57. Arnaz
ARNAZ
TEN DAYS LATER
“Knives”
“The sharp edges of disquiet return to me like a forlorn lover.”
A s soon as I wake up, I reach for my phone and start firing off a text.
Me
TODAY’S THE DAY
My phone buzzes a few seconds later.
Salem
FUCK YEAH BABY!
I hit play on the video that comes in.
Fuckkkk.
Abs pan down to his cock that’s so hard his breath sounds strained as he slowly strokes it…the camera continues downward as he massages and tugs his balls. He flexes the thick bands of muscle carving long ridges into his quads.
Fuck me.
I hit the video-call button.
His deep laughter filters in as the call connects.
“Fuck you.”
I’ll get him back later. He knows what his thighs do to me.
“I’m sorry.” I see a shadowed grin. The hotel curtains are probably still drawn. “That wasn’t fair.”
“Baby,” I groan as I fondle my morning wood. “How could we agree to this?”
“It was your idea.”
“Yeah. You keep saying that, though I have no memory of it,” I grumble.
“I told you. We had just nutted?—”
“After you made me beg for over an hour,” I scoff.
He laughs. “You were talking shit earlier that day and needed to be reminded who the fuck I am.”
A coil of heat tightens in my lower abdomen and tingles in my groin. I grab my pillow, smother my face, and unleash a growl that burns my chest.
His laughter comes through muffled.
Hold up.
I remove the pillow and glare into the camera. “Why would you agree to no orgasms until we raw dog? I say a lot of shit before post-nut clarity kicks in. What’s your excuse?”
“Uh, speaking of that.” He shuffles to sit up.
“Could you at least put a shirt on?” I groan.
He winks. “You also begged me to piss on you.” He rubs his neck, and my mouth waters at the swell of his biceps. “Did you, uh, want that?”
“W-what?”
“Is that something you want—me pissing on you?” He asks.
Do I?
The pressure expands in my balls.
Huh.
Wait, is that a blush spreading over his face?
I wet my lips. “Why?” I drop my voice. “You want to piss on me?”
His gaze darkens. “Baby, is there anything you won’t try?”
“With you?”
He nods.
“This!” I point the camera down at my blue balls. “I would never agree to this.”
“It hasn’t even been a week. We only got our test results back a few days ago.”
“Pssh. It feels like a month. How are you so calm? Last night I actually thought about fucking a bowl of spaghetti.”
He snorts. “That’s like a Tuesday night for you.”
“Asshole.” I laugh. “Your flight from Phoenix still gets in at 12:30 tonight?”
“Yeah, I confirmed with the jet company last night,” he says. “I head straight to the airport after the game. Don’t fall asleep.”
There shouldn’t be traffic at that time. LA gods come through.
“You didn’t change your mind about me?—”
“No. I promised,” he replies. “I’ll just need a second to, you know, when I get in.”
“Cool. Damn…I’m excited.”
“Me too. Ready to kick Atlanta’s ass and send ’em packing?”
I nod. “You already know.”
“Aight. Let’s go take care of business.”
“Have a safe flight,” I say. “Love you.”
“Love you.”