But all of the jitters melted away when Annie greeted me at the door wearing nothing but my jersey and a pair of socks, her hair cascading over one shoulder as she leaned against the doorframe. My cock immediately jumped to attention.
“Well, well,” she said with a smirk. “Look what the cat dragged in.”
She reached out for Greg in my arms, planting a kiss on his head and giving him a gentle scratch. Greg slurped at her chin,making her laugh. “Welcome back to my house, little buddy. Go have an explore.”
Annie unclipped Greg’s leash and put it by the door, letting him down. I got the tiniest flash of her butt cheeks as she set him down. My throat, and pants, felt tight. I gripped her hips.
“This looks really good on you,” I said through a graveled throat. “And it looks like you followed my request.”
She whirled in my arms, hooking her hands behind my head. “You drove a hard bargain.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t find it.”
“As luck would have it, I found it. Just in time,” she said with a shrug.
“Too bad you couldn’t find it before the game like I asked.”
“You don’t get to dictate what I wear, Nick Oberbeck. I’ll do a lot of things for my clients, but they don’t get to be my stylists.”
I nipped her neck with my teeth. “Do most of your clients make you come with their hands?”
She grinned. “That’s confidential.”
“Confidential, my ass, little girl,” I growled, throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her into her bedroom. I kept one hand on her butt, rubbing and squeezing. “Are you flashing your pussy on camera for your other clients?”
I tossed her down on the pillows with a bounce. She pinned her knees together, scooting toward the pillows. I stripped off my t-shirt and threw it on the floor, crawling after her.
“Also confidential, Mr. Oberbeck.” Those little dimples and freckles went straight to the core of me, wrecking me, ruining every hope I’d ever have of being free of her possession.
I yanked her thighs toward my shoulders. “Do your other clients know how fucking delicious your pussy is?"
She whimpered out my name as I kissed her inner thigh.
"Do they?" I demanded.
"Only you.” Her eyes danced, besotted with her little game.
“That’s what I thought. So you’re gonna wear my jersey whileI eat this pussy until you beg me to stop. Got it?”
“Yep.” She gave an excited giggle, then a deep sigh as I stroked my tongue from bottom to top.
“You know the drill. Tell me if I’m doing something wrong,” I said, softer.
“Doing great so far,” she gasped as I went in again. “Just limit the teeth. Tongue and lips only, please.”
Even though we were playing around, she was genuine in trying to help me get better. That’s part of what made me so comfortable with her. I knew she wanted both of us to win. Why I trusted her.
She gave me a little more direction, broad upward strokes of my tongue, careful flicks, and an occasional suck. I’d been at it for a solid ten minutes, and she was still just writhing around under me.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“Wrong? No, why?”
“It’s just, uh, kinda been a minute.”
Her cheeks tinged pink. “It just takes time. I’m sorry. Um, if you want to use your fingers, it’ll go faster. Or I can grab a toy.”
I thought about that. “But you can get off from just oral, right?”
