“Oh, god,please,” he sighs, and I don’t think he’s actually talking to me.
“Almost there, Jacob,” I promise him, dipping my head again and sucking on his balls for a brief moment. “You were a good boy to be honest that you were close. I know that must behard, but you’re doing so well for me…”
“Not. Helping.” I grin, watching him fight for mastery.
“I’m not here to help,” I taunt, deciding to really test his mettle by blowing him with renewed strength, sucking deep and swirling my tongue for all I’m worth. The next time he tells me to stop before he explodes, he shouts it.
“Aww, baby, you did so good,” I croon, deciding to release him at last. So I go back to what I was doing, a little slower, but firmly and keeping a very steady rhythm, swallowing around him the wayI’ve learned he likes.
“S-stop,” he begins, but I shake my head.
“Uh-uh,” I say around his cock.
“Tip…Tippi, please, I’ll…”
“You may,” I whisper, and take him further down my throat than ever before. It makes him roar as he comes, and this timehe’sthe one clutching atmyhair as I swallow his climax.
“Holy…” He’s a sweaty, trembling wreck of a man, and his eyes are like saucers. “That was the best.”
My lips twitch. “The very best ever?”
He laughs, and it’s such a rich, deep, musical sound that I can’t resist kissing him again.
You know, I might have to delay my departure a few extra days. This is too much fun to discard so quickly.
And, I think as I snap a selfie of my post-satisfaction face for my blog, I want to see this sated and happy expression on Jacob’s a lot more times before I move on.
Chapter 8
Tippi
“Hey, mind if I crash here a bit longer?”
Leo looks up from bottle-feeding Toren, brows lifting in surprise. “Of course.”
I’ve never asked my brother that before. Much as I love being with my family, especially now the kids are here, I normally move on like clockwork. This is new.
“Thanks,” I say. “Only a few extra days.”
He huffs a laugh. “Tiplet, you know I’d let you move in full-time if it wasn’t for those itchy feet of yours.” He hasn’t called me Tiplet in years. His gaze sharpens. “Everything OK?”
“Yeah great. Just… enjoying myself.” Our eyes meet. Leo can usually shake the truth out of anyone, but not me. With me, he only gets what I want to give.
I know it drives him nuts.
“Fine,” he grumbles, when pointed silence doesn’t work. “But I’d put money on a certain tall, shy brother-in-law of mine having something to do with it.”
Damn him. Ever since we were kids he’s always known exactly what’s going on with me. And with our other sister, Theda. He calls it Big Brother Duty, but really he’s just perceptive as hell and pays attention better than anyone I know.
“Nope,” I say, kissing Toren’s forehead, then Leo’s cheek. “Just not thrilled about my other plans. And why wouldn’t I want tomaximize time with you and your disgustingly adorable family?”
On cue, Toren detonates in his diaper.
“Yeah, who’d pick globetrotting over baby shit-splosions,” Leo jokes, grimacing, and heads off to deal with the carnage, chatting amiably to Toren about how proud Dada is of his mad pooping skills.
Sadie and Rhi are having girl time at Sadie’s mum’s today. They invited me, but that’s sacred territory. Sadie carves out one-on-one time so her bond with Rhi doesn’t vanish under a pile of tiny boy laundry. I respect that. Besides, it means I can hang with the twins, and later, help Leo with some business stuff.
And it gives me the perfect window to try out the idea that hit me at two AM this morning.
