“My dad is fine. And I’ve got this. We’ll be fine.”
I wasn’t sure he believed me, but that was okay. “Take some downtime after work, but don’t scar the commander. We need him.”
I rubbed my index finger along my bottom lip, thinking about that statement. Maybe I could find a way to make him change his mind. I could stir up some jealousy in the man. Get him so hot and bothered that he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Then we could repeat Vegas, except with less alcohol and more fucking.
“No matter what you think,” I said, standing, “I’m still a professional. I’ll do my job 110%.”
GQ smiled. “If I didn’t already know that you wouldn’t be part of this team. I only hire the best. And that includes you.”
I nodded, not knowing how to respond. My teammates were everything to me.
I’d just gotten out of the shower when I heard the front door close. My skin was still damp and beaded with water as I rubbed the towel over my head. Wrapping it around my waist, I headed out toward the living area to meet John.
“Hey, you’re back. Need some help?”
John’s eyes roamed over my face, then down my bare chest and over my tattoos to where the towel hung low on my hips. His duffle dropped from his shoulder to his elbow as he swallowed thickly and nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Walking toward him, it was nearly impossible to control my smile. Especially when he looked at me like a starved man. When I was close enough to hear his rough breathing, I kept my eyes on his as I reached out to take the strap from his shoulder.
John reached up and circled my wrist with his fingers and tugged me forward. He dropped the duffle to the floor and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me impossibly close. I ground my hips into him as we met in a scorching kiss, making me forget my name. Somehow, there was still enough blood in my brain to maneuver us until his back hit the door.
His groans of pleasure at my use of force made me even harder than I already was.
Pulling back, I pressed into him with my chest as I bit at the skin along his neck. His hands roamed my skin as I unclasped my towel with one hand and tugged at his button with the other.
John’s hand went to the crease between my ass cheeks. “I’ve wanted this ass for so fucking long.’
I smiled and sucked his neck before answering. “All you had to do was ask.”
Sliding from his arms, I worked his jeans open and yanked them down as I went to my knees. Looking up at him, he ran his fingers over my head, massaging my scalp as he looked down at me. "I’ve missed your mouth on my dick.”
“I’ve missed your dick in my ass,” I replied before licking the leaking tip. He tasted sweet and salty, just like I’d remembered as it coated my tongue.
“God damn, sweetheart,” he said as I licked along the vein, stopping to run the tip of my tongue under the head.
I looked up to tell him not to call me that when he guided me back to his cock. It was so hot that he took control like that. He held my head gently as he fucked in and out of my throat, making my eyes roll back in my head.
Saliva and pre-cum leaked from the corner of my mouth as my eyes watered. He pulled back and leaned down to kiss me. His tongue swirled in my mouth as he sucked on my tongue before he ended the kiss to look at me.
“If it’s too much, you tell me.”
I almost lost it when I saw what was there in his eyes. As he cradled my head, his expression was one of adoration and something else, shocking my system. I wanted nothing more than to please him and keep that look on his face. But when he looked at me as if I might mean something to him, I had to let that shit go.
“Stop looking at me like that. I’m just here to suck your dick.”
The words hurt to say because I could never be what he wanted. And he didn’t want what little I had to give.
“Then get back to it, sweetheart before I come all over your pretty face.”
The emotion was gone as need took over. So I did as I was told and went back to work on his cock as I jacked myself. John fucked my face as he cursed and moaned, panting out “so good” and “good fucking boy.”
The praise lit me up as he shot his load down my throat. I swallowed down all he gave me, then pulled off to clean him up.
Neither of us said anything as I tucked him away, but left him to zip his pants. I didn’t want to catch his pubes in his zipper. That shit hurt.
Getting to my feet, I stood in front of him and looked him in the eye with the intent of finishing myself off. I braced my left arm on the door over his shoulder as I stroked myself. But he would have none of that.
“I’m gonna do that,’ he growled as he knocked my hand out of the way and took over. “Kiss me while I make you come.”
