She slides the straps of her tank top down, then her bra straps, freeing her tits. Somehow it’s hotter that she’s still half-dressed.
My hands go to my belt, working it open and releasing my aching cock. She’s eager. Sits up on her knees and reaches for me. “No. Hands in your lap and wait like a good girl.”
She pouts. But it’s the cute, sexy pout that makes me want to shove my dick between her lips, not the bitchy little pout that makes me want to turn her over my knee.
Gathering her hair in my hands—something I’ve never done to Kady before—I guide her to my dick. She opens her mouth, taking me all the way in. I don’t want to take my eyes off her, but it feels too fucking amazing to leave them open.
“That’s good, baby. So good.”
Christ, she makes these crazy sucking and sloppy humming noises that get me even more worked up.
“You do this for anyone else, Kady?” I ask without thinking.
She takes her mouth off me. Not what I wanted at all.
“No.” One simple word. She keeps jerking me off while she stares at me, and I know the question she’s gonna ask. “Anyone else do this for you?” She hesitates before adding, “Tell me the truth, Blaise. I’m the one who took off. I won’t be mad.”
I stop myself from answering right away. Not for the reasons Kady thinks, though.
Because she’s not going to believe the truth.
I reach down and run the back of my hand over her cheek.
“No, Kady. No one else. I knew you were coming back to me.”
Her forehead wrinkles, like she wants to believe me but can’t. Fair enough.
“My hand works just fine.”
The corners of her mouth tip up.
I’ve never wanted a dick in my mouth this much. Not even Blaise…before. It’s an odd need.
But after the way he broke me this morning, I need to have him at my mercy, if only for a few minutes, when he’ll yank control right back.
I’m probably an idiot for believing his whole my-hand-works-fine explanation. He has so many girls down at the clubhouse willing to do any dirty act his perverted mind can come up with. I stabbed him, then left him. I’d hate it so much if I knew he’d been with someone else, but I wouldn’t hatehim.
It’s my own damn fault.
I tease my tongue along his shaft. He reaches down and sweeps my hair out of my face. “I’ve been picturing your perfect lips wrapped around my dick every day since you left, Kady. I—”
His words cut off and he groans when I take him deep, trying to swallow him whole. Have all of him. I fight through my gag reflex, and he groans again. “Jesus, baby, fuck. You’ve never, ah, fuck…”
He arches his hips up, pushing himself into my mouth again. “Fuck, Kady, I need, I need…”
I hum little sounds that I want him to understand mean, “Yes, take me and use me however you need to. Show me what you crave.”
My message must come through. He slides to the edge of the couch. One of his hands grasps my hair harder, the other goes to the back of my head. He pumps into my mouth, strong and steady. “Need to fuck your mouth, Kady. Take it like a good girl.”
I close my eyes and moan around his cock.
A short, clipped “ready” is my only warning before he lets go. He’s filling my mouth, hot, salty, so much—maybe he was telling the truth about there being no one else.
Like an idiot, that’s the first thing I say when he lets me go.
“Kadydid, look at me,” he says gently, tipping my chin up and meeting my eyes. “I wouldn’t lie to you about something like that. I swear. We’re starting over now. New beginning. No lies. No secrets.” He pauses but continues the intense eye contact. “If there’s anything you want to tell me, now’s the time.”
For a brief moment, my temper flares. He waits in silence, and when I lift my gaze to his, his cool blue eyes are full of love and need. No judgment. My anger fizzles as fast as it flamed.
