“You look so pretty with my cum coating you.”
He leans down, thumbing some of his cum off me then bringing it to my lips. I suck it between my lips, popping off when I finish. He grins at me before leaning in to give me a kiss.
He grabs his sweatpants and uses the fabric to wipe off the remaining cum on me.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” He gives me his hand and pulls me up.
We begin to head to the door when someone starts banging on it. I startle, and Aleks positions me behind his back.
Jackson opens the door, takes one look at Aleks standing there naked, swears, and slams it shut. I fall to the ground in hysterics, clutching my chest.
The door reopens, and a pair of sweatpants are flung inside before it closes again. Aleks steps into them and cracks open the door, leaning against the frame.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah, asshole. You told your stream you would be back five minutes ago.”
“Shit.”
Aleks scrambles to his desk, flinging himself into his chair as he turns his mic back on.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. Shield was reciting me a love poem, and I had to let him down gently. It took a little longer than I anticipated to soothe his hurt.”
Jackson rolls his eyes then spots me on the ground, trying to rein in my laughter. His eyes widen, and he brings his hands up to cover his face.
I’m still in my outfit, and I’m guessing my face looks like a complete mess. I sober myself and stand up, popping a quick kiss on Aleks’ temple before slinking out the door and shutting it behind me. I give Jackson a pat on the back as I step around him to head into our bedroom.
I don’t really mind that Jackson saw me in my lingerie, it’s a cute as hell set. More people should see it, honestly. But I’m not going to walk around in it if it makes him uncomfortable. Plus, I have a feeling Aleks wants to keep it all to himself.
I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. My mascara is smeared all under my eyes, and there is dried cum everywhere, even on my breasts.
It should look awful, but I feel like sex on a stick right now.
I turn the heat way up in his shower. Honestly, the reason why I stay at Aleks’ half the time is because his shower is pure heaven. If I could transport it to my place, I would. There are jets along the side, and a rainfall showerhead in the center.
I tie my hair in a bun and step into the steam, letting the hot water pour down my body. The heat stings my sore ass slightly as I wash off, using his pine-scented body wash. I’ve never bothered bringing my own shower stuff here; I prefer to use Aleks’. It makes me smell like him. I did, however, bring all my skincare items here. I clean my face three times before I feel confident there is no makeup or cum left.
Reluctantly, I step out of the warm shower and cocoon myself in one of Aleks’ fluffy towels. I dry and then turn around, standing on my tiptoes so I can admire my red ass in the mirror.
I wonder what other ways he can mark me.
TWENTY-EIGHT
* * *
ALEKS
“Finally.”
I roll my shoulders, tossing my headset to the side and shutting my system down for the night. It’s almost eleven, and I’m starving. I streamed longer to account for the break Stevie and I took earlier. I smirk at the memory. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
I open my door and a barrage of shouting flows from the living room.
They’re arguing. Again.
I step into the hallway, trying to discern what they could be bickering about now.
“You cheated,” Jackson accuses.
“You can’t even cheat at this game,” Stevie throws back.
“You can cheat at any game if you try hard enough,” Parker chimes in.
The three of them are sitting at the table we never use; it sits opposite the kitchen island, by the balcony door. Jackson is at the head, Stevie and Parker on either side of him. They’re holding cards, all looking at each other with pure venom.
“You’re just mad because you lost.” Stevie sticks her tongue out. She’s wearing another of my T-shirts, her hair in a messy bun, loose tendrils framing her face. She’s always effortlessly gorgeous.
“No, I’m mad that I didn’t win. Again.” Jackson tosses his cards on the table and looks up, spotting me heading over. He gives me a grunt. “Your girlfriend’s a cheater.”
I laugh at the fact that she has managed to ruffle his feathers. Jackson likes to keep his walls up, letting only a select few in. His default is protective and grumpy. The fact that he is volleying with her means the world to me. I already knew she got along with Parker, but to see her with Jackson releases tension I didn’t know I was carrying.
“Don’t listen to him. Your bird’s an absolute shark at cards.”
“Thanks, Parker.” She blows him a kiss before standing up to meet me in a hug.
“Want to join us? We’re playing Bluff.”
“Nah, you guys keep playing. I’m going to heat up some food and I’ll watch.” I give her a kiss on the top of her head before she sits back down.
I pull out some leftovers, reheating them before sitting next to Stevie.
I watch as she plays. Anyone can play Bluff so long as they can keep track of which cards they have, which they’ve bluffed, and what’s been played. Pro card players can impart odds and statistics onto it, but you don’t need that to be good. The real talent comes from how well you can lie, and Stevie has that in spades.
Jackson and Parker might be her friends now, but they can’t read her like I can; they haven’t been around her long enough. She gives nothing away, her tells are so small, even I take a while to recognize them. It’s clear how she keeps winning. Parker and Jackson give her a run for her money though. As shit as Parker was at conning Stevie at the party, he has one hell of a poker face when he’s prepared.
I watch as Stevie wins three rounds and Parker wins one. Jackson is livid at this point, but he’s never had much luck with card games.
“Alright, that’s it, I’m done.” Jackson pushes back from the table. “I’m going to bed. Night, cheaters.”
“We should play for money next time, Stevie.” Parker begins collecting the cards, putting the deck back together.
“I don’t know, Parker. I might just bet you for that Aprilia Aleks has been eying.”
“I think the Aprilia is cursed,” I mutter. “The second you bring it into a bet, everything turns to shit.”
“Well, I think it sounds like a fun idea.” Parker winks. “Next time.”
“Alright.” Stevie stretches her arms and nods her head at me. “Let’s head to bed.”
She takes my hand, and I let her lead me back to our room, leaving Parker to his own. I wash up and snuggle into bed next to her. Even though it’s a king, Stevie curls up against me. I run hot, but her body is cold enough that we cancel each other out. Exhaustion looms over me after the long week, the edges of sleep crawling in.
“Can I ask you a question?” Stevie’s voice breaks through.
“Sure.”
“How did you get into streaming?”
Ah. My origin story.