Chapter 34: Hendrix

Hendrix

Sunlight filtered through the curtains late the next day, rousing me from sleep. My eyes adjusted to the intrusion and I looked over at the nightstand, a bright red light confirming it was twenty past ten. I'd never slept in this late.

Not since college.

Nymph lay beside me on her stomach, one leg raised up with her hand resting below her cheek. Adorable with a hint of sexy once you looked lower and realized she wasn't wearing anything but a threadbare tank top and cheekies.

At once, I was hard. Throbbed beneath the cotton of my lounge pants.

Eyes set on the swell of her ass barely covered by the blanket, I pulled out my cock and stroked myself. Up, then down with a twist. Thumb across the slit, I spread the drop of pre-come there and used it as lubrication.

There was no denying that I was horny as fuck.

We'd gone straight to bed after dinner with the zoning commissioner and his wife. Two of the most uptight people I had ever met, and yet, they were putty in Beau's hands.

Hun