She just looked at him. “Like a what?”
“Isn’t that what they call male prostitutes onLaw & Order?”
She wanted to laugh. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, you know what I mean.” His fingers gripping her wrists weren’t tight, and she lowered one hand to his fly while staring into his eyes. The light blue had definitely darkened, his pupils wide. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to apologize.”
“You, uh…” He stopped talking and let her go, his eyes wide as she slowly lowered to her knees. “You can’t… You can’t just expect…”
She unsnapped his jeans and unzipped him before tugging his jeans down to mid-thigh.
“I need you to…”
She pulled down his underwear and gripped his thick erection.
“I… I… You should, um, respect…”
She drew his cock to her parted lips and breathed over him.
He groaned and closed his eyes for a second before opening them to glare down at her. “You can’t just… Oh fuck.Do it.”
She took him between her lips, working to get around his thick girth. Mack was huge and growing as she started to bob over him. She closed her eyes, intent on how sexy she found the act, dominating Mack while giving him pleasure. Hearing his moans and pleas for more, feeling his hands cradle her skull, his fingers tangle in her hair to guide her, all increased her own arousal.
Had it been a week and a day since they’d been together? What had she been waiting for?
“Yeah, oh, Cass, yes.” Mack pushed deeper into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat, but she just kept going.
Cass gripped his hips, taking back control as she licked and sucked him toward orgasm. When she cupped his balls and caressed him, he threatened to come.
So she sucked harder.
“Cass, I’m not kidding,” he rasped, still pumping. He tried to pull back, but she gripped his ass and pulled him closer.
He thrust once more, groaned her name, and jetted down her throat.
Mack came hard, much to her pleasure. She finished him off, swallowing the last bit down, then tucked him back into his clothes and stood.
He just leaned back against the wall, shell-shocked and breathing hard as he stared down at her.
She wiped her lips, left him for some water to drink, then returned with a mug of cocoa instead. “I made myself a mug. Hope you don’t mind.” She’d ladled out some of the good stuff from a pot on the stove.
He nodded, still wild-eyed. “You… I mean, you sucked me off.”
“The term you’re looking for is ‘blow job.’”
“I know what it’s called,” he snapped, took a deep breath, then let it out. “Damn, woman. You ignore me for a week then you fucking blow me without warning. I came so hard I can’t think.”
She sipped her cocoa and smiled. “You’re welcome.”
He managed to drag himself to his sofa and flopped onto it, putting an arm over his face. “Why?”
“I felt like it.”
He lowered his arm and glared at her, and his frustration aroused her.Because, yes, I’m a wacko turned on by an angry Mack Revere.“I’m not upset about the blow job, but do you think we could have an actual conversation that doesn’t involve my dick?”
“Well, if you insist.”
