“Freebie, Ma’am?”
“Freebie.” She kicks off her heels. “Declan’s choice. Sexytime, whatever you want, however you want it. Your pick.”
I don’t let myself think about it. I push her back against the counter and kiss her, possessively, feeling the way she tenses for a moment before she melts against me. I reach up under the skirt she wore tonight, find her panties, and jerk them down and off her.
Then—still kissing her, because I can multitask, thank you very much—I unfasten my slacks, fish out my cock, and fuck her right there on the counter, with her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms draped around my shoulders.
“Chase doesn’t know how to take care of you,” I rumble against her lips between kisses. “He doesn’t know you have to have a man who wants to follow you and give you whatyouneed, not just what he selfishly wants.”
She grabs the back of my head and kisses me back. “Fuckin’ A, he doesn’t.”
I drive myself into her, knowing if I don’t get her off I’ll simply drop to my knees and do what I know she’ll love, and that’s eat her out until my tongue is numb or she stops me, whichever comes first.
Fortunately for me, this position is always the perfect one for her. I manage to hold back until I hear her moaning and feel her coming, then I unleash. We finish with me panting and leaning against her, our kisses now gentle, playful nibbles.
“Fuck,” she whispers. “I need to remember to let you do that more often, boy.”
“Ma’am’s choice.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Because I’m an overachiever, I slither to my knees and proceed to go down on her until her moans finally turn to laughs and she taps me on the head. “Declan, okay, baby. You did good.”
I stagger back to my feet, my cock still out and getting hard again as I kiss her.
This time she reaches between us and notches me against her.
And, this time, I take my time, loving how she kisses, loving everything about her.
I’m not stupid. I have a lot to learn, about everything. But I know I love this woman with all of my heart, and I can only pray my faith and trust in her isn’t misplaced.
We finally end up splayed across each other in her bed, with her draped over me, her head on my arm. I want to burn this picture into my memory, this most perfect of moments.
Because I know I’ll always follow wherever she leads me.
Chapter Twelve
Now
We’re still sitting on the couch while George makes me come again like that, stroking my cock with his hand and adding to the mess we’ve made.
He doesn’t seem to care about that, although he does have me use a damp washcloth to wipe off the worst of the jizz from our clothes once we head upstairs and finish stripping in his bathroom.
After a quick shower to clean up, he sits up in bed, propped against the headboard with pillows while I blow him. Not just a blowjob, but a long, slow cock-worshipping session. He talks to me the whole time, holds my head in his hands, tells me what he likes.
Calls me his good boy.
Not like I’m a stranger to spending long periods of time with my face between my lover’s thighs, but my jaw is going to have to get used to being held open for this long.
Worth it.
With Casey, I’m used to her scent and savor it, love smelling like her when I’m done, being covered with her juices. It’s different with George, different sensations, different scents. I love grazing my teeth along his inner thighs and rolling the soft, sensitive flesh of his sac over my tongue.
It takes the better part of an hour for me to get him over. It’s well fucking worth it to feel the way his fingers dig into my scalp and the sounds he makes as I bring him pleasure and swallow him.
This man comes undone forme. The governor of our state.
AndI’mthe one who’s lying here with the man’s cock going soft in my mouth. No one else gets to do this butme.
