ANTHONY
Both of uscompletely fucked out, we lie there until oxygen becomes critical. Mads reaches up and smacks my shoulder, and I mumble an apology as I roll off him. I catch his wince and slow the move, giving his body time to adjust.
Scooting down, I lay my head on one ass cheek while pushing the other away. Fuck, what I’ve done to this hole is magnificent.
“What’re you doing?” he asks into his pillow, fuck-drunk and completely out of it.
“Looking at my hole,” I respond, sounding equally drunk as I thumb the leaking cum back into his body. “Fuck, I wish I had a plug. Want you to have my cum inside you all the time.”
“Mm. Possessive, aren’t we?”
I nod against his cheek, biting it softly. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to sir you when we’re fucking?”
I chuckle and feel it vibrate his body. He moans, and I laugh some more, loving how responsive he is to my every move.
“Only if you’re being playful,” I say, biting the sensitive bit of skin right at the shelf of his ass.
Perfection.
I flip him over, and he flails, then tries to cover it up with a sexy pose.
“Not gonna lie, whatever this caveman thing is, I like it. Scratch that. I fucking love it.”
I chomp my teeth at him. “I need to suck on something,” I say, laying my head on his soft belly, taking his limp dick into my mouth.
“Careful,” he warns, inhaling sharply through his teeth. “He’s still pretty sensitive.”
I make sure to be extra delicate as I cradle his balls, giving his cock gentle sucks. He runs his fingers through my hair, sending love and comfort to the very core of me.
Sinking farther into the bed, he hums, “Mm. A joint right now would be perfect.”
My muscles freeze up, and I pull away, my jaw tense. “You don’t have weed on you though, right?”
Not understanding me, he reaches for his phone. “No, but I can get it.”
“Mads.”
He shivers at the way I say his name, and his eyes flick to mine.
Needing his full attention, I sit up in the bed, cross-legged and working over my bottom lip. “I don’t break the law. Ever. You know that, right?”
He snorts, angling the screen to me as he brings up one of the medical dispensaries. “Right.”
I still his hand. “Mads, I’m serious. Please stop looking for weed on your phone. Right now.”
He looks up from his collapsed position on the bed and his face changes from bemused to understanding. Slowly, wincing through the movement, he sits up and matches my posture.
Taking my hands into his, he looks into my eyes. “I won’t. I promise. I just…you’re part of Luca’s organization, right?”
I nod, knowing where he’s going with this.
“I mean…they do illegal shit all the time. You’ve probably seen—”
I shake my head. “I haven’t.”
He raises his brow, and I look down.