Page 58 of Dark Verse

I actually gasp because I’m getting the first real look at the size of him. I’m surprised at his boldness to send me a picture, but maybe I shouldn’t be. I stare at the picture. Like stare stare.

Knox is thick and long, with a wide vein running down the center of his cock. The close-up nature of the picture lets me see smaller veins branching from the larger one, like offshoots of a raging river. The skin of his cock is red, like every ounce of blood is currently being pumped to that extremity alone. There is a gentle but noticeable upward curve to his member. Damn, no wonder I’m walking a little sideways.

“Stop drooling, you idiot,” I say to myself under my breath. But I’m still staring. Long enough for him to send another text.

Knox: Where ru?

Me: Grabbing us some breakfast. Back soon, promise.

Knox: Mind if I take a quick shower?

Me: Towels in the hallway closet.

I glance up at the counter to see where they are in my order. Two down, two to go.

“Something good must be happening. I’ve never seen you look so pleased.”

“What?” I say, turning towards the male voice.

“I was saying that there must be something good happening on your phone. I’ve never seen you look so happy.”

I look the stranger up and down, trying to place him. He’s wearing a red tracksuit, white shoes, and a white hat, making him look like a candy cane.

“I’m sorry, do we know each other?”

His features have a vague familiarity to me, but I cannot fully place him.

“No, sorry. Name’s Jesse. I’m usually sitting over there in that corner most mornings, trying to thump out a screenplay.” He gestures over his shoulder to a laptop and a coffee mug.

“Right.”

“I’ve noticed you coming in the last few weeks. You’re an early riser, like me. You’re usually one of the first people in when they open at 6. Like me.”

“Yep,” I say noncommittally.

“In a little later than usual today, uh?” he observes.

“Busy work life,” I say curtly, not interested in engaging but not fully committed to being rude. I take a step towards the counter and see my last drink order is coming up.

“Yeah, what do you do?” he asks, seemingly undeterred.

“Mobile venue acquisitions manager.”

“Oh…that sounds…”

“Boring, I know,” I say. “But it pays the bills.”

Another employee appears from the kitchen with a large paper bag.

“Order for Raven,” he calls.

“Right here,” I step forward, taking my items. As I turn, I see Jesse is still standing there, looking like he has more to say. “Gotta go, busy, busy,” I say before he can open his mouth again.

I’m practically flying out the front door, nearly running into a sleepy-looking couple as they attempt to enter. The first man grabs his husband by the elbow and pulls him out of the way as the door flings open. I mouth sorry to them both but don’t slow my pace. I’m back in front of my apartment in half the time it took me to walk to the coffee shop. The sound of the shower is faint but noticeable as I step back into my flat, so I place the breakfast items on the counter and head down the hallway.

“Hey Knox,” I say loudly, giving the door a few quick raps. “I’m back.”

“Come in. I can’t really hear you,” he says loudly.