“Oh, fuck, Len…”

“Hmm…” She was into it, slamming her ass against my groin, begging for more. Her ass cheeks were completely wet from her juices. So were my dick and balls.

“Keep going. I’m close.”

“I can’t, baby. I’m sorry.” I cringed. It’d been…what? Three minutes? And I was being generous with myself here. Oprah-gifting-people-cars generous.

“Damn.” My head fell back as I came inside her, emptying my entire three gallons of cum into her sweet pussy. I hadn’t realized just how much I needed my body against hers until I came.

We stood like that, both of us facing the wall, for just a second before I spun her around. She stared at me with those blue-green-hazel eyes of hers, which always fucked me up like no other rival ever could.

“I’m sorry,” I told her.

“Yeah, you said.” She flashed me a mischievous grin.

She didn’t look mad. I mean, not that she should be. But she didn’t come. I wanted her to come.

“I’ll make it up to you.” Fuck, I hated myself more with each apology.

“You can start by getting me some tissue. I’m leaking.”

She opened her legs slightly, and we both watched in the dim, faint light as thick, white cum slithered down her inner thigh, along the tattoo. There were traces of blood there, too. Not a lot, but enough to tint the liquid pink in some places.

I swallowed. “Did it hurt a lot?” I looked at her. Not that she gave a shit. She liked pain.

She shook her head. “Nah. I enjoyed it, for the most part.”

For the most part.

Silently, I backed her until her knees hit the bench, cradling her waist and head to lay her down gently, her ass perched on the edge of the bench, half in the air.

I kicked her legs apart and kneeled in front of her, using my thumbs to open her pussy lips. More white liquid spilled from her. I brushed it aside with my thumb.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, staring down at me with a mixture of horror and amusement on her face.

Saving my goddamn pride.

I put my tongue to her pussy. It was salty and warm—my cum, blood, and her juices swirled together. It wasn’t exactly Jamba Juice, but it was me who’d spunked her nice and good, so I couldn’t complain. Besides, the actual pussy-eating was kind of rad. Everything was pink and soft and warm. Not a bad pastime. I started nibbling on her lips, licking her crack to clit.

If I’d been a little less of an idiot, I’d have asked Knight or Hunter how to go down on a girl. Or even watched a video or two. But no. I never had the slightest interest in pleasuring a chick.

Yet here we were.

Still, Lenny moaned, writhing in front of me, her eyes closed. I wanted to be better than Pope. Stupid, I know, but he’d had his mouth here yesterday, and when she’d come, she’d been loud enough to wake the dead.

I rubbed her clit with my finger, diving into her pussy with my tongue, battling her tight walls. Her moans intensified, and she laced her fingers through my hair.

Better.

“Tell me how to make this good for you, Good Girl,” I mumbled into her pussy, licking her clean of everything we just did.

I recognized that it was gross as fuck to 99.98% of the population, but I’d always been the rebellious 0.02%. I knew she liked it, that we were on the same wavelength.

She purred. “Squeeze my clit.”

I did.

“Harder,” she gasped, her breath coming harsh and fast.

I massaged her swollen clit in circular movements, fucking her with my tongue until it slipped down to her ass crack. That’s when she really moaned. Right. She was into ass play. I recalculated my internal GPS and started tracing the tip of my tongue around her crack.

“Feels nice.” Her voice was thick and sweet, full of indulgence. I wanted to kiss her lips and tell her I’d always lick her ass. But I knew realistically that now wasn’t the best time to French kiss her.

“Come for me, Len.”

She came on demand, her thighs squeezing my face, her entire body jerking, her pussy chasing my mouth. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I’d seen some sick shit in my limited time on Earth. Lenora coming with her ass and pussy in my mouth, her clit under my thumb, however, not only took the fucking cake, but the entire bakery.

Three minutes passed before she came down from the high. After she did, we stared at each other, me still on my knees, her legs open in front of me.

We started laughing.

She slid down, holding her stomach, laughing her ass off. We rolled on the floor, getting covered in stone dust, with Len wiping tears of mirth from the corners of her eyes. I didn’t even know what we were laughing about. I wasn’t the laughing type. Nothing was particularly funny to me, even then. I think we were just…happy.

“You need to wash your mouth before you kiss me again.” She coughed when she finally calmed down.

I side-eyed her. “Why?”

“Because you have arse breath.”

“I would kiss the shit out of you if you ever ate my ass.”

“Nice choice of words.” She tapped her chin. “Would you like me to eat your ass?” Her eyes widened, with surprise more than terror.

I knew she’d do it. I knew her crazy ass would do just about anything. And I needed to calm myself down, because I was beginning to get ideas. Unlikely ideas, like taking Len with me on my quest to live on every island in Italy and France and Greece, like touring European museums together, and bungee jumping, and scuba diving—all the things I’d wanted to do alone after my business here was done.

Because doing them with Len could be so much more fun.

“Not particularly.” I shook my head, kissing her cheek and wrapping my arm around her on the cold floor. I didn’t want to be too adamant in case she had a weird, unexplained taste for ass, but it didn’t sound like my jam.

I stared at her for a while.

“Thank you,” we said at the same time.

We didn’t have to explain why. It was obvious.

I was her first.

She was mine.

The night was too good to be true, that was for sure.

Still, I shoved the bad inkling to the back of my mind, thinking maybe karma was so busy fucking Fairhurst with a twelve-inch dildo, she’d forgotten about me.

Len and I went up to my room, where I got my toothbrush and a towel. We went to the communal showers, I brushed my teeth, and then we took a shower together. I didn’t fuck her again, because I knew she was sore, but we kissed a lot and I bit her nipples, testing how far I could go before it became unpleasant (very fucking far, as it turned out).

Once we were both clean, she said she was going back to her room.

“Fine. Let’s go,” I heard myself saying.

Even though I’d already pissed on every single rule I’d made concerning the opposite sex tonight, and I knew spending the night together was the final nail in my pussy-whipped coffin.

She put her boots on, not looking at me as she asked, “You mean, walk me to my dorm?”

“I mean…” I clenched my jaw, resenting her for making me say it. “To sleep in your room. Same bed and all that fucking jazz.”

She looked up with a smile, tossing me a pack of gum she’d found under my bed. “Cute.”