“THISISgetting ridiculous,” I said as I flopped onto my back and sucked air into my burning lungs.
“What?” Korban sounded just as breathless.
“I don’t think it’s normal for people to, uh”—I tried to think of the right words—“spend this much time in bed.”
“I know.” He flung both arms out to his sides, landing one hand on my sweaty thigh. Then he skated it up to my groin and cupped my balls. “I feel sorry for them.”
I coughed out a laugh.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head. “What do you want to do now?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I just thought we could do something new.”
“Something new?”
“Yes.” Not that what we’d been doing wasn’t good. It had beenreallygood. But I was starting to get dehydrated.
“Umm, I saw this movie where one guy was leaning against the wall and the other guy was doing a handstand, so they were, like, face to dick and they sucked each other off. Like a standing-up sixty-nine.” He rolled onto his side, propped his elbow on the bed, and rested his head on his hand. “We could do that.”
That was not at all what I meant. I had been thinking cards or a movie. “I don’t think that’s—”
“No? Okay. I have another one,” he said excitedly, making me wonder how he had any energy left after the long day we’d had—we’d seen his uncle and other pack members, gone grocery shopping, and then spent the previous hour mauling each other. “In another movie, one guy was bent in half with his shoulders on the floor and his ankles practically pinned to his ears. Then the other guy was squatting over him and pushing his dick inside his hole.” He looked at me expectantly. “That’s an option too.”
“Please tell me you’re joking around,” I said, trying to remove the images he was painting from my mind.
“That one’s not good either? No worries, I’m sure I can think of more.” He pressed his lips together and wrinkled his brow. “I know. Do you have a weight bench, duct tape, and an ice bucket?”
I absolutely did not want to let him finish that description.
“I think the ways we’ve been doing it are perfect. Plus, they involve a bed, which is more comfortable than the floor, and they require considerably less acrobatics and no props.”
“Then why did you ask for ideas of what to do?”
“I wasn’t asking for ideas of how to have sex!”
“Oh, thank God.” He sighed in relief. “I was worried one of us would sprain something. Plus, I’m all out of suggestions.”
My stomach picked that moment to growl. “I think that’s for the best.” I turned onto my side and caressed his hip. “Besides, my stomach just piped in with a great suggestion about what we should do.” I kissed his chin and then sat up. “We need to make dinner so we can replenish all the calories we burned.”
“Good call. Plus, we’ll need to stock up on more calories so we can burn them tonight.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Have I mentioned how much I love your sex drive?”
“Remember you said that when our dicks are falling off from overuse,” I said as I got out of bed.
He knee-walked on the bed over to me, cupped my balls and flaccid dick, and nuzzled my neck. “It won’t fall off. Worst thing that can happen is a little chafing.”
“Hmm.” I pressed my lips together and pretended to think that over. “Chafing?”
“Yup.” He dipped his head. “And I’ll kiss it and make it better.” His blue eyes twinkled. “See? Totally worth it.”
I snorted in amusement. “I agree, but there is no way I’m getting it up again right now. My stomach won’t stop growling, and these hunger pangs are like ice picks stabbing into my gut, so we need to put all potentially genital-injuring activities aside until after dinner.”
He squeezed my package. “Or I can kiss it now.”
Moaning, I stepped away before he proved me and medical science wrong by making me hard yet again. “We have to eat. You take a shower first and I’ll work on making dinner. Then when you’re done, we can switch.”
