“Probably.”
Carefully placing my ice cream bowl on the coffee table, then his, I rest my palms on my knees and look into his eyes. “So what you’re saying is, you have a washer and dryer in your house, and now you tell me you have easy access to party pizzas? Is that what you’re saying?”
Billy Mathers gives me a mega-watt smile. “That’s what I’m saying.”
Without giving any warning, I launch myself at him, kissing him all over his face. Crawling up higher, I straddle his lap so I can kiss more of his face, neck, and ears. “Do you realize how sexy that makes you?”
Chuckling, he says, “You think party pizzas are sexy?”
Still kissing his face, I answer, “Fuck yes. It’s my favorite food group.”
“Party pizzas are not a food group.”
That’s it. The kisses stop. I lean back and glare at him. “Take that back.”
He must sense something in my expression because he quickly retracts his statement. “I see the error of my ways. It’s definitely a food group.”
“That’s right.” Leaning closer, I kiss his lips. “And don’t ever forget it.” I can feel him grow hard beneath me, so I kiss him again, this time with tongue. I love kissing him. He’s so good at it. His kiss alone makes my panties wet.
“Take those sexy little flannel pants off, JoJo. Let me fuck you here.”
Sliding off his lap, I drop my pants, revealing the fact I was going commando. He watches me unbutton my matching flannel top. I pull it open but leave it on. Bending down, I tug on his lounge pants. When they slide past his dick, it pops free, standing perfectly erect. With my mouth only inches from the tip, I move close enough for me to lick the head.
“Oh, shit.” Billy leans back on the sofa, lifting his pelvis slightly. “More, JoJo. Suck my cock. Please?” Well, he asked so nicely. Moving down to my knees, I lean over him and take him into my mouth and suck, using my tongue to caress just beneath the head. “Fuck,” he hisses.
Sex has never been something I’m super confident about, but giving head? I know I’m good at that even though I haven’t done it a ton. Pressing down further, I can take about half of him before I start to gag. It’s okay, I use my hand at his base and pump that as I slide my mouth up and down his thick shaft. I know how good vibration feels, so I moan a little as I return to the head to suck and lathe with my tongue.
“Holy motherfucker.” Billy’s hands are covering his face. He’s rubbing up and down, hissing and moaning as I work. Lifting from him, I ask, “Is this okay?” Knowing damn well it is.
“Please don’t stop the best head I’ve ever had. Please don’t stop.”
So, I don’t. Before I repeat my moves, I lick him from base to tip then take him in my mouth again.
“I’m g-gonna come, JoJo.”
I nod as I work. I’ve never swallowed before, but I’ve also never given head to Billy before. Working faster, I pump him with my hand, lick and suck until he releases that deep moan again. I feel him in my mouth and quickly swallow. When he takes a deep breath, I let him slide from my mouth. “Good?”
He looks at me like I’m crazy. “That, JoJo, was hands down the best blow job I’ve ever had. I’m hoping you’ll to it again sometime. Soon. Very soon.”
Giggling, I move up to where I started, in his lap. Leaning forward for a kiss, I half expect him to pull away since I did just have his man-juice in my mouth, but he doesn’t. He kisses me deeply. “I’ve never swallowed before,” I say in his ear.
“Thank you.” He sighs. “Sexiest woman ever.”
“Yeah,” I whisper again. Then I wrap my arms around him and hug him. “Yeah, I really am.”
I feel his laugh before I hear it. His hands wrap around me, pulling me closer. “I’m sorry about your quilt, love.”
“Me too, Billy.” Me too.
Chapter Sixteen
I wakeup in an unfamiliar bedroom. I wake up in Billy’s bed. Alone. I can’t say I’m surprised. We fell asleep intertwined on the sofa. He must have carried me to bed. The poor guy. I hope his back is okay.
Pushing away the covers, I see I have my top on, but my pants are missing. They’re probably still out in the living room. Tiptoeing, I sneak out of his bedroom. Why? I have no idea. He’s probably already left for work. No matter, better safe than sorry. At the entry to the living room, I look left and right but see no sign of life. I spy my pants near the couch and race to them, sliding them on quickly.
In the kitchen, the coffee is already brewed, so I take a mug down from the shelf and pour myself a cup. After adding sugar and milk, I sip in the nectar of life and moan to myself. I’m hungry, but I need to finish this cup before I think about what I want to eat. As I step out of the kitchen, I hear a voice—Billy’s voice coming from the hallway that leads to his office. “Hm, he must be going in late.”
Walking in that direction, I can hear his words more clearly now. “She’s a risk. She’s assaulted my girlfriend twice now.” Then a pause. “Yes, they’re sisters, but what does that matter?” I shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but I can’t help it now. “Just because she’s family doesn’t give her the right to assault someone. You’re a fucking criminal lawyer, do you hear yourself?”
