“You’re doing just fine,” I reassure him, patting his hand.
Suddenly, an idea sparks to life, and even though I definitely shouldn’t, I’m definitely gonna.
Glancing around the empty store, the moment he throws all the trash in the bin, I reach for his hand. He seems a little hesitant at first, but follows behind me as I guide him toward the dressing rooms. Even though he’s most certainly a little uncomfortable as I lead him through the masses of panties, he doesn’t say a word.
Not until I open the dressing room curtain and motion for him to step inside.
“Uh, Freedom?” he asks, giving me a look of both concern and horror.
I offer him my sweetest grin with devil horns and pull him completely inside. “Come on, Sammy. Live a little.” Then, I push against his shoulders until he plops down on the small bench.
The surprised look on his face makes me smile even wider. “Wh-what are you doing?”
Before he can process what I’m doing, I drop to my knees between his legs and run my hands up his thighs. “I’m saying thank you for lunch.”
“Thank you?” he asks, and then like the flip of a switch, he must realize what I mean. “What? Freedom! You can’t do that here,” he scolds, his voice low and harsh, yet there’s no denying the hint of excitement in his eyes.
“I can, and I will,” I tell him, reaching up to unfasten his belt. He doesn’t argue, but he doesn’t really assist either. He seems torn between what’s right (not receiving a blowie in his sister’s shop’s dressing room) and what’s wrong (enjoying the hell out of a blowie in his sister’s shop’s dressing room).
When I get his pants undone, and I need his assistance to get them down past his hips, he finally speaks again. “I’m not sure about this, Freedom.” His voice is still low, like a whisper, but there’s a definite current of desire with it.
“All you have to do sit still there for a few minutes. I realized I’ve never really done this to you, and I really, really want to wrap my mouth around your cock right now and suck you off.”
His eyes widen and darken, his cock jumps in his pants. “See? He wants to come out and play too,” I add, running my palm over the entire hard length of his erection.
“Shit,” he mumbles. “But, what about…what about Harper? Or a customer?”
I blow out a breath. “I’ll be able to hear the bell over the door. Plus, we’ll be done before she gets back, if you’d actually take off your pants and let me get started.”
As I stroke him through his trousers a few more times, I can see the moment I win the battle. He sags against the wall and he closes his eyes with a deep exhale. Then, he reaches down, lifts his hips, and helps remove his pants and tighty-whities.
Leaning forward, I waste no time. I take his long, hard cock in my hands and bend down. I lick the tip, tasting the salty wetness seeping from his erection, before taking him down my throat. A gasp fills the small space as his hips flex. “Shit,” he mumbles.
With a sassy grin, I tell him, “Hang on, Sammy. This is going to be a wild and fast ride.”
Chapter Nineteen
Samuel
Fast and wild.
No shit.
I can barely breathe as she wraps her mouth around my dick and practically swallows it whole. “Jesus.” I gasp, trying to pay attention for the bell, listen for my sister’s arrival, and watch as Freedom tries to devour my cock as if it were the main course in Nathan’s Hotdog Eating Contest.
Then she reaches down and strokes my balls. My hips thrust upward, all on their own, as I try for a little more of that sweet friction her mouth creates. It’s amazing, like her, especially when she palms my balls and squeezes. Not hard, but enough that I feel electricity spread through my blood.
Freedom continues to work me over, stroking long and firmly with her hand and taking as much of me into her mouth and throat as she can. And my eyes? They’re transfixed on her. Her movements, her mouth, the way her throat bobs as she swallows and gasps for air. And her eyes? They’re locked on my face the entire time. Something passes between us as our gaze locks.
Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock. It tickles, but the good tickle, and I feel it in my balls. They draw up and my orgasm is just within grasp. I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten off so quickly before by blowjob. But with Freedom? I’m ready to blow in less than two minutes.
That’s when she goes for broke. She takes me as far as she possibly can and with a single finger, strokes and presses into this spot just behind my balls. I erupt. Her throat constricts around me as she strokes my cock with one hand and rubs behind my balls with the other. I don’t even have time to warn her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her eyes lock on mine once more as I rock my hips and empty myself down her throat. Even after I’m left with nothing but trembles, she watches me, and I her.
She gently slides my cock from her mouth, licking and sucking off any remaining wetness as she goes. I sag against the wall, thankful it’s there to help keep me from falling to the ground. I’m suddenly boneless and spent, my body completely sated and happy. “Shit,” I grumble, closing my eyes.
After a few seconds, Freedom giggles. “I knew that would work.”
I open my eyes and glance her way. “Knew what would work?” I ask, finally recalling I’m sitting in my sister’s dressing room with my softening cock hanging out.
As I stand up and start to pull up my pants, she laughs again, righting her long skirt and straightening
