I’m sure she sucked his cock, she always does. “Were you ok with going to his house?” I asked in between kisses.“Yes,” She replied. “We...��re going to do it again.” My left hand clawed her tits under her shirt, while I jacked myself. “Can I go in you now? I asked – or begged. “I don’t think so, “She replied. “I had a lot of sex and I’m kind of sore.” She continued, “You can stick your tongue inside me – but stay away from clit,” She suggested and reiterated. I really wanted to be inside. I turned to look at the source of the offensive sound. She was bleached blonde, unnaturally tanned, and had on a shirt she was calling a dress. I jerked my chin up, ”Sup?’ ‘Never seen you here before,’ she trilled. ‘Nope.’ ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Ben.’ ‘Ben, don’t you wanna ask my name?’ She gave me a sexy smile. ‘Nope,’ I responded with a smirk of my own. She looked affronted. ‘Why not?’ ‘Don’t need to know your name to fuck you, babe.’ Yeah. It was an asshole move, but it set the mood for what. She felt nausea creep through her stomach, serving to remind her of the other secret she was even now keeping from him…but it was not the time for this. What could she have done? Stayed and fought…what had happened to all the hatred she once held for the Karsh? ‘Jolen, could you ha’ fought the Sparra? Could you kill those as were yo own blood?’ Jolen’s eyes remained hard and remote, building an ache in her for his warmth and understanding. ‘I have,’ He murmured. ‘I have had to slay some of my. He heads to the bathroom to wash up and just looks at you. “Something I can help you with sir?” you say to him. “Maybe later miss” he replies. As he closes the door behind him you think of those eyes again. He was leering at you some, but you noticed his gaze was soft. Not the hard gaze of a man bent on carnal pleasure, but a lover admiring his partner’s form. All the thoughts race in your mind again about how things have gone. You forget the fact you hands are running all over you shape in.