Role Play - Alison Hendricks Page 0,21

deserved to know when it felt that amazing.

I squeezed around him, reveling in his shudders and stuttered moans as I did so. Finally, he all but collapsed atop me, the heat from his body reaching me, the feeling of his weight something still so reassuring somehow.

We lay like that for what could have been hours or just minutes. I couldn't be sure anymore. It was long enough to catch our breath and a little longer besides while my mind raced. Was this a one-off thing? It probably was, wasn't it? Guys hooked up and moved on all the time.

Maybe another match on Grindr would be just as good as HelpingHands, but somehow I doubted that.

He let out a groan and shifted off and out of me, pushing himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. I heard him take the condom off and dispose of it, and I rolled onto my back, my hand over my still-racing heart.

"That was..."

I let out a breathless laugh, because I didn't have words either. I wanted to tell him that was my first time with another man, and he'd made it absolutely unforgettable, but I didn't think that would go over well. Before I could say anything, though, his phone started to ring.

At first, he ignored it. I got firsthand view of his tight ass as he rose from the bed and started to stride toward the bathroom. But when the caller immediately tried again, he finally looked at the display.

"Fuck, I have to take this," he said, a sudden panic in his features.

"Yeah, of course."

To the hotel's credit, the bathroom door was thick enough that I couldn't hear every word of his conversation. Something about a kid who was having a meltdown? God, was he talking to his wife?

My stomach churned. It was amazing how quickly the good vibes could be sucked out of a situation just by the thought that I was helping someone cheat. When he came back out, his gaze was distant, his mind obviously not here.

He finally looked at me and I tried to give a reassuring smile behind the bandana.

"Go. Whatever it is, it's obviously important."

"Thanks," he said hurriedly. "I..."

I had no idea what he wanted to say there, and I was never going to find out. He dressed quickly, then hurried out of the hotel room, leaving me mostly naked, my stomach sticky with my own cooling cum.

8

Reuben

I raced straight from the hotel to Mega Comics, speeding down Newberry Road. Pulling into the parking lot, I could already see Ruth and David, my nephew sitting on the curb, hands over his ears as he rocked back and forth.

"Fuck," I breathed, barely wheeling my car into a space and throwing it in park before I leapt out. "David, are you okay?"

He was mumbling something, repeating it over and over. I couldn't hear the words, and what little I caught I didn't understand. I knew I wasn't going to be able to talk to him about this until he calmed down.

"What happened?" I asked my sister, standing in the parking lot while she stood helplessly beside David on the curb.

"The owner said there was some kind of disagreement over the rules? I'm not sure. But you know how David gets about those things, and when people kept pushing, he just..."

I came very close to yelling at my sister that she should have been watching more closely; she should have tried to deescalate the situation. But I knew this wasn't Ruth's fault, and I was finally able to understand what David was repeating.

"Fireball has a material component. Bat guano and sulfur. You have to have bat guano and sulfur to cast it."

I still had no idea what any of that meant, but I could guess it was the rule he'd defended in front of the others.

The bell rang on the shop door and a man stepped out. Tall, in his late thirties with long hair tied back in a ponytail. I'd seen him before and recognized him as one of the staff. He always smelled of incense, just like the shop itself.

"Hey, I'm sorry about all that. The guys who usually play aren't used to worrying about reagents for spells," he said, giving David a pitying look. "I should have made you guys aware of some house rules."

"It's not your fault," I was quick to say. "He'll be okay, I just need to get him home."

David was still rocking, still repeating those rules. His hands were pressed tight