It makes me feel powerful but also sexy. I kiss farther down his chest. “Josie…” There is a warning to his tone.
“What?” I ask innocently, even though I know exactly what my intent is. I want to drive him crazy and give him pleasure like he does to me.
“You’re going to kill me.” He reaches up to tangle his fingers into my hair.
“I’m only exploring.” I muster the most innocent expression that I can.
“Fucking hell, that look isn’t helping.”
“Then close your eyes.” I run my fingers along the top of his boxers, letting them slip barely inside.
“I’d have to be dead to not watch this.” His voice comes out gruffer than normal. I skim my mouth along the top of his briefs as I wiggle my body down farther for what I have planned next.
I stroke his hard cock over his boxers, causing a groan to leave him. His hips rise, emboldening me to continue what I’m doing.
“Take me out,” Bam says. I can tell he’s barely holding on to his self-control.
Even though I’m supposed to be in charge, my body obeys his command. I reach inside, grabbing his cock, allowing it to spring free. I can’t help but stare down at it. I watch as I stroke him, surprised at how soft and hard it feels at the same time.
There’s a bead of cum at the tip that has me licking my lips. I may not know what I’m doing, but I’m sure as hell going to try to make this good for him. I lean down, licking the wetness from it.
“I want your eyes, Josie.” I peer up at him as I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock. His breathing grows heavier, making all of his ab muscles flex. I explore with my tongue, swirling it around the head before letting my mouth sink deeper, taking a couple inches of him in.
Another growled rumble comes from him, and I take more of him into my mouth. It has to stretch to be able to fit fully around him, but the more I move up and down his cock, the easier it gets, and soon I’m going faster.
“Fuck.” Bam’s hand reaches down, tangling into my hair. He doesn’t try to control what I’m doing; he merely keeps a grip on me. “Josie.”
His thighs flex under me, and I know he must be close. I relax my throat, take as much of him into my mouth as I can, and suck hard, hollowing my cheeks out. I want to give him this. For it to be good for him.
Bam utters a series of words that I can’t understand as he explodes into my mouth. I keep sucking and drink him down.
“Okay, shit.” His hips jerk back as he sits up, his hands making a grab for me. In one quick move, I’m pinned to him as he flips me around like I’m a doll. It’s hot. Is this what manhandling is? Because I might be into it, but only with my own man.
Bam kisses me deep and hard. I can sense the emotion he pours into it, and I match it.
“I love you,” he tells me when the kiss breaks, dropping his forehead to mine.
“I love you too,” I tell him, and he kisses me again.
“Now it’s my turn.” He smirks. I put my hands behind my head.
“If you insist,” I say playfully.
“Always,” he says as my mind echoesforever.
Chapter Twenty-Three
BAM
After my first blow job, we have our first argument.
“If you tell me no, I’m just going to follow you, so it makes sense for us to go together,” Josie scoops some of her scrambled eggs onto a slice of toast. I wait for her to take a bite before responding.
“This one time, let me do this by myself.” I press my palms together in pleading fashion.
She makes a face. “I want to be there to ask the questions. I know I can write them down for you, but the questions will change based on what the guy tells you.”
If he tells me anything,I add silently. The Pipefitters aren’t known to be the talkative type. They’re the ‘hit first and then run you over with a truck’ type, which is why I need Josie to stay back. “It’s not ideal. I get it, but I don’t want them to know about you. I don’t want them looking at you. I don’t want them to have a picture of you in their heads. I don’t want them to know your name. These guys are dangerous and have zero lines they won’t cross.”
