She drops to her knees, her face eye-level with my dick, and I hold my breath, waiting for her to take me in her mouth. Her skin is soft as she grips me by the base. When her tongue peeks out, licking her lips, a bead of precum leaks from my tip. Her eyes track the movement.
“I’m not good at this.”
“Lucy, you’ve got me ready to blow my load just from theway you’re looking at it. There’s nothing you could do to me at this point that I wouldn’t enjoy.”
“Okay.” She exhales and the warmth of her breath against my dick has me shivering in anticipation.
Sensing her nerves and wanting to put her at ease, I grip her wrist as I speak. “I want your perfect feckin’ mouth on me. Your plump pink lips. That wicked sharp tongue. You don’t even know the mess you’ve already made of me without even touching me.”
I release her wrist, and she guides the tip between her lips. The moment my skin hits the warmth of her tongue, I know I’m done for. I want to live in her mouth. Revel in her warmth.
“Feckin’hell.”
When she hums in response, the vibrations make my balls draw up, that familiar feeling taking over.
Her hand tightens around my shaft, pumping in tandem with her mouth as her confidence grows.
“Yes, a chroí. Fuck, you’re so good at that,” I praise.
She slides down my length, attempting to take as much of me as she can. I grip her hair, holding her in place as I pulse into her mouth.
A line of saliva drips from her lips and I nearly come undone. “I’m going to come. Pull off if you don’t want it.” I release my grip and enjoy the view of her holding me in her mouth, challenging me with her eyes as if she’s daring me to come.
My orgasm hits seconds later, and she takes all of it, swallowing me down. She pops off my dick, then she uses a finger to wipe her lips.
How do I keep her? And who the hell told her she was bad at this? Feckin’ eejit.
CHAPTER 11
LUCY
“Maaaamaaaa!” Levi’s voice wails. I bolt up in my bed confused and disoriented. They weren’t supposed to be back until ten. No, I was supposed to pick them up at ten. A quick glance at my lock screen tells me it’s ten thirty. And there are a dozen missed calls.
Shit.
“I’m coming!” I yell as I scramble out of bed and pull on the nearest floor clothes I can find. When I run down the stairs, Summer’s face greets me at the bottom with a knowing smile.
She places a comforting hand on my arm. “Hey! My kids are in the car, but yours have been washed and fed. Well, Levi’s been washed. I wasn’t sure if Micah could get his cast wet, so you may need to wipe him down.”
“He’s fine. Thank you.”
“I was worried about you when you didn’t show up at ten.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“And you weren’t answering your phone.”
“About that…”
She shakes her head. “You don’t have to say anything.”
I look over at the boys, relieved they’re distracted by the TV, and glance back at Summer. Does she know?
“Don’t be mad.”
Fuck. She knows. “Who else knows?”
“Just me and Bella. When I couldn’t get a hold of you, I started to panic. You never ignore your phone, especially with playdate stuff. But suddenly Bella was chill about everything. Too chill.”
