Chapter 46

Tank

Goddamn, I'm having the best dream ever. Blaze's hand is on my boxers, cupping my dick with her small hand. It hasn't seen action since the last time she and I were together six months ago, so it's got a mind of its own.

Not to say I haven't jerked it. I have, but there's no one who can get me off the way she does. Blaze isn't one of those let's do it in the dark with the lights off on days that start in T kind of women. She's very sexually aware and knows exactly what she wants. No playing coy with her, she'd much rather grab you by the balls and stick her finger up your ass to make sure you get off hard.

Which is why, when I realize this isn't a dream and her hand is actually down my boxers wrapped around my cock, I have to put my own hand down there and grip the base to keep from coming.

"Holy shit," the oath is ripped from my throat as I groan, forcing my eyes open against the lingering effects of the painkillers. "Blaze, I'm gonna come," I grit my teeth against the n