I’ve lost all fucking track of time, something I never do.
She pushes my hand away. “I know I don’thaveto. This isn’t a transaction.” She undoes the snap and starts to pull down my zipper. “Iwantto.”
“Oh.” I back up against the workbench and record another image for my mental album as she kneels in front of me and takes my cock in both hands.
“Can’t say I’ve ever worked on one this big,” she says, and I don’t know if she’s still roleplaying or what, but my pride swells as big as my member.
She wraps a hand around my base and strokes me with her other, and if I were a younger man, I’d never be able to hold back. With the luxury of age, I get to enjoy watching her for a while.
Her hands make me look massive. She runs her fingers over the veiny ridges, and my cock goes hard as steel.
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and then she brings that sweet mouth to me, though she looksdaunted. “Not sure how much of you I can manage,” she says before taking my tip inside her hot, wet mouth.
Her tongue laves over me as she gradually takes me deeper, pumping me in her fist all the while.
It’s been a long time, but I’m sure it never felt this good, and that’s because it’s Kira.
Strong, capable, trusting Kira.
As she sucks my cock and looks up at me like she can’t get enough of it, I have to fight to hold off, maturity be damned.
Lightning races down my spine, my balls tighten. “Gonna come,” I manage to grunt.
She holds on tight. Doesn’t miss a beat. She keeps on as I start to erupt, sucking greedily, swallowing down everything I have to give her.
This woman. Fuck.
I spread the blanket on the floor again, and we lie there afterward, smiles on both our faces. The workshop’s quiet except for the hum of the heater and the wind moving through the trees outside.
Kira idly traces the line of my ribs with the tips of two fingers.
She chose me.
Not instead of Andrew, not over anyone else. She chose mewiththem.
I move carefully as I slide an arm around her shoulders. I half expect her to pull away now that the moment’s over, but she doesn’t. She presses closer and fits her cheek against my chest like it belongs there.
There are no words for what that does to me.
As we lie there, breathing together, snow crunches outside. The steps are too deliberate and even to be wildlife.
Kira feels my muscles tighten and looks up. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say automatically. I tilt my head and listen harder. More steps, growing fainter, moving away.
“Viper?” she guesses.
“Yeah.”
She turns to look up at me. “He always knows where everyone is. Does he ever stop?”
“No.” I keep my tone even, but I know damn well Viper knows we’re in here together. He might not know exactly what we’ve been doing, but he probably clocked the occupied workshop well over an hour ago.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard him sound tired,” she says.
I exhale and stroke her arm. “He doesn’t get tired. He redirects.”
“How do you mean?”
