Emily Gastright: What?
Dean Gastright: That’s exactly what Sadie said about you and Eli in the text chat way back when!
Emily Gastright: What [laughing emoji] That’s crazy
Emily Gastright: Maybe that’s a good sign… God, I could so easily become superstitious
Emily Gastright: It’s so difficult letting them have their space and not trying to hurry them along [wailing face emoji]
Tim Stewart: It’ll happen. I give it another week before they’re official.
Emily Gastright: Yeah?
Tim Stewart: Yeah. I know my sister.
Dean Gastright: I’ll take a piece of that action. Tim calls 7 days, I’m gonna say 10. I think she’ll put him through his paces a bit longer before she admits anything.
Eli Gastright: Are we seriously doing this?
Dean Gastright: Fuck yeah we are
Dean Gastright: Remember the bet he had for when you’d propose?
Eli Gastright: Yeah, I remember. Twenty bucks on two weeks. Leo’s got a tiger by the tail and he knows it.
Leo
It’s late afternoon.I don’t have any clients for the rest of the day.
I’m pretty sure she doesn’t, either.
I’ve finally sorted Dean and Liaden’s one hundred and twenty five grand, and I’m meant to be dropping in on them both after work. Like with Eli, I’ve looked forward to handing over that money to Dean for the last ten years, made all the sweeter by knowing he has a better life now and can enjoy it more. I’ve pictured it over and over again in my mind.
And now, all I can think about is whether I can sneak into Sadie’s room so I can kiss her again. It’s a craving stronger than any hunger I’ve ever experienced before. A simple kiss with her makes my blood burn in my veins. I think this must be what addiction feels like: a fierce need that clears your mind of anything else, even the important stuff.
So for a moment I think my brain’s just showing me what I want to see when she creeps into my studio.
“Hey,” she whispers, grinning wickedly before launching herself at me, more purposeful than at the wedding, moredeliberate. Her arms are around my neck, her body pressed so tightly against me that you couldn’t get a sheet of paper between us. Her mouth is so soft against mine, and yet firm, moving feverishly. I don’t hold back. I pull her hair hard and pour everything I’ve ever felt for her into this one kiss, wanting to punish her a little again for making me wait, and reward myself a lot for my patience.
She pushes me back against the wall, and I fucking love it when she gets assertive. When she takes control to get what she wants, when she demands what she needs from me, it feels right in every conceivable way. On an instinctual level, from the second I met her I knew she’d be like this. I knew she’d be a live wire, untameable when unleashed. It’s one of the things that drew me to her so hard. Like recognises like. Fire recognises fire. Her eyes burn into mine.
And then she drops to her knees.
As she hits the ground, I’ve never felt more powerful and in control… But at the same time, I’m one hundred percent at her mercy, vulnerable and excited and loving every second.
She maintains eye contact with me, because she learned over the weekend that it drives me wild, and she smiles lazily as she undoes my belt and my fly.
“God, woman,” I mutter, the muscles in my abs jumping fitfully as she reaches in and pulls out my cock with gentle hands. It’s at full mast, and the pulse that runs through it as she rubs me up and down, up and down, makes my breath catch.
“Shh,” she teases me, before slowly running the flat of her tongue from the base of my balls to the slit of my helmet, where a drop of pre-cum is already waiting for her. When she sucks the very end, my knees shake, and a growl rumbles deep in my chest.
“You…sure you wanna do this…” She’s been feeling off colour. I don’t want to be a selfish ass…but she’s not making iteasy, coming in here and putting my cock in her mouth like it’s not one of my biggest fantasies come true…
“Yes,” she says with fake exasperation, grinning up at me, “but I suggest you shut up and enjoy it.Quietly.”
She’s right; I can still hear Em and Eli’s voices -
And then I’m not aware of a damn thing, because every sense in my body surges right to where her mouth is sucking on me. It’s as electric as being hooked up to the mains. I grab her hair again, this time to clear my view so I can watch. She looks beautiful with me in her mouth. But the pleasure is too intense for me to be able to fully appreciate it the way I want to. Dear god, the way she runs her tongue around and around the head of my dick while her eyes smile up at me is a new layer of heaven. And when she takes me as far as she can, right to the back of her throat, while massaging the base in a perfect rhythm, has a noise somewhere between a grunt and a gasp pulled from me helplessly.
