Pyke's Peak
By Chris Owen
[From the first chapter, but not the start.....
]
She was still breathing hard and making soft noises when he
kissed his way back over her belly, up to her breast, then her
neck until he could nuzzle into her hair. "Happy?"
"Mmmhmm." She smiled and snuggled in, then laughed
as he took one of her hands and put it where he needed it. "Your
turn?"
"My turn. I was a good boy. Polite, even."
"True enough." She kissed him, her tongue licking
at his lips, which made his cock just throb, and pet him over
his jeans. "You were a very good boy."
"Wonderful." He reached down and yanked his jeans
open. "It's so nice to be appreciated."
"I appreciate you." She smiled again and winked at
him as she curled her fingers around his cock. "I appreciate
all the different parts of you."
"That particular part appreciates your appreciation."
That particular part thought that Laurel had the softest, warmest,
most wonderful hands ever.
"You talk too much." Laurel giggled at him, a sure
sign that she was still floaty from her own orgasm, and looked
down at her hand. "Cocks are funny things."
Pyke rolled his eyes and shoved his jeans off, being careful
not to actually remove himself from Laurel's grasp. "They
are not."
"Oh, they so are. You have a nice one, though." She
twisted down the bed and put her head on his belly, one hand
lightly stroking him. "It's bigger than some I've seen."
She traced around the head with the tip of one finger. "And
it's pretty."
"Thank you?" Pyke propped himself up on his elbows
and watched her play with his dick, vaguely amused.
"Don't you think?"
"Well, 'pretty' isn't the first word that comes to mind,
no."
"But you've got to admit it's an attractive cock."
"It's my very favorite one in the whole world," he
assured her.
Laurel laughed and did him the favor of licking said cock, one
broad sweep right up the side. "Even more than Shea's?"
"Of course." His hands made fists in her sheets. "Don't
get me wrong, his is nice, but I'm pretty sure every man has
only one favorite, and it's the one he's attached to."
Laurel gripped him a little tighter and jacked him slowly. "Shea's
is longer, but yours is broader."
"Uh-huh." That was true. And Pyke was crushing her
cotton sheets in his fist, if such a thing was possible. "And
his curves a bit to the left."
"Does it?" She sounded surprised and turned her head
to look up at him. "I never noticed."
"We got really drunk one night and took pictures to make
sure."
Laurel looked vaguely disappointed. "I thought maybe you
just noticed when you were giving each other blowjobs or something."
"Well, yeah. That, too."
Laurel beamed at him and licked him again. Pyke didn't bother
trying to figure out what she was so happy about; he just wanted
to come, and God damn, but Laurel could give good head when
she was in the mood.
She took him in nice and deep and used her tongue a lot and,
really, Pyke could have stayed there for a long, long time just
getting a lovely Saturday blowjob. But then she looked up at
him and sucked hard before letting him go. "I want to watch
you go down on Shea sometime," she announced.
"Oh, fuck." Pyke reached and grabbed the base of his
cock hard. "Don't say things like that without warning!"
He looked down at her and tried to glare, but he didn't think
he pulled it off very well.
She laughed and licked him again, right over his fingers. "You
like the idea as much as I do. Do you think Shea will let it
happen?"
Pyke shook his head, but only to clear it, not to say no. "I
think he wouldn't be averse, approached properly."
"Properly?" Laurel sounded speculative as she pried
Pyke's fingers away from his dick. "Like how?"
"Can we talk about this later? When I'm not quite so busy
trying not to come?"
"Poor baby. A little turned on by the idea of me watching?"
Not just watching. Okay, watching was good. He'd like to do
some watching of his own, too. "Oh, God." Images flashed
through his mind as Laurel took him in again and started sucking
him off, her head bobbing and turning. Her watching him and
Shea. Him watching Shea with Laurel, both of them naked and
moving on a couch or the bed.
The three of them, all together.
"God," he said with a moan. Laurel laughed around
his cock, and the vibration raced to his balls. He could feel
his orgasm as down deep as his toes, working its way through
his whole body. His cock throbbed and his balls lifted, the
fireworks going off. "Laurel. Yes."
She swallowed around him, her hand petting his hip and then
his belly until he stopped shaking and finally lay still, staring
at her ceiling and grinning like an idiot.
When he got his breath back, Laurel was still laughing, curled
into his side and looking delighted with herself. "So,
yes? You like that idea?"
Pyke hated to blush with embarrassment, but not quite as much
as he hated going off like he was fifteen and it was his first
time. "That was not fair, but you're on. If Shea agrees.
Which he probably will." His heart was thundering, but
his bones felt damn fine. There really was nothing wrong with
being warm on a bed, newly laid, even if his jeans were still
bunched up around one knee.
Laurel smiled and snuggled in. "Okay. I'll ask him. Maybe
tonight while we're watching you play. Hey, what are you doing
this afternoon? Want to go shopping with me?"
Oh, hell no. He loved Laurel a lot, but shopping and Laurel
were not things that went well together. Luckily, he had other
plans anyway and good ones. "Can't, darlin'. The actual
real reason I came by was to tell you that I finally did something
with the money."
Laurel sat up and looked at him intently. "You did?"
She pulled her hair back and started finger combing it again.
"It's about time. And I assume you mean more than just
get a lawyer and an investment counselor? Honestly, Pyke. You've
had that money just sitting there for far too long."
"Yes, ma'am." It was hard not to roll his eyes; he'd
been doing it for weeks, though and thought maybe he should
start resisting the urge.
On a whim, passing through the mall one day in early spring,
Pyke had purchased a lotto ticket. He hadn't even picked his
own numbers, just got an auto selection from the machine. Then,
cleaning out his wallet weeks after that, he'd found out that
he'd won the jackpot.
The eye-rolling was merely a side effect, he figured.
He found out that, along with knowing a lot of broke people,
he also knew a demon in the shape of a beautiful woman. Laurel
had been wildly protective of him, making sure he took all the
right steps to get himself into a responsible and educated position
about what to do with almost seven million dollars. But she
still made him roll his eyes.
He gave her a grin instead. "I bought a house. You're going
to love it."
She tilted her head at him. "A house? Well, that's good."
Pyke grinned and nodded. "It's amazing. It's completely
assbackward and fucked up and ancient. The kitchen is on the
second floor, there's five bedrooms, if you count the tower
and the half wall thing in the attic, and four bathrooms and
the front door opens into the dining room."
Laurel raised and eyebrow at him. "It sounds like a money
pit and kind of horrible."
"It's fantastic; you're going to love it. It's got three
floors and a glass room, and there's so much space! I can practice,
and Shea can do his thing, and you can even have your own suite
on the ground floor, if you don't mind that the tub is in a
room with half a glass wall. We'll put up shutters or something."
"Pardon?" Laurel stared at him, her eyes wide.
"Oh, didn't I say? You and Shea are going to move in with
me." |
