“You showered without me. That’s a no-no.” Her body jerks when I place an open mouth kiss to the back of her knee, then she moans sleepily.
I throw the covers back, and my head emerges between her legs, making her laugh. “What are you gonna do about it, Tink? Punish me?”
She grips my ears and pulls me up to meet her eyes. “Why don’t you lay back and find out?”
I don’t need to be told twice. I’m on my back in two seconds flat, ready to receive any punishment she wants to dish out. I have a sneaking suspicion it’ll be worth it. Whips? Chains? Spankings? Bring it on. All of it. Well, maybe not the whips. That’s not really my bag.
She eyes me sleepily with a smirk and a mussed head of hair. She lightly trails a finger down my chest and over my stomach to the rim of my boxer briefs. When she runs one finger in lazy circles over the tip of my cock, my eyes roll back in my head. I wish my underwear would get the fuck out of the way. Why the hell did I put those back on? When I open my eyes, she’s between my legs, on her knees, nipples hard, licking her lips. She bends at the waist and gives my dick a light kiss and smiles sweetly.
I take a deep breath, in an effort to settle my scrambled brain, and chuckle. “Not feeling much like punishment, Tink, but I’ll certainly take it.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she says as she slides my underwear down my legs. She throws them over her shoulder with an innocent shrug and runs her tongue up my length. She starts at my balls, then trails up my shaft, and places another kiss to my tip. My cock jerks at her touch, craving that hot, sweet mouth. “Maybe not a punishment.” She cups my balls gently in her hand. “But definitely a tease.” She places open mouth kisses up my shaft while rolling my balls around her loose fingers. “Can I tease you?”
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, yes.”
Let’s take a moment to honor a woman who doesn’t forget about the balls. There should be a trophy, a medal, a damn island named after these women. Nuts need love, too.
My dick is steel, my balls are drawn up tight, and my brain is mush. Celia lifts my dick off my stomach where it lays heavy and straining. She pulls it closer to her, and I salivate at the thought of driving into her hot mouth. I close my eyes in anticipation, but nothing happens. I crack open a lid to see what’s happening and find Celia examining me.
What the hell? What is she doing?
Then it hits me. “You’re looking for a scar, aren’t you? Really?”
I grab my dick from her hand and hold it to my stomach protectively. I shake my head in disappointment, and she has the good sense to look ashamed.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Right before I was about to … you know, I saw the faint line, and I remembered your stitches. Don’t be mad,” she says, kissing the tip of my cock that’s peeking out of my fisted hand.
“Oh, it’s not me you have to worry about. You’ve insulted the love muscle. There are consequences,” I say, keeping my face guarded and my tone serious.
Her lip twitches, and her eyes dance with mischief. “I’m sure I can fix that.” She winks and unfolds my grip, finger by finger, replacing my hand with hers. “I wouldn’t want to upset the love muscle,” she says with a giggle, and then slides me into her mouth in one smooth motion, sucking as she pulls back up.
All is forgiven. Nothing wipes away hurt feelings like a blowjob. I’m a man, what can I say? The love muscle holds no grudges.
Unintelligible words fall from my lips as she works me with her mouth and fist. Incoherent thoughts flood my mind as her teeth lightly graze the underside of my cock. I hit the back of her throat, and my hands thread through her hair. I have no control of my hips as the jerk up to meet her mouth.
“C’mere, Celia, I need to get inside you. I’m so fuckin’ close,” I rasp, gritting my teeth, trying to hold back the orgasm barreling through my veins.
Her head gives me a tiny shake before driving her hot mouth all the way down my length and letting out a tortuous moan. The vibrations send shockwaves down my shaft, and I shoot off like a rocket. Blinding pleasure pulsates through me as Celia’s mouth works my orgasm.
She releases me with a loud pop, and when I finally manage to pry my eyes open, I see she’s wearing a smug grin. I reach up to grab her waist, but my arm goes limp before I touch her. I’m jelly. I barely muster the energy to expel a long, satisfied sigh.
Celia crosses her arms and raises her eyebrow. “You’re looking at the champion of the tease. Yep. That’s me, this girl right here.”
Her saucy words wake me right up, and I grab her by the waist and throw her down onto the mattress. She squeals as she flies through the air, and I’m on top of her in no time flat.
“I’m gonna have my head between your legs for the rest of the day,” I whisper, running my thumb along her jaw. She bites her lip, and I feel a shiver run through her body. “You want me to spank that clit?” Her eyes widen and turn a stormy blue, and I just know she’s dripping wet for me. I know I can flip her switch with my words alone. “Baby, I’m gonna tease you so good.”
I lower my body to hers and touch my lips to her nose, and her eyelashes flutter. A door slamming filters through the house, and we both jerk up at the sound.
“Celia, guess who’s home! You better not still be sleeping. I haven’t seen you in months, and we need some serious girl time.”
I recognize Audrey’s voice right away. I shrug and smirk at Celia. I guess our friends will find out about our change in status sooner rather than later, and that’s fine with me.
“Move,” Celia whispers forcefully, as she shoves her hands into my chest. I roll off her, and she shoots up out of the bed. She races to the bedroom door and shouts out through the crack. “I’ll be right there, Audrey. Let me finish getting dressed, and I’ll meet you in the living room.”
Before Audrey can reply, Celia slams the bedroom door and flips the lock. Clothes are thrown around the room in a flurry, and my shirt and jeans smack me in the chest.
“Put those on and stay in here.”
I slide on my jeans and watch as Celia throws on her clothes with trembling hands. I’m not sure what the fuck is going on right now, but I know I don’t like it. I walk up behind her, and turn her into my arms, pulling her head into my bare chest.
“Tink, calm down. Audrey is your best friend. I don’t know what you’re getting so worked up for. She’ll be happy for us, I’m sure of it,” I say as I run my fingers through her hair.
She tilts her head up to me, and her eyes are swimming with tears. “I’m afraid that’s where you’re very wrong,” she whispers.
I swipe the first drop to fall onto her cheek, and my chest aches seeing her this way. Once she talks to Audrey, she’ll see this is all a huge overreaction. I know Audrey wants her to be happy just as much as the rest of us. We’ve all watched Celia mourn—it’s time for her to move on and embrace life again.
Celia inhales deeply and pushes away from me, squaring her shoulders and holding her head high. “I need you to stay in the bedroom, Cain. Don’t come out, okay?”
I shake my head. “I’ll stay put, but if I think you need me, darlin’, you can’t expect me to just sit here—”
“Please, Cain. Just once, do what I’m asking you to do.”
Her pleading eyes do their trick, and I reluctantly nod. I don’t know what the hell she thinks is going to happen. What vested interest could Audrey have in who Celia dates? And, hello? The dude in the bedroom is me, and Audrey and I are buds. I expect no less than a high five from her.