“Don’t worry,” he said in that same low voice. “I’m just joking.”
“Oh… Okay…”
Byron picked up a disused coaster and began spinning it on one corner. She watched as though hypnotised as he let go, and it toppled onto the floor. The clatter it made felt deafening.
“Can you get that?” Byron said, utterly stone-faced.
Beth had a feeling she knew what was about to happen. The girl she was playing knew, too. She nodded, and instead of walking to where he was, she practically dove beneath the dining table. Byron’s legs were wide, the outline of his hard cock visible through his slacks. She gasped. “Mr Thomas…”
“What?”
“You, um,oh my gosh…”
Byron’s big hand, complete with wedding ring came down and palmed the ridge of his cock. “Sorry. Like I said, I haven’t been home for a while, and it gets hard sometimes.”
“I, um, understand…” Beth said dumbly as he stroked himself. “It’s totally normal.”
“Bethany… you’re still down there.”
“Yes,” she said, her chest tight. “I am.”
“You want me to show you?”
It didn’t feel like the right time to act like a seductress. At least, not yet. “Show me?”
“How hard it gets?”
Everything seemed to slow, sparks flicking through the familiar air of Beth’s home—their home—making it all new and strange. Maybe it had just been so long since she first met Byron, but Beth couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone more.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Show me.”
Byron eased his zip down, and she gasped as though she’d never seen his huge, pretty-boy cock before.
“Like it?” Byron asked, fisting himself.
“I… yes.”
“You gonna show me how much?”
Beth didn’t need to be told twice. She crawled closer, opened her mouth and drew him deep, licking the underside and moaning for good measure. She was back in that old place of wanting to win him over with how well she could do this. To show him just how dedicated she was to sucking dick.
Byron’s hands found her hair, fisting it tight. “Yes. It’s been so fucking long...”
She sucked him deeper, and he grunted.
“Christ, I can’t do this; I’m married,” he said, though his urging hands contradicted his words. Beth swallowed as far as she could go, letting soft little gagging noises escape her throat. She remembered that, too. How men liked the choking sounds, as long as they knew you weren’t actually hurting.
“Fuck,” Byron snarled, then his hand was at her forehead, pushing her backward.
“Oh no,” Beth said, all naive vamp. “Was I… Did I do it wrong?”
Byron ran a thumb over her damp lips. “God, no. You’re gorgeous. I just…”
He’d probably just stopped because he was going to come, but Beth decided it was more fun to act like he might be remorseful. She pressed her hands to her chest. “I’m sorry, Mr Thomas. I know I shouldn’t have done that, but I have such a crush on you.”
“Do you, now?” He dipped his thumb into her mouth, and she sucked that, too, as slowly and deliberately as she’d sucked his cock.
When she looked up from under the table, Byron’s pupils were so large his eyes seemed all black. “You fucking tease…”
