So I swallowed him again, taking my time about it. When Luke sucked in a breath, it was through clenched teeth, and I knew he liked what I was doing. His damned dick was throbbing in my mouth, as hard as my own. I wanted to taste him again, though, so I moved a little faster, watching a drop of sweat slide down his chest even as I bobbed on his cock. The whole time, Luke never looked away.
"God, you look good like that," he breathed.
This fucker was killing me. He knew just how to talk to me, so I sucked a little harder, and reached up to grab his balls. I couldn't get to his ass easily, not with his jeans in the way, but I could knead those things until he lost control. My tongue pressed against the sweet spot under the head of his dick and my lips slid over him. Over and over, I worked him, until Luke couldn't help but let his hips twitch in response. Oh, he was so fucking close, and I wanted to see him come so hard.
His hand on the back of my head began to pull, guiding me just a little faster and a whole lot deeper. "Oh, take it baby," he growled under his breath. "Fuck. I love how you work me." He paused to gasp. "Fuck. Cy, you are so damned..." His breath caught, and then he breathed, "Sexy."
Feeling him swell I swallowed all of him just as he began to throb, spilling into the back of my throat. I swallowed without giving him up, taking everything he had to give, and Luke grunted deeply. His knees flexed, so I pressed a hand to his chest, helping to hold him up, yet he still didn't look away. His eyes were half closed, but hanging on me even as his mouth fell open and he watched me swallow his cum.
Then his hand relaxed, letting me go. "I did not expect that."
"The blow job, or the quality?" I asked, reaching up to wipe at my mouth.
Luke just tugged his pants higher. "Either one. I think I was too shocked last time to realize how good you are at that."
Then he slid down the wall and pulled me closer. Before I could warn him, his mouth was on mine, and his tongue slipped in to stake its claim. He was lazy and satiated, yet still so full of passion. This man was amazing, and if I wasn't careful, I knew I'd fall in love too fast, too easily, and much too soon.
"Thought you couldn't do this?" he asked, pulling away.
I just reached up to cup his face. "I meant I can't pretend I don't want you. That? Yeah, I can do plenty of that. I can'tjustbe friends, Luke."
"You're not just my friend, Cy," he promised. "You're my friendtoo,but you're also a hell of a lot more than that."
"So how do we make this work?"
His eyes jumped between mine. "I have no fucking idea, but I can't stop thinking about you. Or them." Then he smiled. "Gonna need you to teach me how to do that."
"Teach me how to seduce Violet and I will," I teased.
But he nodded. "I can do that."
Chapter Twenty-Three
That night, Cessily and I got dressed up in our cutest casual dresses. I had on heels. She went with sandals. We both curled our hair and painted our faces. Then we headed out. No, we didn't miss the looks the guys had given us as we left. I also noticed that Darnell was busy hooking up a game controller in the living room. He'd said he had something for Faith, and evidently that was it.
So, I figured the boys could play video games, but we girls had some business to deal with. Climbing in my Audi, we headed up to the grill. Like always, the place was packed. Just to be careful, I parked as close to the doors as possible, and we headed inside. This time, Mandy wasn't working behind the counter, but I still recognized this woman. Her name was Debbie Muscov, and she'd been a few grades older than me, but still a bitch.
From the look on her face, she hadn't changed much. "What do you want?" she snapped.
"Oh, hey!" Dan's voice came from the side. "Thanks for showing up." Then he looked at Debbie. "They're here for me."
Debbie gave him a scathing look. "Getting desperate, Dan?"
"Favor for Bev," he shot back. "Can I buy you ladies something?"
Cessily leaned over. "Catfish, sweet potato fries, fried pickles, and both a strawberry and a chocolate milkshake."
"For you?" Debbie asked me.
"Oh, that's both of us, honey," I assured her as I pulled out my card and swiped it.
Dan just sighed. "I was honestly offering to buy, ladies."
Cessily flashed him a smile. "Let the millionaires pay, Dan. They honestly don't mind."
He looked over at me. "You're a..."
"Just a bit," I admitted. "Ash has the real money. He also owns most of Risqué. Cess isn't far behind."
