“You’re already late. What’s three more minutes?”
“You think you can jerk me off in three minutes?”
“If that doesn’t work, there’s always another way.” She wiggles her ass to give me a hint.
Heat detonates behind my ribs. The idea of exploring her this way is music to my ears. Too bad it’s not possible. “Seeing that you think I can just slide in there the same as your pussy tells me you never had a cock in your sweet tight ass. We need lube, a plug, and more than three minutes to get you nice and ready.”
She hooks her index finger in the pockets of my sweats, tugs my pants down and quickly does the same with my boxers.
“B, we don’t—” I shut up when she takes my dick in her hot mouth, twirling her tongue around the head. “Fuck,” I hiss, my balls pulling taut, orgasm already building at the base of my spine. “You might be onto something with those three minutes.”
She sucks me in deeper, her head bobbing back and forth, long nails gouging into my hips to keep me in place when she swallows me down.
“Good girl, fuck, that’s good... a little faster.”
I gather her hair, holding it in a ponytail with my fist, eyes on her pretty face. The orgasm gains momentum, hurtling to the surface faster once she grips the base. It’s a sensory overload. That stubborn part of my character not prone to giving up or letting someone else win is fighting it, but B knows how to drive me incoherent with need. How to make me lose control.
“Out,” is all I rasp before nothing more than my guttural noises fill the room. My throat constricts as the orgasm rattles through me, powerful enough to cramp my thighs.
B arches back in time, working my length with her small hand, milking my warm cum over her chest and throat.
“That was...” I suck in a harsh breath. “Thank you, baby.”
I grip her underarms, helping her up when she tucks my cock back in my boxers and readjusts my sweats.
“I like making you lose control,” she admits, smoothing her hands down the sides of my sweatpants.
“I hate that I can’t return the favor, but—”
“I’m on my period, Cody. I wouldn’t let you return the favor even if you weren’t late.” She smiles, looks curiously down her cleavage, wipes up a fingerful of my cum, and sucks it into her mouth.
One small move, but it drives me feral. I could easily rise again and bend her over the bed.
Her eyes widen in surprise as her finger pops out of her mouth. “It’s nothing like I imagined.” She dabs her finger again, licking it clean as she looks at me. “You can come in my mouth next time.”
“Jesus... What are you doing to me?”
She’s careful not to touch her chest to mine as she stamps a quick kiss on my lips. “I’m making sure not one show you see this weekend tops this.”
I slap her butt, squeezing hard. “Nothing tops this, B, but you look good in green. I like that you’re jealous, as long as you don’t take it too far. If I wanted to fuck someone else tonight, I wouldn’t have told you I don’t hate you.” I slap her butt again and drop one last kiss on her head. “Go take a bath. I’ll see you Sunday. Call me if you need me.”
A smile is all I get before she locks herself in the bathroom, and I exit her condo, determined to grab the fastest shower in the history of mankind.
But that goes to shit the second I yank the door wide open, stalking out of Blair’s condo with a bare chest, wild hair, and half my clothes in hand.
It goes to shit because I come face to face with my brother, strutting down the corridor. He halts mid-step, narrowed eyes taking me in.
“I thought you could use a lift,” Logan says, weighing every word. “All those cars will be a tight fit at Nico’s.”
“Am I glad it’s you and not one of the others.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “If you think I won’t give you any shit, you’re sorely mistaken, bro.”
A small smile plays across my lips despite the atmosphere thickening, tangling, and getting too hot to breathe as I cross the hallway. “I know, but among all that shit, you’ll be helpful. Come on, I need a shower.”
“Yeah, I bet...” he mutters, following me inside. “Shower first, then I get to call you names, and then you can talk.”
“While you’re thinking of those names, make me a coffee.”
