Each time I suck a little harder, make him wetter, and take him deeper.
And his groans grow deeper. And longer. As does his hot, throbbing cock.
Sweet, thin saliva slews into my mouth as a gobble along his shaft. When I get his bulb to graze the back of my throat, it gushes and covers him. Now he tastes even better. Because he tastes of me as well as him.
When he starts to drive in and I rest a hand on his thigh, giving him a gentle squeeze if he might be about to go too deep or too hard. Opening wide and relaxing as much as I can, I let him over the ledge and suck, holding him there for a moment. There’s a whole new kind of thrill there. Then I take him into the grip of my throat. Gradually at first, though he shakes with excitement from the very start.
When I know I can take him all the way in, comfortably, I let him quicken and go harder. I love the feeling of having him so completely inside my mouth while his tongue and his athletic lips are pitching me from one cresting a wave of orgasm to another.
When I get my nose all the way to his ball sack, his hips buck and he grips my hair. I squeeze his thigh to let him know it’s okay and he hammers in, blasting my throat with bolts of thick, salty cum.
Chapter 9 Christian
I fold myself around her. We nuzzle like spoons and doze. I didn’t ever feel this good before in my life. I’m certain I never felt this comfortable with another human being.
When she wakes, she smiles. I love that. She says she’s hungry and offers to nuke the pizza. “Must be cold, right?”
I hate food that’s been microwaved. Reminds me of the desert. I just tell her I like it cold. She shrugs.
I bring the pizzas from the kitchen and she eats hungrily.
She says, “Every girl should have a man like you around.” She looks up at me from her slice. Damn, I love her appetite. “I need a man like you, with me at all times.”
Chapter 10 Jessica
His smile is so relaxed and confident he makes me feel like nothing bad could ever happen while he’s around. In some ways he so assured. So self-possessed. In others, I don’t know…
“The way that you knocked Jake down,” I tell him, remembering it, I can’t help laughing, “He was really not expecting that,” I’m shaking my head on the last bubbling up. I see it making his eyes sparkle. Damn. Nice eyes.
I’m half way through thinking that I wish I had a man like him for keeps. But I can’t afford to think things like that. It’s good to have him here now. And it was really good to have him there this afternoon. What would Jake have done? It makes me terrified to think of it.
“He is a mean and vengeful asshole,” without thinking, I tell him, “I know that you can take care of yourself, there can’t be any doubt about that, but I tell you,” my voice lowers. “That man is a snake.”
He shrugs. That happy little hint of a smile, well, I saw him knock Jake down. His confidence makes me feel safe.
I say, “I really wouldn’t put it past him to come running after you with… Something heavier than his fists.”
He doesn’t care. “I’ve met men like him before.”
I have to tell him. He’s entitled to know something. “My sister, Tandi is Mimi’s mom.”
“You don’t have to make confessions, spill family secrets to me. Seriously. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
“You know what, I’d feel better if I could tell somebody. Only,” I search his eyes, “if that’s your way of telling me you don’t want to know, I wouldn’t blame you. I don’t know what it looks like from outside, but I’m sure it doesn’t look like a pretty picture. And it’s not.”
“What I can see is the prettiest picture.” Is looking right at me.
I’m hiding my face, shy. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I do. It’s the truth.”
I want to just stay in this moment. I want to take his hand, stay looking in his eyes. Have him looking in mine. Maybe we could get a little closer. That would be nice. In another world.
It must be scrambling my brains, having a man so hot in my tiny little apartment. It makes me wish I could show him something different.
“My sister went to jail. She was convicted of possession of methamphetamine.” I’m struggling to keep my voice steady. I’ve never told it to anybody that way before. “She was convicted as a dealer. Unless something miraculous happens, she will be away for a very long time.”
“And you will take care of Mimi?”
“Who wouldn’t? Mimi’s great. She’s the best thing in this whole, sorry, sordid affair.” I’m not going to cry. I am absolutely not going to cry.
“Tandi, my sister, the drugs were found in the kitchen. A panel behind the sink had been taken out, the drugs were hidden behind it. That’s a regular thing that drug dealers do, apparently. Tandi had no idea they were there.” My voice cracks. “She had no idea that the slimeball was a drug dealer.”
“He stashed them in her apartment, not his, right?”
I just nod.
“And he let her go down for him?” His voice is hollow.
I shake my head with a dry laugh. “I think you just about got the measure of Jake.”
“The mother of his lovely little daughter. He let her go to jail. And she had to get a restraining order to keep them away from Mimi.”
“He’s
