18. Carter
Chapter eighteen
Carter
F inn takes a seat in one of the chairs across the desk, his face schooled into a carefully blank expression. After the bike race, I would’ve expected him to be more relaxed, though I suppose my being in a suit instead of a goofy costume might have him on guard.
I make a mental note to think about losing the jacket for future meetings then pass him a set of documents. “The first ten pages are the environmental report from Maddox,” I say as he flips through them. “No endangered animals were found, so we’re clear to develop it, if the costs pan out.”
“Is that what the spreadsheets are in the back? Cost estimates?” He turns the document sideways so he can read it, dragging a finger along the page as he reviews the numbers.
“Projections for the capital expenditure and the increase in tourists,” I confirm.
“That’s more people than I would’ve expected.” He rubs his jaw, his gaze firmly set on the pages in front of him.
“Data indicates a greater than anticipated number of what we’d define as extreme athletes. That’s U.S. only, by the way.” I point to the last column on his sheet .
“Makes sense, we don’t typically attract international travelers.”
“With this terrain developed we might.”
“Can the resort support the influx?” The creases on his forehead seem deeper as he lifts his head from the document.
“Tough to say. The good news is since Katah Vista is so remote we’re unlikely to get many day-trippers out here, which will limit the number of riders on the mountain to those who have a place to stay. That virtually assures local businesses that they’ll have customers.”
“Is there bad news?” That’s the question I was hoping he’d ask. It shows that he’s listening to what I didn’t say as well as what I did.
“There are only so many places to stay, and at full capacity, we’ll only marginally improve our current cash flow.”
“So, we need more options? Hotels, condos, stuff like that.” He turns his attention back to the document, looking for those projections I assume.
“Back page,” I tell him. “I’d already planned on another hotel, and with a little construction boom, I wouldn’t be surprised if some local developers made plans to put up additional condos. These projects could create a lot of jobs in the short-term, and if all available housing options run at a steady seventy-five percent occupancy that could tip us toward profitability two years after completion.”
“Sounds reasonable.” He lifts his head and looks at me pointedly, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he waits for my response.
“I think so, yes. We’re in agreement then?”
“It’s your money.” His shoulder lifts and lowers indifferently. I can’t tell if he’s deferring because he disagrees or because he doesn’t think it’s his place to comment.
“Your purview, as head of operations,” I point out, “and your plan. If you don’t like it, speak up. There’s no changing things once they’re set in motion. ”
“It’s solid. What about staff?” He locks eyes with me.
“What about them?” I hold his stare.
“We’ll need more to manage the new terrain, where will we put them?” he asks through a stiff jaw, giving me the distinct impression that’s not his primary concern.
“You’re saying we don’t have enough employee housing?” I know what he’s getting at, but he’ll have to be the one to say it.
“We must not if you’re putting people up here in the hotel.”
There it is. I’d prefer him to come right out with it, but I suppose a partial confrontation is better than none if this is going to be an issue. I had hoped including him in my plans would be the extent of what he needed for a fresh start, but I suppose after holding him at arms’ length for months, I’ve earned this skepticism. I wish that skepticism wasn’t directed toward the employee housing arrangement I made with Sloan since anything Finn asks is likely to reveal the truth, but I knew it would come up eventually. For Sloan’s sake, I won’t make this easy, but if Finn asks me point blank, I’ll give him the truth, just like I told Sloan I would.
“You’re referring to Sloan’s living arrangement?”
Finn nods, jaw locked tight.
“Is there a problem with it?”
“I don’t think I need to tell you what it looks like.” His posture is stiff, verging on angry, but his voice is level.
“Maybe you should.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms over my stomach. “From where I’m sitting it looks like I’m testing a new option for employee housing.”
“I’d buy that if you offered the room to the next person in line. My brother-in-law isn’t even on the waitlist.”
“So he isn’t,” I agree.
“That’s all you have to say? ”
“What do you want me to say?”
He pops up and slams his hands on the desk, leaning over it in a menacing way. “Are you going to sit there and deny you’re sleeping with him?”
It’s only because I think Finn has Sloan’s best interests at heart that I manage to stay seated myself, though I can’t deny part of me respects the way he comes to his brother-in-law’s aid. I’m curious why he does that so vehemently—I’ve been led to believe the in-law relationship is one you tolerate rather than one you champion—but for Sloan’s sake I’m happy to learn he has such a staunch defender, even if that person is trying to defend him from me.
“It’s not my place to answer that, and even if it were, it’s none of your business,” I reply diplomatically.
“Typical.” Finn shakes his head in disgust. “You sit up here in your untouchable little tower and leave Sloan to suffer the stigma of sleeping with the boss.”
That’s exactly the kind of thing Sloan wanted to avoid, and I’ll be damned if I let his brother-in-law perpetuate it. But matching Finn’s anger won’t get us anywhere. “As you pointed out—” I manage to keep my tone level “—Slown was never on a waitlist, and all anyone in reservations can see in the system is that the room isn’t available. On paper, Sloan isn’t tied to it, or me, in any way. So, unless you’ve told someone he has a room here, no one should be speculating about where he sleeps.”
That seems to take some of the venom out of his stare.
“He doesn’t deserve the kind of scrutiny that will come from being linked to you.” Finn exhales heavily and sinks back down in his chair.
“No, he doesn’t. And I’m doing everything I can to keep that away from him. ”
“It’ll find him eventually, though. This shit always comes out, and in a town this small that’ll happen sooner rather than later.” Finn closes his eyes and lets his head loll until it hits the back of the chair.
“Even if we take care not to be seen together in public?” I give up trying to perpetuate the lie. Finn’s too smart to fall for it anyway.
“All Sloan has to do is change his routine. People will notice,” he tells the ceiling.
I have to admit I didn’t think about it from that angle. If Sloan comes to the hotel once or twice before his shift at Murphy’s it wouldn’t register, but if he does it daily that becomes a pattern. A pattern that anyone who works here is bound to notice.
“Sloan’s led me to believe the people in this town aren’t malicious with their gossip. Won’t that give him some degree of protection?”
“Things don’t have to be malicious to be damaging.”
Now it’s me who leans my head against the chair. “I see your point. What do you suggest?”
“Stop seeing him?” Finn lifts his head to give me a hopeful look.
I return it with my most intimidating stare. “No chance.”
“If this is about sex…”
“It isn’t,” I cut him off. “I wouldn’t put Sloan’s reputation at risk for just sex. Or mine.”
“Are you saying it’s more than that?” Finn narrows his gaze, making me feel like I need permission from my employee to date my other employee . But I’m not going to have this conversation with him before I’ve had it with Sloan, especially since I don’t have a good answer.
There’s more than sex between us, of that I’m sure. We haven’t had a dull conversation yet, and everything seems better somehow when he’s around. I like that feeling. What I can’t say is whether there’s a future between us, which is what Finn’s really asking. I think there’s potential for one, and I want to explore that. I'm excited to. I wouldn’t have suggested he move into the building if I wasn’t. Our professional circumstances make that difficult though.
“I’m saying I’m not the type of person to take mixing business and pleasure lightly. Anything beyond that is our business, and he can share it with you if he wants.” I hope that satisfies him, even if it’s not what he wants to hear.
“None of this will affect his job?”
“I have no intention of influencing Sloan’s career, good or bad, if that’s what you’re asking.” I hold my hands up to show they’re empty, hoping that will convince him I’ve got nothing to hide.
“It is.” He watches me closely.
“I will do everything in my power to keep our personal interests separate from his career.” I offer my hand, realizing only afterward that gesture is more commonplace in the business world my father lives in than it would be here. Finn takes it all the same.
“Don’t hurt him.” He punctuates his firm grip.
“I won’t.”
I only hope this conversation doesn’t do exactly that when I tell him about it.
***
The room is too dark to make out Sloan’s profile, but I know he’s there when the bed dips slightly, and his familiar lavender scent drifts over me.
“You showered?” My voice is thick with sleep as I pull him into my side .
“I smelled like fries and pizza.” His damp hair makes me shiver slightly as he lays his head on my chest, though the heat from his skin quickly erases the chill.
“I didn’t hear the water running.”
He slides his arm around my waist. “I showered in my room so I wouldn’t wake you.”
“If I was concerned about that I wouldn’t have told you to come here after work.”
“Since I have this nice room a few floors down I figured I might as well use it.” He plants a chaste kiss on my pec.
“About that room,” I sigh heavily, wishing I didn’t have to bring this up now. Unfortunately, there wasn’t time to do it earlier, and he needs to know. “Finn didn’t buy the employee housing experiment excuse.”
His body goes stiff beside me. “How do you know that?”
I run my fingers over his arm to relax him. “He told me. During our meeting today he brought up employee housing and asked if I was aware of what it looked like to give you a room in the hotel.”
“What did you say?” He lets out a measured breath.
“That on paper there’s no way to connect you to me, so there shouldn’t be any speculation about us or the room.”
“I’m guessing he didn’t buy that either, huh?” His voice is soft, resigned.
“No. He’s staunchly protective of you,” I venture, hoping to learn why that is.
After another prolonged inhale Sloan finally speaks. “I had some bad experiences growing up. I was a lot smaller than I am now until my senior year of high school. I let myself be someone’s secret thinking I was doing them a favor when really they were just using me. Finn watched a lot of that happen, and I think in some ways he’s more traumatized by it than I am since he couldn’t stop it.”
My head of operations and I may have gotten off to a rocky start, but hearing this makes me realize how lucky I am to have him. He’s clearly a stand-up guy.
“I’m sorry.” I kiss Sloan’s forehead since there’s little I can do about the past except acknowledge it. That includes this little hiccup with his living arrangements. “I know you didn’t want to say anything to Finn and Ally yet, but that’s not up to us anymore. I don’t want you to be surprised if they say anything.” I kiss him again, hoping that will soften the news.
“So, you told him we’re sleeping together?”
“I told him my love life isn’t any of his business. He took that as a yes.”
“How did he respond?” I feel him inhale and hold the breath.
“He accused me of being reckless with your reputation and asked if I’d stop seeing you.”
Sloan shoots up and shouts, “He did what? How dare he interfere with my life.”
“I think that was more to test me than to interfere with you.” I find his hand in the dark and give it a gentle tug, and with a tiny huff he lays back down. “Besides, he’s not wrong. Despite all the steps I took to protect your privacy all it takes is a new pattern to your routine and people will notice. I didn’t consider that until he brought it up.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“If Finn’s right, it’s only a matter of time before this thing between us isn’t just between us anymore. How do you feel about that?” Now I’m the one holding my breath. I don’t want this to end before it starts because of what other people might think .
I feel the muscles in his face move as he gnaws on his lip. “I knew it would happen eventually. And it wasn’t the town that had me worried so much as Finn and Ally. You guys didn’t get off to the greatest start, and I didn’t want them to think I was choosing you over them. I knew if they had more time, they’d see you like I do, and it sounds like they’re coming around. In a way, it’s sort of a relief they know, as long as they aren’t objecting.”
“You don’t mind being linked to me? I doubt I’ve got their blessing.”
“I think they feel less worried about you after seeing you at the bike race. And even if they aren’t sure what kind of person you are, I am.”
My breath gets stuck in my chest as the weight of his words hits me. Do I deserve that much credit? I hug him to me and place a chaste kiss on his full lips. “What about the rest of the town? You don’t mind if word spreads there?”
“Do you? It could look just as bad for you to be sleeping with an employee as it does for me to sleep with the boss.” There’s just enough light from the clock for me to see him prop his chin on top of my chest, waiting for my answer.
Unfortunately, he’s not wrong. It’s so easy to assume that as the owner I have all the power or that I’m untouchable, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. First off, there’s a Board of Directors I ultimately have to answer to, and while sleeping with an employee isn’t likely to get me fired, it’s not a good look.
Second, in a town this small reputation is everything, and oddly enough being thought of as a recluse is preferable to being thought of as someone who preys on his employees.
I had hoped taking a room at the resort would give Sloan and I time to discreetly move things forward before word got out. That way the comments could be easily diffused. Maybe they still can be since I’m not his direct supervisor, but admittedly the gossip wouldn’t be as scandalous if we were at the stage where we call ourselves a couple. I think we’re close—closer now that Finn and Ally know about us—but we haven’t labeled this yet, and until we do, we’re both subject to scrutiny.
I’ve never been part of a couple before. The thought used to terrify me, though it wasn’t until meeting Sloan that I understood why. Before him I felt men saw me as strictly a deep pocket to latch onto, so I avoided anything beyond sex. Sloan is different; selfless, supportive, beautiful inside and out. The idea of being with him, even spending my life with him, isn’t scary at all. In a lot of ways, it feels right. Part of me thinks he would agree, but he’s also been more sensitive to our professional conflict, and I'm trying to respect that by taking things slow. If it were up to me though, I'd have already confessed how I really feel.
“If word gets back to my father or the board then yes, it could look bad. I’m more worried about you though. I’m used to people here talking about me, most of it not good, or at the very least skeptical. I don’t care what they have to say about me, although I do care what they say about you. I don’t want people to jump to conclusions about your motives when you’ve turned down every offer I’ve made to further your career.”
“I don’t want that either.” His breath warms my chest as he lets out a heavy sigh. “My professional reputation is important to me, and it’s not something I want to jeopardize. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from Ally it’s that careers aren’t the most important things in life, which makes now a really good time to mimic her example.”
“How so?” I stroke his arm.
“You may not have picked up on this at the bike race, but the reason she’s so passionate about costumes is because she loves fashion. She wanted to work for a design house and maybe even create her own clothing line, and the ideal location for that is New York or L.A. There aren’t any ski resorts in those cities, so if she pursued that career, she’d have to give up Finn.”
“You’re not saying you’d give up physical therapy, are you?” I try to keep my body from going stiff. While I can envision a future with Sloan, I’d never want him to give up his dreams on my account.
“Of course not. And Ally didn’t give up fashion, she just pivoted to purchasing clothes instead of making them. She sells them from her boutique on Main Street. She still makes her own items too, just on a smaller scale. It wasn’t exactly the career she envisioned, although her life overall is what she wanted, and she’s happy.”
“That’s great for Ally, although I still don’t see what that has to do with you.”
Sloan traces his fingertip over my chest, almost like he’s writing his words before he says them.
“Ally taught me happiness is more important than success.” His soft whisper reaches me in the dark. “I’m happy when I’m with you, so instead of freaking out over what people might say about me or my career when word gets out, I’m going to enjoy my time with you, no matter what the rumor mill serves up.”
That’s the closest he’s come to admitting he wants to see where this goes, and it gives me hope that we won’t have to deal with the secrecy much longer. There was a time when it made sense, but the more I’m with him, the more I want people to know I’m with him. The more I want to claim him as mine. And once people know how I feel about him, I’m certain the issue of his employment will disappear. Until then, I’ll follow his lead and focus on the now, and right now there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than in his arms .
“I’m happy when I’m with you, too.” I tip his chin up so I can feel his lips on mine, intending to give him nothing more than a tender, reassuring kiss. But as always seems to happen with us, what starts as slow and gentle morphs into needy and desperate, our passion too overwhelming to ignore.
Maybe it’s because most of our moments feel stolen, or at the very least rushed, but either way, I feel compelled to devour the man in my bed. To claim him. To keep his lips pressed to mine even at the expense of the air we need to breathe. At least in this moment right here, where the outside world can’t touch us.
Moaning into his mouth, I try to talk without breaking contact. “Need you, Sloan.” I clasp the back of his head to angle it to my liking. “Need your tight little ass wrapped around my cock. Need to feel you writhing on top of me.”
Though Sloan isn’t small or weak, he shouldn’t be able to overpower me, so when he climbs on top of me and pins my hands above my head, my dick twitches with unbridled lust. If it weren’t trapped behind my boxers, I’m pretty sure it’d have already found his hole.
“You say the dirtiest things.” He rocks his body along mine, grinding our erections together.
“Should I stop?” I lift my hips to meet his thrust.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Dirty talk turns you on?” I swipe my tongue inside his mouth for a searing kiss before nipping at his bottom lip.
“Apparently.” He releases my wrist just long enough to tug the waistband of my boxers below my dick, freeing his own pretty cock at the same time. Then the pressure is back, and he ruts our naked shafts together .
“Do you know what turns me on?” I lick into his mouth again, pretending I’m at his mercy and chasing a kiss rather than taking it, which is pretty hot.
“Massages.”
I bark out a laugh, a first for me during sex, though not an unpleasant one. “True, I do seem to respond to your touch. But what I really like is those pretty green eyes of yours. They’re so honest and sincere. Even right now, when the room is so dark they almost look black, I can see their intensity. Feel their desire. Turn those green eyes my way and I’d do just about anything. Although this is compelling, too.” I thrust upward, rubbing my dick against his and swallowing down his answering moan.
“A hard dick is your kink? How… original.”
“Don’t forget pretty eyes.” I wink even though I’m not sure he can see it in the dark.
“So, if I want a blow job, I just have to bat my eyelashes?” I can just make out the whites of his eyes when he rolls them.
“If you want anything , you just have to bat your eyelashes.” I play along. “But if you want a blow job, climb up a little higher and put your dick in my mouth.”
Sloan gasps and goes still for about half a second before awkwardly trying to scramble up my chest with his boxers halfway down his hips. There’s an exasperated huff as he releases my arms, flops down on my chest to wiggle out of his shorts, then hurriedly straddles me with his cock a mere inch from my lips.
I bite back another laugh and lick his crown, humming when the salty tang of his precum hits my tongue.
“Oh God,” he sighs as he scoots a little closer, just enough for me to get the head in my mouth, so I seal my lips around it and suck gently. “Oh that’ s—” he rocks his hips tentatively back and forth “—that’s… wow.”
I continue to slurp his tip, occasionally lifting my head enough to take him nearly to the root before resuming my teasing. He’s so distracted he doesn’t notice me reaching for the lube, much less slicking my fingers, until they’re pressed against his hole.
“Jesus.” His hips buck forward, giving me an unexpected mouthful that I suck greedily, and when my finger breaches him and he punches forward again, I do my best to swallow around his length without gagging since he’s pretty hung for a lean guy.
“Even with your mouth full it’s still so dirty,” Sloan says with a sigh that quickly morphs to a whimper when I pull on his tip in short, powerful bursts. Once again, I chuckle, another first with a cock in my mouth, then take him as deep as I can while I tickle his prostate.
“Carter.” His chest heaves as he pants my name. “Oh, God. Carter.”
Sloan babbles and mewls as I work his length and his hole, which I’m pretty sure has me just as hot as it does him. It’s yet another first for me, not because I’ve ignored my partners’ needs in bed, but because I’ve never taken so much pleasure in giving it. Listening to Sloan go mad with desire is so sexy I’m half convinced I’ll finish right along with him, whether anything touches my dick or not. I’m half-tempted to conduct that experiment when he abruptly pulls back.
He braces a hand on my chest to hold himself upright. “No more. No more or I’ll come.”
“So come.”
“Not yet. Not until you’re inside me.”
Visions of filling him flash before my eyes, and I get a wicked idea. One I think he’ll appreciate since he likes my dirty mouth.
“Get me ready.” I hand him the lube. “Then sit on my dick. Ass facing me, so I can watch it sink inside you.”
Sloan shivers. Visibly shivers and licks his lips with naked lust before spinning around and straddling me backward. Seconds later I feel his slick hand stroking up and down my cock. As I savor the sensual glide of his fist along my shaft, I knead his cheeks, pulling them apart to make sure I’ve opened him enough. Sloan is smaller than me, and the last thing I’d want to do is cause him any discomfort. I’m debating whether to give him my fingers again when he lifts up and notches me at his entrance.
I suck in a breath and hold it trapped in my lungs as he takes my tip, which looks far too big to fit but disappears inside him nonetheless. The onslaught of pressure has me exhaling with a stilted grunt, but before I can expel all the air Sloan lifts and lowers his ass, this time taking me nearly halfway.
A blast of white fills my vision, fading away to reveal my half-buried cock, which still looks like it shouldn’t fit despite the fact this is far from the first time we’ve done this dance. But what looks impossible feels incredible, the vice-like grip of Sloan’s ass sending fissures of bliss along the length of my shaft. It gives a needy lurch deep inside him, and with a guttural moan he sinks all the way home.
Sloan holds still while I massage his cheeks, hoping to make this more comfortable for him.
“Okay?” I murmur.
“If I were any more okay, I’d be coming. I need a second.”
I smile to myself, holding absolutely still while he adjusts to this new position that I suspect has me buried deeper than I’ve ever been. Truth be told, I could use a minute myself, since the visual of his ass choking my cock is both the filthiest and most intimate sight I’ve ever seen.
Right up until he rocks forward to reveal my shaft before sinking back down and swallowing it again.
Holy. Mother. Of. God .
I feel that movement along every inch of my cock—hell I watch it with my own eyes—but sight and touch don’t seem to line up. I can sense one or the other, but not both at the same time. It’s almost as if there’s a delay, an attempt by my brain to regulate the influx of stimuli since seeing and feeling at the same time would be too much to comprehend. Pleasure overload.
Sloan repeats the motion, and again I see what’s happening before I feel it, though once sensation returns the glide of his ass over my length has my limbs seizing up, my toes cramping in ecstasy.
If there’s a sexier sight on the planet, I’ve yet to see it, and I’m pretty well traveled, so my money’s on this view right here.
“Well?” Sloan asks, reminding me that I’m supposed to be whispering filthy nothings in his ear.
“It’s so tight I’m not even sure there’s room to shoot inside you.”
“Only one way to find out.” He gives me a coy smirk over his shoulder, and this time I’m the one who nearly blows from words alone. My little masseuse isn’t nearly as meek as he appeared the first time he entered my office, and I’m loving this side of him.
Bracing his hands on the mattress between my legs, Sloan starts to bounce on my cock. Slowly at first, testing our boundaries, until he finds the angle he likes. With each pass Sloan moves faster until sight and touch seem to sync up, so much so that each time he lifts his hips mine rise off the bed, almost as if he’s dragging me along by my dick. Or I’m subconsciously trying to stay buried inside him. Either way, we seem to be locked in this tandem momentum that fuses us together, and it feels so good I never want it to end.
At this rate though, the finish is imminent.
Lurching upright, I wrap one arm around his chest and pin his hips with the other, forcing him to still while he’s impaled on my cock. “Trying to see how fast you can pull my cum out?” I nibble his earlobe .
“Isn’t that the goal?” He tilts his head to the side, giving me greater access to his neck.
“The goal is to fill you, not to break a speed record doing it.”
“You’re the former racer. I thought you’d want to go fast.”
I slide my hand from his hip to his dick, giving it a lazy tug. “The whole point of getting you a room in this building was so we didn’t have to rush.” I recline on the bed, taking him with me so he’s draped over me like a blanket. “And since we aren’t rushing, I plan to leave my cock buried in your ass until the sun comes up.” I wrap my legs over his so he can’t use them, and rock my hips gently forward, pushing my shaft as deep as it can go.
“Holy—” Sloan’s attempt to speak turns into an indecent moan as my length tunnels languidly inside him, prolonging the blissful friction. And when my fist gently contracts around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze, I feel him go boneless in my arms.
Once again, I nearly come undone.
Sloan’s trust in me is so absolute he’s not chasing release, he’s giving himself over to me to deliver it. He’s letting me use his body however I see fit, knowing I’ll take care of us both.
And absent any resistance on his part, I can fuck freely into him, so all he has to do is feel.
“No one’s ever given me their body to jerk off with.” I shift my hand from his chest to his chin, turning his head so I can reach his lips as I pump dreamily into him. “It might be my new favorite kink.”
Sloan groans against my lips.
“You like that? Being my sex toy?”
“Mmm.” He groans again when I clench my fist around his dick.
“You want me to use this hole when I need to get off?”
“Oh, God.” Sloan’s ass clenches around me in a way that suggests he can’t last much longer. And now that we’ve stumbled onto the fact we both like how I’m using his body, I’m not sure I can hold back either. I may be barely thrusting into him, but that simple notion, combined with the friction, the pressure, even the squelching sound of me tunneling into Sloan, combine to have my cock aching with the need to explode. So, try as I might, I can’t keep my hips from punching up faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
Each time propelling us both closer to the precipice.
“Carter. Oh, God. Carter.” Sloan attempts to writhe above me, but between the legs I have wrapped around him, and the fact he’s speared on my dick, all he succeeds in doing is fucking his pretty cock into my fist with increasing urgency.
“I can’t. I’m—” I cut him off by thrusting my tongue into his mouth, drinking his air as wave after wave of cum spurts from his tip. Both are erotic as hell, but it’s the way his ass quivers around my dick that has me giving over to my own release. One so powerful I briefly lose time, the room coming back into focus only when I hear Sloan’s breathless voice next to my ear
“You were right,” he says softly.
“About what?” I brush my lips over his, tasting the faint tang of sweat lingering there.
“It’s so tight your cum doesn’t fit.”
It takes a moment for his words to register, which they do right about the time I realize it’s dripping everywhere .
I chuckle before giving him a soft kiss. “Time for another shower.”