Page 18 of Vesper Martinis
“Oh, fuck…,” I moan as Pierce crawls up the bed and settles himself between my legs. His warm body presses against mine, his lips kiss my pulse, and our erections grind against each other.
Pierce’s eyes are full of lust under those dark frames, and I feel my cock twitch just looking at him. I look down and see that I’m naked while he’s fully clothed. The power dynamic is palpable. Being bare in his presence sends a rush of pleasure down my spine. Like I’m his fuck toy.
I groan as he bites my neck and licks away the sting. His other hand slides up my rib cage, then thumbs my nipple, causing an electrical zing to run through me.
“Fuck. Please, Pierce.”
“Shh, baby. No talking. This body is mine to play with.” Pierce kisses his way down my body, then envelopes his mouth over my raging erection.
“Fuck!” I gasp, my hips bucking upwards into his hot mouth.
He pushes me back down and holds me as he sucks my cock and plays with my balls.
“Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes, baby. Oh my, God,” I moan, my head thrashing on the pillow as white-hot pleasure rushes through me.
“Motherfucker…” I groan when he squeezes my balls. “I’m so close. So fucking close. Please don’t stop.” I beg him.
Then…
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Fuck me!” I gasp. My eyes shoot open, and my hard cock is tenting my sheets. My hand is wrapped around the shaft while my other hand holds my balls.
Shit. It was just a dream.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
That is most certainly not.
“Wesley!” Minnie calls out, and I jump out of bed, willing my hard cock to cool it the fuck down before I see her.
I wrap my bed sheet around my waist as I open my bedroom door and see a wide-eyed Minnie on the other side.
“Fucking hell Min, what’s wrong?”
“There is a fucking pigeon in the house!” she squeals and shudders. “You know how I hate birds, Wes. Please do something. I opened the window for some fresh air, and that… that… THING just flew in.”
I walk past her and into my kitchen, where a pigeon is cooing at the edge of the counter. He cocks his head side to side but otherwise doesn’t move. Minnie cowers behind me.
“What are you going to do?” she whispers. “Hey, what if you use the bed sheet?” She tugs on the material, not knowing that I am bare and hard under it.
“Um, let’s not. I may have run out of my room with just this on and… I sleep naked.”
“Why the hell did you do that?” Minnie asks.
“I thought you were in trouble. I thought taking the time to find shorts and put them on would take too long.”
I look around my apartment for literally anything else when my eyes hit the laundry basket I left in the living room.
Slowly Minnie and I make our way to the basket.
I know that I’m going to have to do this. But if I do, I’m not sure I can hold the basket and the sheet at the same time.
Please let there be underwear or shorts in there.
I look in the wicker basket and find a pair of underwear but it’s Minnie’s as well as her skirt. Other than that, there’s just a T-shirt and that won’t help.
Fuck. Either way, the erection is going to show.