“Do you think I’d want to stop if someone were to come up here and see us? You look too good sucking me, Flo. Too damn good to stop this.” My irises drop, and in a beat, a hand is cupping my cheek. “Eyes on me, baby.”
Sliding myself up and down Evan’s length, I ensure I don’t move my vision from his. The eye contact is hot.
I finally let him splay his hand on the back of my skull, using it as an anchor so he can fuck my mouth. He groans, and his dick pulses, indicating he’s close.
“My girl,” he says. “My. Fucking. Girl.” A thick thrust of his hips separates each word.
Hisfucking girl.
Holy shit.
“Watch yourself for me.” Evan hooks one finger under my chin and angles my head at the same time he steps to the side so we are parallel to the long mirror, and my eyes find myself.
Crouched down.
Knees spread with Evan’s feet in between them.
Wide mouth, full of his dick.
Damn, I wish I weren’t on my period and could reach into my panties to sink my digits into myself, but I’m glad this is about Evan. He’s spent so long making sure everyone else is happy and safe. He deserves this. He deserves everything he wants from life, especially when it’s what I hope is the hottest blowjob he’s ever had in his life under a gazebo from his smart-mouthed nanny.
“Tell me this is the best blowjob you’ve ever had.”
“This is the hottest fucking blowjob of my life, Flo.” The veins in his neck pulse. “So fucking hot. Keep watching yourself.”
I make eye contact with myself, focusing on how Evan’s cock pistons my wide mouth, his head also turned so he can watch as if we were a movie playing in front of him. Heat blossoms across my chest at the exact moment our gazes clash. I must look so needy. So desperate. For him. Only him.
Holy shit.
“Flo, baby, you’re going to makeme—”
That encourages me to suck harder, and I twist the base of his cock as I feel it twitch in my mouth. Refusing to let Evan pull out, I swallow him as he empties onto my tongue, flicking it over the head of his cock again and again, until I feel him shiver under my soft touch.
His greys are grateful. Intense.Loving, almost.
I stand, kissing him softly, smiling since I know he can taste himself on my lips. “Come on. Let’s go and get a drink. I’m parched.”
27: Flo
“Okay, this tricycle chase is starting to feel just a littletoomuch like a personal attack. I need to sit down,” Poppy heaves behind me, bracing her hands on her knees. Mae isn’t far behind, but she, too, has little beads of sweat that have accumulated on her forehead.
We’ve been running around after Leo at the house for over an hour now. First, we were dinosaurs trying to eat him, and he was the ranger. Then, somewhere along the way, we turned into orcas and sea lions, and now we’re fire-breathing dragons, and he’s a brave knight trying to escape, after rescuing Princess Donkey, who he’s turned into a looker using one of my favourite pink lipsticks. But for him, the loss was worth it.
Princess Donkey sits on the handlebars of the tricycle, his floppy head twisted, looking at us with those beady eyes of his, taunting us. We could have easily caught up with the kid in the beginning if we hadn’t gone easy on him, but we wanted him to win and tire himself out. However, now, our legs feel like sacks of potatoes dragging behind us, while Leo seems to have found his second wind, notthat he lost it in the first place. He has too much energy sometimes, even for me.
“Okay, okay,” I say as I flop down on the ground. “I’m done.” Pulling out a honey granola bar from my pocket, I rip it open with my teeth. Exercise means my body becomes more sensitive to insulin, so I usually have a snack to reduce the chance of hypoglycaemia.
“Do you do this every day?” Mae sits on the grass beside me, with Poppy doing the same, watching Leo cycle round and round in circles on his tricycle. Evan came home with it the other day as a surprise, and Leo’s been doing everything but sleeping on it. Although I’m sure if he were able to do that, he would.
“Pretty much.”
“I have no idea how Evan handles this by himself most of the time.”
Me neither, and I’m becoming increasingly worried about who he’s going to be hiring next. Apparently, he hasn’t liked any of the nannies Coach has found for him, so they’re still on the search, especially since Evan promised Darrell that he wouldn’t fire this one. He’s being even pickier this time around, which I didn’t think was possible.
“The kid will crash soon. He’s got to, right?”
“Let’s hope so. I need a nap.”
