“Second,” Odette leaned down, taking my cock in her hand, letting the tip barely touch her lips. “I’m going to make you come in my mouth.”
“Odette.” I barely got her name out before her mouth encompassed my cock. The way she sucked from the base back up to the tip had me seeing stars. Her hand followed where her mouth left, never letting me relieve any pressure. I could feel myself building up quickly, and I didn’t want this to end. “Slow down, baby.”
She didn’t heed my warning. Odette quickened her pacing, sucking my cock in and out. Her head bobbed up and down in my lap. I finally let my head lean back to revel in the sensations.
“Eyes on me, gamer boy.” Odette popped my cock out of her mouth, and my head shot back down to look at her. She was staring up at me from my lap, licking the tip as precum was beading out of it. “Eyes on me when I have your cock in my mouth.”
She placed my cock all the way to the back of her throat, her eyes locked on me as she pumped her head up and down. I let out a moan after the third time she went down, causing her to break eye contact and let out a moan herself. I could see one of her hands between her thighs, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed a handful of her hair, taking control of the rhythm. I pulled her mouth up and then pushed it back down on my cock, this time letting my head tilt back again as I continued the motion. The hand she’d had around my cock was gripping my thigh, her nails digging in, marking me.
“Take that cock.” I whispered as I continued the assault on her throat. I could feel my balls tightening, ready to release any moment, but I wanted her to come with me. “Is that pussy ready to come?”
I looked down at Odette, her eyes back on me, tears welling in them. Her head was nodding as I lifted her to the tip of my cock.
“Say it,” I demanded. I leaned forward, my face close to hers. “I need to hear it.”
“I’m going to come.”
Her words barely came out before I shoved my cock back into her mouth. She moaned around me, and I could feel myself about to release. I shoved her head down all the way, letting my cum hit the back of her throat. My cock spasmed in her mouth, and I could feel her wiggling and moaning as I looked down and watched her body shake in front of me as she came undone herself.
I pulled her slowly off my cock and wiped a bit of my cum that was in the corner of her mouth with my thumb. I cleaned it off, not breaking eye contact with her. I held my hand out, a silent gesture for the hand she just had in her pussy. She placed it in mine, and I took her visibly wet fingers and placed them in my mouth, sucking them clean.
Her eyes closed, and another moan came out of her. My cock bounced with anticipation that her mouth would be around it again.
“You were great, baby.” I leaned forward, placing my lips on hers. She pressed closer to me, spreading my thighs apart further, filling the space.
“I want more,” Odette pleaded, taking her hand out of mine and placing both hands on my chest. She let them roam under the hem, feeling across my stomach and chest. “But in bed.”
She looked up at me, desire still clear across her face.
“Oh, really?” I slid my face covering off.
“Yeah.” Her nails raked against my chest. “I’ve got some ideas from this book I just finished writing that I think I want to try out.”
“Oh.” My eyebrow shot up at her comment. What the fuck had she written about and why was I still sitting in this chair?
“I’ll show you.” Odette stood in front of me, winking as she backed up from my seat. A finger curled, beckoning me to follow her.
“As you wish.” I made quick work of kicking off my shorts before chasing her through the house to my room.
I’d follow this woman for the rest of my life if she let me.
“I’ll be back!” I shouted to Ryker as I left his house.
After last night, getting to see him game and be in his environment, I knew I didn’t want to spend more time away from him when I didn’t have to. He had obligations today with his next stream, so I was going to head home this morning to grab a weekend bag.
I sped home, plugging in my phone and blasting music from my favorite artist in the car. Jemma had texted me about an hour ago, but I hadn’t checked it yet. I would just see her when I got back to the house.
Or maybe not if Beckett was still there.
I was curious about how things were going between them. On some days, it felt like she was being open with her heart, and on others, it felt like the brick wall was a little higher than the day before.
I pulled down my street and into the driveway. It was still early enough that no one was stirring yet for a Saturday morning.
Which was why it was odd to find someone sitting on the swing in front of my house. I was hesitant to get out of the car when Jemma came running across her lawn. I opened the car door just as she came up to me.
“Fucking read your texts, damn it.”
I looked at my phone and saw the one message she sent.
