“Hey!” I squeaked.

“Let me explain what I mean by ‘talk. ‘”

His hands moved up my legs, spreading them wide. Cool as can be, he lay flat on his stomach, face level with my sex.

“Mal.”

“I’m not talking to you,” he said, fingers gently folding back the lips of my sex.

“You’re not?”

“No. You had your chance to communicate with me and you chose not to. You let this relationship down. Feel bad, Anne.” His breath tickled my still-sensitive pu**y. It made feeling bad damn hard, frankly. Impossible when he flicked my cl*t with the tip of his tongue. My h*ps shot off the mattress but his hands were there, holding me down. “Hello, Anne’s clitoris. It’s me, Malcolm, your lord and master.”

“Oh, god, no.” I covered my face with my hands. “Please don’t.”

“Shh. This is a private conversation.” He brushed hot, feverish kisses up and down the lips of my sex. My stomach tensed so hard it hurt. “Look at you all pretty, pink, and excited. Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.”

“If you don’t stop talking to my vagina I’m going to kill you.” I put a hand down, trying to cover myself. The bastard slapped it. Hard too. I would get him back for that later.

“You’re beautiful, Anne’s pu**y. Just beautiful. And I’m not mean like her. I’m on your side and I love you very much because you feel f**king amazing wrapped around my dick.”

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“Malcolm, I mean it. You’re ruining o**l s*x for me forever. Cut it out.”

“Bullshit. You’re dripping wet. We’ll never get these sheets clean.”

“Oh, god.” My back bowed as he dragged his tongue up the center of me, finishing with a flourish at the top. I saw stars. “Too much.”

“Not even close.”

I whimpered.

He laughed.

His mouth covered my clitoris and his tongue went to god damn town on me. I writhed, out of control, but it made no difference. Hands banded around my thighs, holding me to him. There was no escaping the terrible, all-consuming overwhelming pleasure. He sucked, flicked his tongue, and generally unleashed an unsurpassed wealth of oral talent upon my unsuspecting sex.

The bastard.

Who even knew teeth could be used like that?

I came in under a minute, crying his name. My heartbeat thundered through my head and my whole body shook. I lay sprawled across the mattress, letting the aftershocks have their way with me. Endorphins had pickled my mind. Tears slid down my face, the orgasm had hit me so hard, so fast. That had never happened before. Hurriedly, I brushed them away. My heart seemed suddenly too big for my chest. The orgasm had engorged it somehow. It couldn’t be healthy.

From next door came banging on the wall. “I already knew Mal’s name, Anne. But thanks for the reminder.”

I used the last of my energy reserves to give the wall the finger. “Morning, Lauren.”

Distantly, there was laughter, male and female both. Our neighbors sucked.

“We need to kill them or move,” I said. “I’m open to either option.”

“You know, you talk tough,” said Mal, “but inside, you’re all soft and wet and really quite tasty.”

I choked back a laugh. “Glad you approve.”

Mal crawled up, pausing to wipe his mouth on the sheet. He laid his head on my shoulder, snuggling into me. That was good, I needed him near. The glut of emotions felt more manageable with him close, even if he was the cause of all the chaos.

“I think my legs are broken; they won’t work.” Not that I’d actually tried yet. My brain was too floaty for any movement.

He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Next time, just tell me you need more.”

“You’re a monster,” I whispered.

“Okay.” He didn’t even sound the slightest bit perturbed.

“I mean it.”

“Mm-hm.”

“But the worst part is, I feel something for you,” I said, because fair was fair. Love was a stupid word. I’d heard it from various people and it rarely meant what you thought it did. Somewhere along the way, that word had turned into a pleasantry, not profound and weighty as it should have been. No, Love wasn’t what I felt. This was different, more complex. I couldn’t even think of a word for it. “I only feel it a tiny bit … probably just because of the great orgasm, so it’s not like it’s a big deal or anything. It’ll pass.”

With a sigh, he went up on one elbow and put an arm around me, pulling me up against him. When he rolled onto his back, I went too. I lay sprawled across him. There was no better thing. Apart from what he’d just done to me, of course. One hand stroked my back, while the other lay behind his head.

“A miniscule amount, really.” My thumb rubbed over his nipple, back and forth, back and forth. I seemed to have entered some stream-of-consciousness state and I didn’t have the energy to fight it. “You probably couldn’t even see it with a microscope.”

Another sigh from the man.

“Well, maybe one of those lab ones, but not a kid’s toy one. The magnification wouldn’t be–”

All of a sudden we rolled again and I was on the bottom with the weight of Mal’s body pushing me deep into the mattress.

“Hi,” I said, just a bit discombobulated by the abrupt change in position. He’d barely given my head to time to stop spinning from the previous shift.

“Been thinking.” He watched me, eyes intense. “Want you to do something for me.”

“Okay.”

“Need you to come on tour, least for a while. See what you can manage, okay?”

My engorged heart basically burst. My insides were officially a mess. “Need?”

“Yeah, need.” His forehead furrowed. “Things are happening and I know you’ve got questions but I need you to not ask them right now. I just … I need you with me. I deal with stuff better when you’re around.”

“Stuff like the other reason why you wanted me around that you wouldn’t admit to last night?”

Guilt slid across his face. “Yeah.”

“We’re going to have to talk about stuff eventually.”

“Yeah, we are. Yours and mine both.”

I froze beneath him, not answering. But he just patiently waited me out. The words were stuck inside my chest with the rest of the clutter. It was hard to find them. “You’re right. I know. And I’ll try and work something out about the tour.”




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