The second my lips are around him, he jolts off the bed, curling around me.
“Holy shit. Oh God.” His hand slides into my hair—not leading me, just touching me. It’s intimate.
When I slide down his length, my legs rub together in an attempt to get some friction for myself. I’ve never been turned on giving a blow job before, but there’s a first time for everything.
“Yes, just like that,” he murmurs as my tongue flicks the underside.
He’s vocal in the mornings. I didn’t expect that, and it’s hot as fuck.
I keep a steady pace until the hand entangled in my hair tightens, like he’s on the verge and trying to hold on. That’s when I go as deep as I can, swallowing around his tip. It sets him off like a rocket.
“Oh my God, Nova. I’m coming. Oh God, yes. Don’t stop.” He’s breathless as he curls around me, slamming one of his hands on the bed while the other tightens in my hair almost to the point of pain. When he’s finally empty and collapses back onto the bed, I swallow and crawl up his body to kiss him.
“I have no words,” he pants.
“Well, that’s a change from five minutes ago.” I smile as I press a kiss to his cheek, then the other, before kissing his lips.
“Yeah, I don’t know where that came from. I’m not usually vocal.”
“I liked it.” I grind against his still semi-hard dick. “A lot.”
“Oh yeah?” He flips me over so suddenly I squeak in surprise. Within seconds, his mouth is on me. “You did like it a lot. You’re so wet for me already, Nova baby,” he murmurs against said wetness. His breath sends a shiver down my spine.
“Yesss,” I hiss as his tongue hones in on my clit. He’s learned a lot in those eight days, and it takes him seconds to send me flying.
I was so worked up I’m not shocked. We both fall onto the bed, next to each other, barely able to catch our breath before his phone rings.
“God dammit,” Chris mumbles as he reaches for his phone. “Yeah?”
There’s a pause, and then Chris is scrambling out of bed, grabbing clothes as he finds them and hoping into a pair of slacks.
“On my way.” He hangs up the phone and tosses it on the bed.
“What happened?”
“This is it. The big score.” He’s walking all over his room frantically.
“That’s good, right?”
My heart drops. This is the end. Everything with Chris is coming to an end faster than I want it to. I’m not ready. I’m not sure I’ll ever be. Which is a problem, considering whatever happens with this next delivery will likely change everything for us both. My only hope is that I do get the opportunity to get close to Cano.
This is my only chance.
“Good. Right,” Chris says absentmindedly.
I watch him as I grab the clothes I had on last night. He’s unfocused, distant, with a hint of fear.
“I’m coming.”
“No, you aren’t.” He stops in his tracks and stares at me.
“You should know me better by now. I absolutely am.” Our standoff is familiar, but this time it feels like more. “It’s my only chance,” I whisper.
“Only chance for what?” He steps up to me.
“To be in a room with Cano.” It’s a huge risk to admit this.
“Tell me why.”
