“I hate you so much right now,” I said, slowly reaching out for the other sandwich. It smelled so good. One of two things was going to happen. I would eat this and it would help, or I’d eat it and it would make me sick. I was definitely hoping for the former.
I nibbled and waited. Okay. I chewed and swallowed a tiny bite and paused to see what would happen. My stomach rolled a little, but nothing happened. I took another bite and then another until I’d finished the whole sandwich. It took me three times as long as it would normally, but it stayed down. I chased it with some of the potatoes in ketchup and a cup of coffee with two aspirin. Lucah also brought me a bottle of water from the fridge and set that in front of me.
“Feeling better?” he asked an hour later. He’d been silent for the most part and I was grateful. I seriously had to pee.
“Yup,” I said as I put my feet on the floor and shuffled to the bathroom. The food was staying down so I took a risk and went out to the living room and laid out on the couch. Lucah joined me with the water and more coffee.
Thankfully, April and Tate were going over to one of their friends’ homes for a playdate, so we didn’t have to be over at their house today.
Lucah and I had the whole day and then some to recover. I was going to need a lot more of that than he was, apparently.
“You need anything, Sunshine?” he asked, taking both of my feet into his lap to rub them. He did this all the time and I’d gotten used to it.
“Nope,” I said, my eyes closed. “I should be ready to run marathons and shit in no time.”
He laughed a little and I fell back asleep as he worked on my feet.
~*~*~
I didn’t wake up again until the early afternoon. Lucah wasn’t sitting with me and I looked up to find him cleaning the kitchen.
“Oh, I think I just came,” I said and he turned around.
“Is that all it takes now?” he asked, rinsing out the sponge he’d been using in the sink and then putting it in the dish drainer to dry.
“Mhmmm,” I said, biting my lip and nodding.
“Are you feeling that much better now?”
“Uh huh,” I said and he walked toward me like he was on a mission. God, he was so sexy. So sexy and all mine. MINE.
I was feeling so much better that when he reached me, I got off the couch and onto my knees. It was time for me to repay him for this morning and for taking care of me last night. Fair was fair.
He dug his hands into my hair as I undid the string of his pajama pants. Neither of us had put on real clothes today.
“I love you so much,” he said as I pulled his dick out and held it inches from my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked him ever so lightly, right on the tip. His entire body shuddered and his fingers dug into my scalp.
“More,” he said and I obliged. I did everything I could to make it as mind-blowing a blow job as I could. Judging by his reaction, I was succeeding. When he finally came down the back of my throat, he almost collapsed on me.
“I think you broke my brain,” he said as he slowly got down on his own knees so we were at eye level.
“Good. That was my plan,” I said, smiling at him.
“Now it’s my turn to break yours.” He dove at me and wrestled me onto the couch. Before my brain could register what was happening, my pants were down around my ankles, my legs were spread and his mouth was on me.
“Oh, fuck!” I screamed. Any remnants of my hangover were gone with the first stroke of his tongue.
~*~*~
“You’re really good with your tongue, Mr. Ginger,” I said as I lay on the couch. I was still all tingly from the orgasms.
“Thank you, future Mrs. Ginger. I’m very glad you think so. Otherwise I don’t know what I’d do.” Oh, I was sure he’d take some classes or study some literature. I giggled as I thought of Lucah doing tongue exercises in front of a mirror.
“What’s so funny?” he asked. I waved him off.
“Nothing, nothing.” He sat up and poked me in the shoulder.
“Tell me. Whatever it is has you smiling, so I want to know.” I stuck my tongue out at him and then told him. That had him laughing so hard that he threw his head back and his eyes crinkled all up. It was a full belly laugh that made me feel warm and gooey inside like a fresh-baked cookie.