to do. I bit my lip and felt my eyes roll back into my head so far I felt they’d dislodge.
And. I. Came.
I have no real complete recollection of how long this lasted, or when for certain it stopped. Although I had not had any alcohol or drugs, Ripp later told me I was Fuck Drunk . I’m sure he was right, Fuck Drunk I was. When I came back to consciousness, I heard him in the kitchen.
I looked around the room, confused.
“What happened?” I asked across the room.
“I walked in here to cook some eggs, I got hungry after you rode my cock while I was on the floor,” he said over his shoulder.
Standing naked at the stove, wearing only his Chuck’s, I wanted to take a picture of him.
“How’d I get here? To the couch?” I asked.
“You just sat there when I walked in here. You’re Fuck Drunk. Too much good sex,” he responded as if it were normal.
Light-headed, I walked to the kitchen and stood behind him.
My vision was blurred. I felt as if I had run six miles as fast as I could, and had stopped immediately and unexpectedly. Full of endorphins, emotion, and wonder, I wrapped my arms around his back and slid my hands to his stomach. I nudged my hips closer to his tight butt muscles and sighed.
I had never had so many orgasms in my life.
This was crazy, but one night of sex.
Just one.
And I was falling for Mike Ripton.
Well, at least falling for fucking him.
As he stood naked and scrambled the eggs, I hoped for a sign. Something . I wanted him to tell me I was different. That something had happened in this night filled with orgasms and sex which would separate me from the many others.
“Barbee,” he paused as he stirred the eggs.
“Yeah Ripp?” the words hung on my lips for a long second.
“You think your sister would be up for a three-way?” he asked without looking up from the stove.
Not exactly what I was hoping for.
My heart sank a little bit, and I fought with what I wanted to say. My response needed to be something that might preserve a possibility of seeing Ripp in the future. I opened my mouth and closed it a few times, incapable of speaking. Finally, the words came.
“Brandee,” I screamed over my shoulder, “come in here for a minute. Mike and I have a question.”
As I heard Brandee’s feet coming down the hallway, an almost inaudible sound came from where Ripp was standing. I’ll never be one hundred percent certain, but it sounded like…
Fuck yes.
RIPP. “Fuck drunk?” Dekk said as he pulled the onion from his sandwich and dropped it on his plate.
“Yup,” I said over the top of my beer bottle.
“Out of all your stories, that’s a first,” Dekk shook his head and took a bite of his sandwich.
“Shit, happens all of the damned time, bro,” I assured him as I placed my beer bottle on the table.
“I think it was the head steppin’ that did her in,” I laughed as I thought about my foot startling her as it hit the counter.
“You didn’t?” Dekk shook his head and dropped his sandwich onto the plate.
“Son-of-a-bitch, Ripp. You kidding?” he asked as he wiped his mouth with his napkin.
“Not even a little bit,” I laughed as I pulled the skin from my chicken breast and held it suspended over my mouth.
“From…” he shook his head and rolled his eyes as he thought.
“Yep. From the book where Kace got mad and tossed her Kindle deal across the room, remember?” I smiled as I dropped the skin into my mouth and began chewing.
“Yeah, I heard about it for a week. She should have never brought it up to you , that’s for sure,” he said as he scowled at me and picked up his sandwich.
“That’s what I like about Shorty; she’s like one of the fella’s. She can talk about whatever and she ain’t embarrassed,” I picked up my beer and took a drink as I swallowed the chicken skin.
“So anyway,” I said as I placed my beer bottle onto the table, “she came like a faucet. Maybe fifty times.”
I picked up my
And. I. Came.
I have no real complete recollection of how long this lasted, or when for certain it stopped. Although I had not had any alcohol or drugs, Ripp later told me I was Fuck Drunk . I’m sure he was right, Fuck Drunk I was. When I came back to consciousness, I heard him in the kitchen.
I looked around the room, confused.
“What happened?” I asked across the room.
“I walked in here to cook some eggs, I got hungry after you rode my cock while I was on the floor,” he said over his shoulder.
Standing naked at the stove, wearing only his Chuck’s, I wanted to take a picture of him.
“How’d I get here? To the couch?” I asked.
“You just sat there when I walked in here. You’re Fuck Drunk. Too much good sex,” he responded as if it were normal.
Light-headed, I walked to the kitchen and stood behind him.
My vision was blurred. I felt as if I had run six miles as fast as I could, and had stopped immediately and unexpectedly. Full of endorphins, emotion, and wonder, I wrapped my arms around his back and slid my hands to his stomach. I nudged my hips closer to his tight butt muscles and sighed.
I had never had so many orgasms in my life.
This was crazy, but one night of sex.
Just one.
And I was falling for Mike Ripton.
Well, at least falling for fucking him.
As he stood naked and scrambled the eggs, I hoped for a sign. Something . I wanted him to tell me I was different. That something had happened in this night filled with orgasms and sex which would separate me from the many others.
“Barbee,” he paused as he stirred the eggs.
“Yeah Ripp?” the words hung on my lips for a long second.
“You think your sister would be up for a three-way?” he asked without looking up from the stove.
Not exactly what I was hoping for.
My heart sank a little bit, and I fought with what I wanted to say. My response needed to be something that might preserve a possibility of seeing Ripp in the future. I opened my mouth and closed it a few times, incapable of speaking. Finally, the words came.
“Brandee,” I screamed over my shoulder, “come in here for a minute. Mike and I have a question.”
As I heard Brandee’s feet coming down the hallway, an almost inaudible sound came from where Ripp was standing. I’ll never be one hundred percent certain, but it sounded like…
Fuck yes.
RIPP. “Fuck drunk?” Dekk said as he pulled the onion from his sandwich and dropped it on his plate.
“Yup,” I said over the top of my beer bottle.
“Out of all your stories, that’s a first,” Dekk shook his head and took a bite of his sandwich.
“Shit, happens all of the damned time, bro,” I assured him as I placed my beer bottle on the table.
“I think it was the head steppin’ that did her in,” I laughed as I thought about my foot startling her as it hit the counter.
“You didn’t?” Dekk shook his head and dropped his sandwich onto the plate.
“Son-of-a-bitch, Ripp. You kidding?” he asked as he wiped his mouth with his napkin.
“Not even a little bit,” I laughed as I pulled the skin from my chicken breast and held it suspended over my mouth.
“From…” he shook his head and rolled his eyes as he thought.
“Yep. From the book where Kace got mad and tossed her Kindle deal across the room, remember?” I smiled as I dropped the skin into my mouth and began chewing.
“Yeah, I heard about it for a week. She should have never brought it up to you , that’s for sure,” he said as he scowled at me and picked up his sandwich.
“That’s what I like about Shorty; she’s like one of the fella’s. She can talk about whatever and she ain’t embarrassed,” I picked up my beer and took a drink as I swallowed the chicken skin.
“So anyway,” I said as I placed my beer bottle onto the table, “she came like a faucet. Maybe fifty times.”
I picked up my
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