Shortly thereafter, I get her message. Our client wants to meet in midtown, but not for a few hours.
Lunch break over, the jackhammer starts up.
Moaning, Suds and I grab our noise-cancelling headphones and put them on. A second later, I get an email from him with a music file attachment.
Confused, I open the playlist called,tunes to strip by.
At the sink, Suds winks and gyrates his hips like Elvis. He unbuckles his belt, swings it over his head like a cowboy, and tosses it.
I catch the leather between my palms and applaud, already wet between my legs.
Holy shit. My eyes widen as he unbuttons his jeans, tosses his shirt onto the floor and flexes one pec at a time. This, while sexy, is also funny as shit so I laugh, lean back in my chair, and enjoy the show.
His eyes crinkle at the sides as he slowly shimmies out of his jeans. No underwear, his cock jumps to attention.
My mouth waters.
Turning on the kitchen faucets, he ducks his head under and when he rises, water drips down his chest. He presses the liquid soap pump and fills a washcloth.
To the grinding music he lathers his pits, chest, and privates. Now covered in foam, he needs a rinse. Wanting in on the action, I run to a pile of folded laundry and return with a towel.
Still sexy-dancing, he places his hands behind his head while I wipe down his entire body.
My man’s got muscles everywhere and his cock is so fucking beautiful, I almost orgasm as I rinse him off. Unable to resist, I kneel and take him into my mouth.
He’s still a little soapy, so I walk to the sink, rinse out my cloth, and use it to caress his thick, swollen, member. Hungry and aroused, I lick, rub, and stroke until his eyes roll back and his hands clench the counter.
When his pelvis arches forward, I clutch the back of his thighs, and suck. His thick length swells as I take him between my lips and worship. My tongue flat, I grab his base and take him in more.
His knees bend and he grabs my hair, urging me on. Drunk on him, the power goes to my head. This man, a former SEAL with a God-like body, is all mine.
He pumps into my mouth as I work him into a frenzy. At one point I look up and he stares down with such love and emotion, my clit explodes into a billion stars. Shaking as I kneel, I puff my cheeks, and blow.
His muscles tighten, he grows larger, and when his juices burst forth, I swallow as much as I can, the rest dripping down my chin.
Dropping to his knees, he takes the nearby towel, and wipes his fluids from my face. Then, he kisses me with so much passion, my eyes get teary.
When he slips his hands into my pants, I shake my head, and remove his headphones so I can speak into his ear. “You were so hot, I came. Right before you.”
His eyes search my face until he’s certain I’m telling the truth. Then, he calls me on Skype.
“Fuck, you are damn hot.” He throws the towel toward the hamper, missing by a mile.
I pick up the dirty item, open the basket, and toss it inside, locking gazes. He knows what he did because he chuckles all the way up the stairs.
Chapter 7
Suds
After we dress, we grab our coats, and trot downstairs. Outside, I take her hand and jog to my SUV, parked the next block over. We shouldn’t be too late if we hurry.
While I start the car, Sam gets a phone message and curses. “That was Martha. She’s cancelling on us. Her daughter came home and won’t let her leave.”
Her lower lip sticks out so I lean over and nibble it. “I can think of one other interesting thing to do.”
“That would be fun… or we could go to plan B or plan C.”
I almost hate to ask.“And those would be?”
