“You don’t ever need to be.” I lean down and tap her lips with mine, then pick up the T-shirt from the counter and put it on her.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I order right before I lift her off her feet. Her shirt rides up when she does, and I carry her out of the bathroom and down the stairs.
After turning on the television in the living room, I give her the remote. “I’m going to get us dinner. I’ll be back soon.”
She doesn’t say a word. Not when I return upstairs to put on a shirt and grab my wallet. Not when I go back downstairs and kiss her forehead.
Just as I expected, the alarm beeps about ten minutes after my departure. I pull my bike over, take out my phone, and watch as she stands in front of the open door. She pokes her headout, and she must notice the coast is clear because she walks out without her shoes.
She tiptoes to the gate and pushes it. It opens. She looks around and runs back inside. I expect her to come back with her purse and car keys, but minutes pass and she doesn’t. I scan the app for the front door and notice that it’s closed.
I put the phone away and continue the short ride.
Chapter 27
Eden
I’m going to enjoy this until Monday. He’s been true to his word. He’s never hurt me. He’s been quite the opposite. After dinner, he took my hand and gave me a tour of the house. It’s a big, impressive home. During the tour, he stated that he had done most of the repairs himself. The house includes an office and a home gym in the basement.
When we finished the tour, we returned to the living room, where he put my legs on his lap and rubbed my feet. Those big hands rubbed all the ache from the hours I spent working on them.
I think I fell asleep sometime during the best foot massage of my life because I woke up while he carried me up the stairs. He gently laid me on the bed, and he stripped himself naked and walked to the bathroom.
I’m wide awake ten minutes later when he emerges damp from his shower. When he gets into bed, I feel the urge toexplore more of his body, so I take the T-shirt off and get on top of him.
He doesn’t speak or move, but he looks up at me. I glide my tongue across his chest. He doesn’t make a sound, and I wonder if he’s getting bored with me already. Unwilling to give up, I kiss my way down. When I get to his navel and feel him underneath me, I know he might be feeling lots of things, but bored is not one of them.
I kiss his belly button and underneath it. His breath hitches, but I don’t go any lower. At least not yet. I look at his dick. It’s long and hard with veins all around it. It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, and despite still being sore from earlier, I know I want more of him already. Maybe I can’t take him in my pussy right now, but my mouth is ready for him.
I kiss the tip, and he jolts. Then, I lick it, and he throws his head back and moans. I take just the tip into my mouth and suck it like a lollipop. I swirl my tongue around him.
“Shit,” he hisses.
I take a little bit more, but he’s thick, and there’s no way I’ll be able to take all of him to the back of my throat like I want. “Take your time,” he says with a strained voice. His large hand ends up at the base of my neck as he tries to guide me.
I take him as far back as I can go, then I push myself and take it farther, only to gag.
“Do that again,” he commands, and I do it again, and again, gagging each time until I wrap my hand around the base and find my rhythm.
His breathing becomes louder and faster. He adds pressure to the back of my neck, and I feel one of his legs shaking. I move my free hand up his body and glide it across his firm pecs. I moan at the deliciousness of his pre-cum. I’ve never enjoyed doing this to a man before today, but now I’m addicted. The shaking in his leg exacerbates, and he lets out a string of curses. He givesme no warning, but warm liquid spurts in my mouth. I don’t spit it out like I typically would. I swallow the endless supply and enjoy the taste of it, the taste of him.
When he finishes, I lick him from tip to base, and I go back up and tease his tip with my tongue. He has an arm slung over his face while his erratic breathing continues.
Suddenly feeling a bout of confidence, I glide my naked body up his. I explore his broad chest with my hands and lips. A strong arm wraps around me, and I rest my face in the crook of his neck while his other hand rests on my ass.
“You can’t do that to anyone else ever,” he orders without looking at me. “Say you understand.”
“I’m not about to become some gangster’s plaything.”
“Never a plaything.”
“I never aspired to be a gangster’s girlfriend either.”
“Life has other ideas. This is what it is, Thorny.” He slides me off his body, and we end up facing each other. His fingertips glide up and down my side.
“And I’m supposed to accept it?”
“I did.”
