Sagging in defeat, Rusty pushed off the brick with a growled, “Fuck my life.”
Chapter two
Juicy
Gem
It was raining inLust again, and Gem loved the rain. To be honest, Gem loved lots of things, but rainstorms ranked very high on the list. He loved the clean scent of it rolling in on the clouds. He loved the booming thunder and crackling lightning. He loved falling asleep to the pitter-patter on the fire escape outside his living room window.
Rainstorms reminded him of jumping in puddles as a child and playing hide-and-seek with his siblings as the water soaked their clothes to their backs. It reminded him of drinking hot koca with his father on the porch swing as lightning flashed across the sky. It reminded him of his first kiss, a stolen moment under the bleachers with Bikki Mirr, of clumsy lips and sweat mixed with rain water.
The only downside to rain: it did not make people horny as much as movies had led Gem to believe. In fact, it could make trolling for dick incredibly inconvenient. And as much as he loved the rain, he loved dick more.
Seeing as Gem was currently on his knees with a particularly nice dick in his mouth,andit was raining outside, he was a very happy camper indeed. The Lupyn he’d matched with on Cock’d an hour ago had braved the poor weather and was now being rewarded for his courage and sacrifice by the way of Gem’s oral skills. Which—if he said so himself—were highly in-demand and constantly exceeded expectations.
He prided himself on many talents, but he was incredibly smug about his dick-sucking ability. He’d had a lot of practice, after all. He was, for all intents and purposes, an enthusiastic and proud whore, and he loved that for himself. Not only was sex fun, pleasurable, and intimate, it also was one of the few things that could quiet his brain, however briefly.
Those moments of calm, quiet reprieve after a toe-curling orgasm offered Gem some much needed peace from his own overstimulating mind. Blissful seconds where he could simplybe, where he could float in nothingness, where his soul could rest.
Sure, the physical pleasure was a huge bonus, don’t get him wrong, but the quiet… oh, the quiet.
“Fuck, your mouth looks pretty wrapped around my dick,” the Lupyn said, pulling Gem out of his inner monologue. He’d gotten lost inside his own head again, and for a moment, he’d completely forgotten about the Lupyn—Dryl or Derk or Donk? Honestly, he couldn’t remember the stranger’s name—and yet, he’d continued working his dick on muscle memory alone. Gem was rather impressed with himself.
Slurping up and off Drago’s cock, Gem smiled alluringly up at him, rubbing a thumb along the knot already forming at his base. “My mouth looks pretty all the time, baby. But I’m kind of a slut for compliments, so keepthem coming.”
The Lupyn flashed canines as his fingers tightened in Gem’s hair. “I didn’t say you could talk.”
Annoyance flared in Gem’s chest, but he kept his smile firmly in place. It was comical the way this man thoughthewas the one in charge here when Gem had him by the balls. Literally.
“I never said you could tell me what to do,” Gem purred back, moving his hands to Dryn’s forearms, thighs, and chest.
Faster than the Lupyn could blink, Gem had him pinned down, bringing a surprised grunt from him. Smile sharp and sweet, Gem used his free hand to capture the Lupyn’s sack and squeeze just shy of too tight. He yelped and jerked, but Gem had him immobile now, right where he wanted him.
“You look so pretty like this,” Gem offered his words back to him. “Now, be a good boy and say ‘thank you,’ for what I deign to give you.”
Dipi’s throat bobbed, but he eventually nodded. “Thank you.”
“Better.” Gem winked at him, then lowered his head to take that thick cock back into his mouth. Before he could, a knock sounded at his front door, and he hesitated.
Seriously? Things were just getting good.
Since he wanted to get back to business, turning the Lupyn before him into a begging puddle, Gen decided to ignore the knock. It wasn’t Toni—that bitch never knocked. He’d just barge in, using his key, and then complain loudly about whatever traumatizing scenario he found inside. And if it was anyone super important, they would have called first.
Ugh, it was probably his neighbor, Belami. He was always interrupting Gem’s sexscapades because someone—usually Gem—was screaming too loud. Or whatever bullshit reasons he gave. Gem had a feeling Belami was just jealous that he’d never taken the Spryte for a ride.
Another knock sounded, harder than the first one, and the fur on Gem’s legs and arms vibrated with an irritated hum. Belami’s jealousy was funny some of the time, but Gem did not appreciate being interrupted, especially during a blowjob. Did people have no common decency anymore? Honestly!
A third knock, more desperate this time, ruined the moment, and Gem leaned back, releasing the Lupyn with a wordless snarl of annoyance. “Give me a second,” he said as he sinuously rose and rounded the couch, grabbing his silk robe from where it lay draped over the room partition.
“What?” the Lupyn said, dazed and out of breath. “Are you serious?”
When the person at the front door knocked again, Gem gestured in that direction with one hand as he secured the robe to cover his lingerie booty shorts with two others. “Not my fault my neighbor is a jealous freak. Give me two seconds.”
The Lupyn—Derft? Seriously, what was his name?—huffed and grumbled like a child, and Gem grimaced. He didn’t like whiny guys. There was only room for one diva in his life, and he was unwilling to give up that title.
“Coming,” he called when someone knockedagain.
“At least someone is,” the Lupyn muttered, and another wave ofickwashed over Gem.
