’s a message in the chat.
PrettyInLace:How about if I take charge tonight? Let me make you feel good, Demi.
Another shiver races through me and I shift on my bed, grabbing my chubbing dick. “Jesus,” I mutter. Either I’m really fucking tired or this guy…
With my heart still racing, I answer.
DemiDefenseKip:Yes, Pretty Boy.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting. He undresses us both and herds my druid onto the bed, sprawled out. He sucks me and I swear, I can fucking feel it as I squeeze the base of my cock, watching through bleary eyes.
A message pops up.
PrettyInLace:Top or bottom? Do you have a preference?
I consider his question for far too long. My brain feels sluggish but I think my preference depends on who I’m with. How they make me feel. If this man was in front of me, would I have a preference? Do I feel safe enough to let him fuck me?
DemiDefenseKip:I’m a top verse, I guess. I prefer top unless the guy I’m with makes me feel… safe enough to bottom. So… you choose what you want to do tonight.
Fuck, it feels like this is a real conversation. I watch, not blinking. I’m not sure if he plans to answer or just act.
PrettyInLace:I’m a switch. It’s mood driven for me.
PrettyInLace:Just so you know.
My gut twists in my stomach and I watch as my eyelids get heavy as he takes my character and fucks him slowly. So slowly. I groan when I close my eyes, my hand lightly gliding over my cock. It’s a true testament to how fucking tired I am that I actually fall asleep.
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