She gasps between uncontrollable moans. “I’ll block you if you do.”
I don’t stop. I don’t slow.
Not until she’s exploding around me, her legs shaking as her orgasm tears through her, and she’s crying out louder, practically screaming.
The pulsing vibration sends me over the edge.
Pulling out from her, I step back, ready to come on her ass. But she does something that takes me by surprise.
She spins around and drops to her knees before me,sticking out her tongue and taking my dick down her throat.
“Oh-my-fucking-God,” I grunt, stars appearing in my eyes as my balls tighten and spill every drop into her mouth.
The goal was to make her come harder than she ever has, but I wasn’t ready for it to also happen to me.
My vision spots as my eyes drift closed, pleasure overriding every single nerve as she tongues at my tip. “Serena.”
She greedily takes me back down her throat, sucking my entire shaft, and as I open my eyes and look down at her, I’m blessed with the visual of her swiping her tongue along the thin slit, devouring every building drop.
Holy shit.
My dick pulses with pleasure as she releases me from her lips, and I tuck myself away, pulling my boxers and sweats back up.
Sliding my fingers beneath her chin, I guide her up to her full wobbly, orgasm-drunk height. “That was …”
I have the sudden urge to kiss her senseless, to reveal all of my secrets and step out of the shadows with her hand in mine. But I can’t. Not yet.
A song comes to an end, and Kerrigan’s pounding and shouting echo into the room from where she’s imprisoned.
Serena gasps, pulling up her panties. ”What the hell?”
Brushing my thumb along her cheek, I chuckle. “You’d better get that. I didn’t want us to be interrupted.”
Her shock fades and she bites down on her bottom lip, pulls her panties up, and starts walking toward the entrance. I follow right behind her.
“I’ll see you soon?” she whispers, hopeful, as we round the corner into the hallway toward the main space.
“Yes,” I respond, an unexpected tightness forming in my chest.
She veers off to free Kerrigan, and I disappear out of the front door before she notices I’m gone. Slipping into the darkness, I watch her move the chair, and she shudders as the cold air finally reaches her. Her head whips around, and she searches for me, but I’m already out of view.
I like to pretend I have control, but I think she’s had it all along. I’m the one wrapped around her finger, whether I’m ready to admit it or not.
The first Bound-to-Be wedding is in the works. A couple we paired up last year is getting married. We got an invite in the mail this morning.
The card was a welcome reminder that what we do makes a difference in people’s lives. Sometimes, on the days when we’re overwhelmed or facing failed match after match, moments like this show us what’s possible and that we’re doing something right.
“Are you going to stare at that all day?” Kerrigan asks me, chuckling softly as the movie we’re watching comes to an end.
Leaning forward on my couch, I set the invite down on my ottoman, flashing her a playful glare. “I might.”
“It is pretty damn cool,” she admits with a bashful smile. “We truly are real-life Cupids.”
“I know!” I shout a bit too eagerly. “We have the best jobs ever.”
“We do.” Kerrigan nods, but a heavy sigh slips past her lips, and I know where the exhaustion is coming from.
We’ve been running ourselves into the ground lately, but hopefully, the weight will lighten when we bring on two new team members. Applications are coming in now, so it’s just a matter of time until our staff of two doubles in size.
