“Please.” She frantically reached down, needing to touch him. Her fingers brushed the hair at the back of his head and she almost jerked her hand away. It was a real fear that she might dig her fingernails into his scalp since she’d already done that to his bedding. Instead she fisted some of the silky strands and pleaded again, “Please, True.”

He growled and the vibrations nudged her over the edge where she’d been hovering near release. Her entire body shook from the force of ecstasy blasting through her from his mouth, spreading rapidly, straight to her brain. She cried out, not even sure what she said or if it even made sense. She didn’t care. Her entire world centered on the tip of True’s tongue as it performed tight circles over the most sensitive spot on her body. She cried out again as another blast of pleasure struck.

Her vaginal muscles trembled as she survived a second cl**ax, shocked he could make her come twice in rapid succession. “Stop,” she begged, unable to take any more. Her cl*t throbbed from oversensitivity.

He avoided playing with it again but his tongue explored lower, tracing over the seam of her sex. She eased her death grip on his hair once her body began to relax, her muscles turning lax after all the writhing she’d done.

“You are so sweet,” he groaned. “I want more.”

That was the only warning before his tongue penetrated her pu**y. She moaned at the pleasing sensation. He withdrew almost completely and released her thighs. She thought he might rise and adjust his body over hers to find his own release. It was exciting and she longed to know how it would feel to be joined with True. All the fantasizing she’d done about having him inside her would finally become reality. She opened her eyes, peering down at him when he lifted his head. She had to let go of his hair.

The expression on his face made her start. She would have sworn he was enraged. “What’s wrong? Did I pull your hair? I didn’t mean to.”

“You’re tight.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Most guys like that, right? It had been a while since she’d had sex though. Things could have changed.

“It is right now. I’m so hard I could volunteer to be a jackhammer to break up concrete.” He tucked his head, looking away, and she noticed his knuckles had whitened from how tightly he clutched the edge of the mattress. “I also might need to cut off my pants. My dick is trapped between the material and my thigh. I need to buy a larger size to accommodate it if you stay here for long.”

His sense of humor was unexpected and she grinned, feeling extremely cheerful after he’d just given her the best orgasms of her life. It took effort to move when she really just wanted to melt into his bed but she sat up. His lips were parted, revealing the tips of his sharp canines. It was amazing he hadn’t accidentally nipped her with them, something she hadn’t thought of until that second.

“I’ll help you get out of them.”

His head snapped up. “Don’t touch me.”

Her humor vanished, replaced by concern. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

She’d thought he’d been teasing but she’d been wrong. It was pain, not anger, harshening his features. “Oh wow, True.” She couldn’t get a look at his lap since he was on his knees beside the bed. She scrambled to the other side, slid off and approached him from the side.

“Stay back.”

She paused, studying his body. He was on his knees with his h*ps pressed against the side of the bed. He still kept a death grip on the edge of the mattress. “Just unzip your pants and we’ll tug them down until you’re free.”

“Just go into the bathroom and close the door.”

What is it with him wanting me to go into that room? She didn’t ask. “I’m not leaving you to deal with this alone.”

He closed his eyes. “I need you to get away from me for at least ten minutes.”

Jeanie’s feelings would have been hurt if she’d thought he was saying it to be mean. He wasn’t. “Why?”

“My body will relax without you here and I’ll be able to get my pants off then.”

“You’re seriously, um, stuck?” She tried to figure out how. It should be as simple as what she’d suggested.

“Please,” he rasped. “Go take a shower.”

“No.” She eased forward a little. “I’m going to scoot down there with you. Can you turn a little? Let me see the problem and I’m sure I can think of something.” She hoped it just felt as if his penis was stuck because the material had tightened around whatever side he tucked on. “Or you can tell me where some scissors are. I can cut down the side of the seam.”

“No. Just go into the other room.”

The doorbell rang. Jeanie started at the sudden noise but True’s reaction was much worse. He snarled as his head jerked up, eyes snapping open to glare in the direction of the living room. “Fuck!”

“You can’t go get that. Should I? I’ll tell them you’re busy or taking a shower.” She highly doubted he’d want anyone to know what had him incapacitated. “Unless you think I should tell them the truth and they can help you.”

“Don’t go out there. Ignore it.”

“What if it’s important?”

“Go shower.”

“Damn, you’re stubborn. Would you leave me if I were in a bind?” She regretted saying that last word. “Sorry. Bad, unintended pun. This is ridiculous. You just were face-planted in my private parts. We’ve passed the point of modesty. Let me see the problem and we can find a solution.”