Fall Thru
It's hard to explain. Here's an excerpt:
I threw a leg over the bike and settled on it. The cool metal went straight through my black leggings and made me wish I’d worn something warmer.
“Try leather next time,” Caster said as he leaned over and quickly showed me how to work the controls. “It’s the unofficial uniform of the Bookkeepers. Warmer, easier to get stains out of, and you’d look better in it.”
“My job isn’t to give you a show,” I snapped with more anger than I intended.
Thirty minutes in the shower and while I was physically clean, I still felt dirty. I’d been trying to rub one out and assuage the throbbing mess that was my clit. Nothing worked, and I assumed it had something to do with Caster. No doubt just like Fever’s fiery burns, the magic Caster threw off stayed much longer than he did.
“We’re not going to have sex,” he said smoothly, surprising me.
“Of course we’re not. Did I do something to make you think we were.”
He started his bike and cracked a smile. “You got wet.”
I threw a leg over the bike and settled on it. The cool metal went straight through my black leggings and made me wish I’d worn something warmer.
“Try leather next time,” Caster said as he leaned over and quickly showed me how to work the controls. “It’s the unofficial uniform of the Bookkeepers. Warmer, easier to get stains out of, and you’d look better in it.”
“My job isn’t to give you a show,” I snapped with more anger than I intended.
Thirty minutes in the shower and while I was physically clean, I still felt dirty. I’d been trying to rub one out and assuage the throbbing mess that was my clit. Nothing worked, and I assumed it had something to do with Caster. No doubt just like Fever’s fiery burns, the magic Caster threw off stayed much longer than he did.
“We’re not going to have sex,” he said smoothly, surprising me.
“Of course we’re not. Did I do something to make you think we were.”
He started his bike and cracked a smile. “You got wet.”