Page 26 of Make Me Laugh

When she speaks, her voice sounds euphoric, like she’s holding onto this soft moment before it disappears. “Fuck,” she shivers, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “My record is four.”

I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around before switching to the other with a bit more aggression. Joey hisses when I bite down on the delicate skin around the metal bar of her piercing.

Tossing her back on the bed, I climb between her legs. “We’re breaking that record.” My voice is calm, clear, and confident.

I’m not sure she believes I can do it until orgasm four, where I push her legs against her chest, hold firm at her knees, and fuck her so hard I can feel my myself in the lower part of her stomach when I rest my hand there.

I come with her for orgasm five, ripping the condom off and shooting across her stomach.

Then for dessert, I bring Joey to a sixth orgasm with nothing but my mouth, lapping up the mess I made like a starved animal.

CHAPTER TEN

THE ONE WITH THE GRAY SWEATPANTS

Comment: Girl, are you and @WestParkerComedy together?!

Comment reply: Y’all didn’t have to doxx Hex like this tho…

Comment reply: No one can say she’s ugly under the mask now cuz DAMN HEX

Water. I need water.

I peel one eye open and it takes me a moment to register why it’s so bright in my bedroom. My other eye pops open, and I push up to my elbows.

My sheets aren’t white. My bedroom isn’t this bright. And whose hand is on my—Oh, my god.

Last night comes rushing back when my eyes land on the most glorious back I’ve ever seen in my life.

Who knew a back could look that good? Who knew a man could look that good?

“Fuck,” I whisper.

West’s face is buried in a pile of pillows, the bed sheets barely covering what is also the best ass I’ve ever seen. On a man.

I have no idea what time it is or when I passed out. All I remember is feeling sated and sleepy after adding two more orgasms to my record.

Six. Six fucking orgasms!

I go over the list of drinks I had last night, realizing how low the number is. If I’m being honest, the last shot I took last night had done nothing but enhance West’s touch.

Holy fucking shit. This twenty-five-year-old just raised the bar so goddamn high I’ll be searching my entire life for someone who can give me that many orgasms in one night.

I’ll be old and single like Hilda before that happens.

I slowly climb off the bed, careful not to shake the mattress. I need to get out of here before he wakes up. I cannot have a morning-after moment with this man.

My purse is in the same spot I deposited it last night. I tiptoe over still completely naked, rummaging through to find my phone. It’s at 2%. No chance it’ll survive long enough to request a ride. I toss it back into my bag and glance down at myself.

Even with ink covering most of my skin, I can see the scattered bruises starting to appear between my tattoos. Something tells me there might be a few on my neck too.

I shudder at the memory of his strong grip on my hips as he fucked me from behind. No, bad Jo.

It was a one-night stand, that’s all… but I don’t know how unlucky I must be to experience the best sex I’ve ever had and know it’s never going to happen again.

I take a deep breath and go through a list of all the reasons it’s a terrible idea to wake West up for round two while searching for water.

He’s almost seven years younger than me!