Chapter 5

I didn’t mention I was going to be later than that since she obviously wanted to see me and food immediately.

I didn’t blame her. I wanted to be out of here too.

I kept shaking people’s hands that came up to our booth, signing the odd book here and there. There was a boy that came up to the booth and started asking me questions about outlining his first fiction novel. It was adorable.

Noon rolled around and Suzie was in our room already, probably causing all sorts of havoc. Sully drifted off to another booth somewhere and I was left with the cashier.

“Pete? I’m going to leave. If Sully comes back, cover for me.”

I hadn’t been allowed to leave until one, but fuck it. I’m the talent. And the talent is completely wrapped around a particular redhead’s little finger.

I snuck out and rumbled through downtown on the rented bike, stopping at my new favorite taco place that made delicious tortillas from scratch.

The meat melted in your mouth, and the salsa was perfectly charred veggies and chilis in a smooth pourable consistency.

I rode up the hotel elevator and pushed through the door exactly at 1:05.

“Thank god, I’m starving!” She shouted dramatically as she jumped in my arms.

She brought my neck down for a bruising kiss and we stumbled to the back of the door to make out.

“God, I missed you.” I panted.

Her mouth was so hot, soft lips that gave in to my own, each time they grazed each other sent little shocks down my spine.

She pressed warm palms under my shirt as she untucked it, and I wanted us naked. NOW.

“Um, tacos?” I prompted.

I stretched to drop the bag at the kitchenette island, and picked her up from the seat of her pants. She squealed and encased my head in her arms. The soft gloom the curtain her hair made around my head seemed like it’s own little steamy world where all I could smell and see was her.

I rotated us to press her into the wall. I leaned to inhale the warm sweet scent at her neck. I pressed a soft kiss there at the pulse point.

“I missed your smell. Coconut and something that’s just you. My clothes are starting to smell like hotel room.”

Her nose traced the baby hairs around my ear and inhaled too.

“You smell like… pine and chocolate? And something musky.”

“Really? Probably pine from the shampoo I use. But chocolate? Is that because I’m brown?”

She laughed. “No, I don’t think it works that way.”

I bit her pulse point, and she shuddered in my arms. I squeezed her ass and kept touching her neck.

“Oh. Yeah, definitely better than tacos.”

I grinned as I sucked directly over her throat. I carried her to the bed through the French doors of the suite then laid her gently on the bed.

She raised her arms, luxuriously, over her head as I brought up the hem of her shirt to mouth at her soft belly. I wanted to eat her. I was probably hungry but I also wanted a piece of her skin in my mouth. I bit at her waist and got a substantial amount of flesh in my mouth. I bit harshly and she jolted. I dug my fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants and peeled them down her legs. Her perfect creamy hips were mine again. Her legs were at my disposal finally, and I felt bad for myself all the years I didn’t know her. All the wasted breath that wasn’t full of her scent.

I palmed her pubic bone and massaged firmly.

She pitched forward and took off her shirt and bra. She shifted forward, and unstrapped my suspenders, pulling my pants and underwear down. I toed off my own shoes and unbuttoned my shirt as she did the same from the bottom hem.

“Stupid buttons.” She muttered as her fingers faltered.

She pressed her hot palm over my front coming under my tank to grip a breast. I finished stripping off my clothes and went to sit behind her, in the middle of the bed, holding her in my arms. She touched my forearms and legs that were bracketing her own in front of her while I touched everywhere. Her breasts, her belly, her hips, and thighs.

I pulled at her leg and locked it on the outside of one of mine. Her legs opened wantonly and she moaned as the fresh air touched her glistening center. I teasingly brought my hand from her collarbones and dipped down her front to touch her center. I stimulated her lips softly and she started to squirm in my arms.

As I touched her gently, I rubbed at her nipple, bringing it up slowly.

She shuddered here and there with violent arousal but for the most part gave in to my slow attention. Two of my fingers dug into her cleft and I felt the hard clit between them. I gathered arousal and kept rubbing at it.

I leaned back slightly and brought her with me. I pinched her shaft and jilled it for a moment.

I brought her to the edge, ramping up the feeling on her nipple too and slowed my fingers down. I wanted a controlled orgasm where we would walk her over together and the waves would be like molasses, drowning her in pleasure.

I kept touching her firmly and one especially harsh tug of her nipple sent her over the slow edge. She bucked her hips in rhythm with her aftershocks and collapsed against me.

“Oh, I feel so good.” She grunted out.

I held her tightly and nuzzled my nose in her hairline. Once she’d had enough time to lower her heart rate, she tilted her head, and I dipped to capture her lips.

“I heard you speak on ‘Mystery Hour.'” She spoke an inch from my face, and I rubbed my nose with hers.

“Really? It wasn’t that big of a deal. I’m surprised you found it.”

“I’ve listened to all your interviews this week, Mor.”

“Really? You haven’t said.”

“I wanted to hear your voice and be proud of you, baby.”

I smiled and kissed her as she touched my jaw. Her wet tongue flicked my lips and a fire started between my legs, licking up to fire off every nerve ending.

“The reason I bring it up is because it got kind of explicit, didn’t it?” Her eyes glittered, and I panicked.

The whole thirty minutes of the interview was about my girlfriend and they tried to wheedle out some salacious insight into our relationship. I think I fielded everything all right but I still felt a blush when she brought it up.

“Yeah! They were a little overly curious about my dating life, weren’t they?” I hedged.

“I believe at one point they asked you if you had a strap and implied that that’s why your characters were so badass, because they had ‘big dick energy.'” She smirked at me.

“Er.” I didn’t know what to say to that. I was still in shock they said it at the interview. “That interview could have gone better.”

“I thought it was hilarious. I love seeing you speechless.”

“And I agree.” She touched my forearm softly.

She turned around, and wagged her butt back and forth. She crawled up onto my lap and sat her butt between my open legs.

“I think you have massively, colossal, big dick energy.” She sucked my earlobe in her mouth, making lewd wet sounds in my ear.

“What does that even mean?”

“It’s like a quiet ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude. Like a quiet confidence that’s really attractive.”

I pursed my lips and waggled my head, starting to come around to the idea.

“The idea that that bleeds into my fictional characters though, is a little weird.”

“I don’t think so. So like, for example, Rick? The rugged private eye in The Velvet Killer?”

“Yes. I remember him.” I said cheekily.

“Do you know why everyone was in love with him?”

“Yes, really cool. Like, everyone wanted to be Dee when he seduced her.”

“So. Even before they’d even met, you’d already painted this rugged character as something so romantic and aloof. This guy who had seen heartbreak and smoked cigars and daydrank and didn’t give a shit. Somehow he was funny and sweet too. Everyone wanted him. And Mor, his name was Dick.”

“Rick. But yeah, private eyes are also called private dicks. And Richards are Dicks, too.” I frowned as I talked myself into a corner.

“Well, characters like those are the ones people fall madly in love with because they have ‘big dick energy.'”

I considered her words. I agreed that confidence was attractive. “I just don’t like people talking about me like that.”

“We say stuff like that all the time… cock, dick, ass. What’s the difference?”

“Uh, well, when we say it it’s, like, playful. Just you and me. But when other people say it, it feels like they’re trying to intrude between what you and I have.”

“I don’t understand.”

I wracked my brain trying to explain. “I don’t want to be a guy.”

“I want to be a girl.”

“And you are, love. You’re my girl. You are feminine and beautiful.” She traced my jaw.

“Okay, but then I go on a podcast and they’re talking about the size of my dick.” I grimaced.

“Oh. Hm. Yeah, that can be complicated.”

“Yeah. I don’t know how to feel about it. And what if it gets worse? What if I go on a TV show and they ask me something live? Like who’s on top in our relationship or who makes the money? It’s just weird.”

“It’s okay if you want to be private about your personal life, babe. Or if you call out an interviewer when they are being rude. But what you and I have isn’t conventional or traditional. It’s whatever we make it. No small minded idiot with a microphone can hurt us.”

“That said… Shawn from Mystery Hour didn’t seem like he was bullying you.”

“No, he was really cool and Sandy liked me too.”

“I heard. She seemed way too excited about our strap on. I didn’t like it.”

I grinned, getting my cockiness back slowly.

“Are you okay?” She frowned at me.

“Yeah, sorry. I think I needed to work through that. But you’re right, if I truly want to show big dick energy then I have to exude that confidence.”

“Don’t fuck with me or I’ll fuck you up.” She nodded seriously, and I laughed.

“God, you’re so sexy when you cuss.” I wrapped her in my arms and laid on top of her. “You know, you have big dick energy too.”

She raised a delicate eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you shut up whole board rooms in the middle of an argument, and take control on the flip of a dime. It’s terrifying but sexy.”

She grinned but didn’t comment. Instead, she brought her hand between us and touched me. I was so wet for her from not seeing her this week, touching her, and our weirdly arousing conversation.

I moved back and forth over her fingers, pressing down harder, then she slipped inside me with her middle and ring finger.

I laid my head down on her neck, savoring the feeling of her inside me and under me.

My nipples were tingling, and I ground into her hand even as I slipped my hand between us too. She opened her legs further to accommodate me, and we pressed against each other. I had a hand on her breast, and she plumbed my mouth with her tongue. When we started to get worked up, she just bit at my collarbones, and I came in an explosive orgasm. I drove into her center with my hips, adding a finger. She clawed at my hips, supporting my effort, and I thumbed at her clit.

She was bucking erratically now and pitching forward with her palms behind her on the mattress. She was leaning almost the whole way up, and I clutched at her back as I stole a breathless kiss. She rested her ass on my lap again, and I kept fucking her with my fingers.

Raising herself up and down, she impaled herself. I leaned to capture a nipple in my mouth, and she held on to my head as I sucked.

I drove into her faster and leaned up to look at her face. Her mouth was open, and I relished the power I had to bring her up and up and crash through the ceiling of the heavens. A moment of impact on the glass panes that separated earth and heaven, shattering every bone in your body in ecstasy and coming back to float on a fluffy expanse of cloud.

In my dream, the cloud was made of marshmallow and melting white chocolate because I was still starving.

I brought her with me as I laid down, her heart coming back to normal. She traced patterns over my breasts then palmed my stomach.

“What did you tell Jules again?” She whispered near my shoulder.

“The rant you had about being in love. ‘Why in the heavens can’t you just quit your work and just love on her all day?’ Did I get that right?”

I chuckled. “Yes, practically verbatim, darling.” I ran my nails along her tricep lightly.

“You know why we can’t do that?”

“Because we have to eat.”

“Ah, yes. The pesky necessity for nourishment.”