“Absolutely.”
“Good,” she declares as she turns back around to face me and then drops to her knees. “Now let me give you the other part of your present.”
“Sydney, you don’t have to …” My hands grip the counter behind me as her fingers undo the string on the waistband of my basketball shorts.
“I know I don’t, Javi. But this arrangement can’t just benefit me.”
“Believe me, it doesn’t.”
“Well, sometimes I like a little control too. So shut up and let me put your dick in my mouth.”
I groan as she pushes my shorts down, freeing my cock. I didn’t bother with underwear since I was home alone. Sydney’s eyes light up as she flicks her tongue along the head of my dick before swirling it around and then taking me into her mouth. Fuck, she’s wet and hot and the noises she’s making as if she’s enjoying this more than me has me fighting off an orgasm almost instantly.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s good.” My hand finds her hair and grips a handful of it, gently guiding her up and down my length as I watch her work me over with her mouth. Her hair is still damp from her shower, her face free of makeup, and even though my dick is currently sliding over her tongue and between her lips, I take a moment to appreciate her natural beauty.
She grips the base of my shaft to work me simultaneously with her hand and mouth, teasing me with short flicks and swirling her tongue again around my head before taking me back as far as she can. I see her gag, but it doesn’t stop her and she continues to suck me, increasing the suction with each stroke.
And I feel it—the tingle in my spine, the draw of my balls moving up in my body, the warning signs of my orgasm coming on strong.
“Sydney,” I warn while trying to hold off, almost holding my breath as I continue to watch her. “I’m gonna come, babe …”
She moans and nods with my dick in her mouth, giving me permission to let go. And with a few more strokes, I detonate, releasing my orgasm down her throat, watching her close her eyes and take it all, which is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed. I never pegged her for a swallower, but apparently this woman is full of surprises.
She slowly releases me from the silkiness of her lips and then peers up at me beneath her dark lashes with a pleased grin on her face.
“Fuck, Princess. I don’t even want to know how you learned to give head like that.”
A small chuckle passes through her lips before she rises and wipes her mouth with her hand. “Honestly, I’m not sure either. I’m not really a fan of doing that. But for some reason,” she pauses and shakes her head at me, “putting your cock in my mouth is all I’ve been able to think about all day.”
“Jesus …”
“But now, I just want more Chinese food.” She giggles and then moves back to the food, opening up the remaining boxes. With a peek over her shoulder, she asks me, “You’re going to join me, right?”
Still trying to gain my bearings and realizing I’m standing there with my shorts around my ankles, I nod and then right myself, walking across the kitchen on shaky legs to the cabinet where I keep my plates. I grab two forks as well and then join Sydney at the kitchen island, serving up a plate full of food.
“Okay, Javi. You were right. This food is amazing. The shrimp with lobster sauce? I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Told you. Panda Express is swill compared to this.” I take a bite of my spring roll and then twirl my noodles around my fork in my chow mein, waiting until I’m done chewing to take a bite.
“Definitely not the same, but it gets the job done in a pinch. Are there any other restaurants around town that I should know about …” she continues just as there’s a knock at my door.
We both freeze, our eyes locking and my heart pounding in my chest as I stare at Sydney standing in front of me in hot pink lingerie with her fork poised in front of her mouth.
“Javi, open up!” My sister’s voice travels through the door as both of our eyes go wide.
“Fuck.” I drop my fork on the plate and then scramble to clean up the mess while Sydney visibly relaxes and her face falls.
“What’s wrong?”
“My sister is here.”
“Okay …”
“You need to hide.”
“Javi,” she says, reaching for my arm and halting my movements. “Even if I do, my car is outside so they know I’m here. Are you …” she trails off again, dropping her eyes to the floor. “Are you embarrassed that I’m here?”
“What?” I bark out a little more harshly that I intended. “No.” I’m just more terrified of the shit talking that will commence after you leave. I’m fairly certain my sister has seen Sydney’s car here over the past few weeks, so she must know I’ve had company.
“Then why do I have to hide?”
“I just thought … I thought you wouldn’t want them to know that we’re …”
“Sleeping together?”
Another knock on the door pulls my eyes across the room. “Javi! I know you’re home. The light is on. I just need to talk to you for a second.”
I roll my eyes and turn back to Sydney who has now put her coat back on. “What are you doing?”
“Well, I can’t very well have your sister seeing me dressed in what I’m wearing underneath this.” She swats my chest playfully and then moves for the door. I watch stunned as Sydney turns the knob and pulls the door open, where Selena and Andre are standing, both of their brows rising when they see who is on the other
