I don’t even have to think about it. “Your tongue on my clit.”
“I’d lick that clit so good for you. Then I’d make you suck on my finger, getting it good and wet so I could slide it into your ass. I promise it would make everything feel so much better.”
I’ve never done that before, but he makes it sound so enticing.
“Would you let me do that for you?” he continues.
“Yes,” I gasp, needing more.
“Fuck, I’m close. I wanna come with you. Move that hand down to your clit. Show me how you touch yourself.”
I let go of my breast and bring my hand all the way down to my pussy, letting my fingers slide through my folds.
“There you go,” he whispers. “Get those fingers nice and wet first.”
The instant my fingers graze over my clit, a shiver of relief rushes through me, but it’s gone too fast, just a fleeting taste. The ache only sharpens as I circle back, building heat with every stroke. I keep moving, slow and steady, the pressure climbing, while he watches, fist working his cock in time with the rhythm of my hand.
“I’m close,” I pant as I go quicker, chasing the sweet relief.
“Me too,” he says on a heavy breath. “I’m barely hanging on. Come with me.”
He groans and grunts as he pumps thick white shots of cum all over his stomach. The visual is too hot for me to hang on for a moment longer. I follow him into oblivion as my own orgasm takes over, and I spasm repeatedly, soaking my fingers and thighs with my own release.
We lie flat on the couch, breaths coming jagged and uneven. After a beat of silence, we know we have to say goodbye. It’s getting late, and we made a mess on ourselves.
Just when I think he can’t do anything else tonight that will take me by surprise, he proves me wrong.
“Good night, beautiful,” he says softly. “I’ll dream of you tonight.”
Chapter Twenty
Walker
Isit at a table in a low-key bar in Manhattan as I wait for the guys to show up. My buddy Colton asked for a happy hour to get the guys together. I originally declined until Eva told me to get my butt out with the guys and that she would stop over and hang with Eli and Addie until I got home.
I was still hesitant this morning while I was on the phone with her. Mrs. M, not subtle in her eavesdropping, told me I should do it. She said not letting myself take breaks from work or parenting wasn’t good for me and that Eli needed a father who was happy and healthy.
I’m doing my best to take advice from the people that I trust, so even though I was skeptical, I agreed.
Lincoln is the first one to show up. His wife, Kylie, is at home with their baby boy, who is about to turn one soon.
Roman walks in moments later.
We order our drinks as we wait for the rest of the gang to show up. There are six of us. We all went to college together here in NYC. Lincoln is the CEO of a major airline company, Romanowns several high-end hotels across the globe, Colton is a doctor in oncology, and then Sawyer and Dean own a massive tech company.
“Why does it feel like it’s been years since the six of us have gotten a drink together?” Lincoln asks as he takes a sip of his whiskey.
Roman laughs. “Because there’s always one of us missing. Life, man—it only gets crazier.”
“Speaking of,” Lincoln replies, “how is Addie doing?”
Roman steals a glance my way first, no doubt wondering if I’m going to step in and tell Lincoln about Eli. I will. I’m just waiting for everyone to get here.
Sawyer and Dean come in next, the most casually dressed out of the five of us. Typically, tech guys don’t have to worry about playing the part.
“It’s about damn time I saw your face.” Sawyer clips Roman on the back. “You look good for an old man.”
Roman scoffs. “I can’t wait until you fall in love and have kids. I’ve got an endless list of jokes that I’m patiently waiting to use.”
