“Hey, sleepyhead. I’m popping out for a couple of hours.” Fern placed a quick kiss on my lips.
“Where?” I mumbled, stretching my aching body, my ass burning from last night, the feeling making my cock harden from the memory.
“I’m meeting Nee and Lea for brunch and then I’m going to go check on Neo.”
“You want me to come?”
She laughed. “No, Myth Maker. Sleep. You can’t come to a girls’ brunch anyway.”
“Spoilsport.”
“What’s your plans?”
“I’m going to get up to mischief.” I opened one eye and groaned as I took her in. Dressed in skinny jeans and a simple white t-shirt, her hair was half up, half down and she was make up free. “You look stunning. Are you sure I can’t persuade you to stay?”
She let out a long hum as her fingers danced over the sheets, stroking up my thigh and over my shaft. “Is it mischief I can punish you for?” she asked, her voice thick with a lust-filled promise.
“I hope so.”
“Don’t touch yourself… don’t make yourself come, otherwise that’s exactly what I’ll have to do.” Unable to resist, I grabbed her, pulling her on top of me. My hands moved to her ass as I ground up against her, loving how she buried her face in my neck, finding that spot behind my ear that had me moaning her name.
Reaching between us, she took hold of my throbbing shaft and pumped slowly a few times. “If you need me today, text Sean. Thomas has my phone still and I have no idea what the number is for this new one they gave me. I’ll be back by one.” She corkscrewed her hand in just the way I liked, bringing me close to orgasm.
“And if I don’t behave?”
She bit down on her bottom lip as her hand moved faster. “Then I will bend you over and peg your ass.”
I thrust up into her hand desperately, but all too soon, she released her hold on me, making a flood of precum surge from my slit.
“Good to know,” I groaned breathlessly.
“I have to go. Be good. Or if you can’t be good, be prepared for your punishment.” Her eyes darkened, and she licked her lips as she got up from the bed.
As soon as she’d left, I flung back the sheets, fisting my aching cock. I’d not really touched myself since Fern and I got together, so the tight, familiar feel of my fist had me covering my abs in cum within minutes.
Panting as I lay there, while my heart rate returned to normal, I made a plan for just how much trouble I could get into today because, fuck, I wanted my punishment.
“You wrote this yesterday? Words, music, melody?” Fox asked me wide eyed after I’d played them my new song.
I shrugged. “Yeap.”
Archer smiled, but Fox didn’t look as happy.
“C, I have to ask because I’ve known you a really long time, and just recently, well, you’ve been different. I’m worried. Archer told me not to, but I can’t not because you’ve done it before and I had no idea… are you taking something?”
“W-what,” I spluttered. Although I knew where he was coming from. He knew I chased a calm mind—some normality in my crazy life—and I’d do just about anything to find it. “No, I promise. I’m clean.”
“Then what? This can’t all be because you’re hooking up with Fern and have found a kink that makes you happy.”
I frowned. “You told him?” I growled at Archer.
“No, of course I didn’t. What do you take me for?”
Fox glared between us both. “You’re keeping secrets from me? What happened to total honesty?”
“You’ve been going through a lot—”
“So was Archer, but you still told him.”