Each honest word he’d spoken had made him feel better, calmer, stronger. It had always grated on him, the betrayal in her gaze when they’d ended things, the knowledge he hadn’t corrected her when she said he wanted the takeover. He’d kept the truth in his heart, unable to utter it.My dad’s blackmailing me to stay away from you, and I can’t stomach the thought of you fighting in vain for us when I know I can’t be with you.
He’d made the rational choice, acting as cold as he could, convinced he was ultimately making the right, least painful decision for everyone involved.
Who’s being rational now?
Not him, and he didn’t particularly know if he cared.
Her fingers tunneled through his hair and tightened on his scalp, and he bit her lower lip, trying not to leave a mark but hoping he did anyway. His hands slid down her back, under her skirt. The thong she wore gave him complete access to her round flesh, and it overflowed his palms. Her touch ghosted over his chest, his stomach, to the fastening of his pants. A butterfly caress trailed over the thickness of his cock, and he sucked in a breath. She pulled her mouth away and pressed a hot kiss on his neck.
There was a spot—yes,there. He groaned and arched up, his cock pushing against her palm when she licked the hollow of his throat, then nipped the same spot. She rubbed the bulge in his pants, rasping the cotton of his boxers over his hard, ready flesh.
He tilted his head back to give her better access, closing his eyes to block out the harsh fluorescent overhead lights. He could pretend they were somewhere else. A soft bed in a nice hotel. His place. Her place. Places where lovers went to have sex. “What do you want?”
She sucked his neck, and he bit the inside of his cheek. “I want your dick in my mouth.”
His dick was in perfect agreement, hardening to a painful degree. That would feel so good, her slick, wet tongue slipping over him, cheeks hollowing with suction. Too good.
He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her away from him. “How about you come on my tongue first?”
Her brow furrowed, and she sat back on his legs. “Why do you always do that?”
He struggled to concentrate, which was hard when he had Livvy perched on his lap. “What?”
“Every year, you would go down on me. Always. But the instant I tried to get my mouth on you, you’d haul me up. Distract me. Why is that?”
Discomfort gripped him. He shrugged. “I got older. I’m not some twenty-year-old who can get it up multiple times.”
She snorted. “I don’t think getting it up has ever been your issue.”
“Do younotlike my tongue between your legs?”
“See? Distracting me with silly questions.” She fiddled with the button of his pants. “When we were dating, you used to break speed limits to get to me if I ever so much as teased you about a blowjob.”
Truth. “Let me,” she’d whispered in his ear one night in his car, her hand rubbing his cock through his jeans.
How could he have denied her then? “I did love it. I’m just... not accustomed to it anymore.”
She blinked. “Are you saying you don’t let anyone go down on you?”
He cleared his throat, embarrassed. “Not in a long time.”
“How long?”
Since you.But he couldn’t admit her mouth had been the only one on his cock. That was far too uncomfortably revealing. “A long time.”
She searched his gaze. “Do you not like it?”
“No. It makes me feel... I don’t know. Vulnerable.” He’d always felt powerless during their encounters. He couldn’t stop himself from coming to see her or leaving the next day. He couldn’t stop himself from having to go back to his passionless, unexciting life.
He hadn’t wanted to give up any more power. Even if that meant cutting out something he’d once adored.
He didn’t know how to explain all of that. It wouldn’t make sense to most people, maybe not even her. He opened his mouth to stutter out some sort of explanation, but she spoke first.
“I get it.”
He blinked.
She slipped her thumb over his lips. Up and down, side to side. Unable to look away, he bit her thumb, laving the spot with his tongue.
