I picked up my pace. I hollowed out my cheeks, played with his balls, and continued my unrelenting blow job. Sweat pooled on my forehead, and his thighs grew damp and twitched every few seconds. His groans grew, and his grip tightened on my hair. I kept going despite the reflex to gag, despite the tears. This was about him. I adjusted my position, so I kneeled on the bed next to him, and without warning, he reached out and dragged his fingers through my pussy. His arms were so long he could reach me from the back as I sucked him.
“Goddamn,Em. Yes.Yes.”
He thrust his fingers into me, and I moaned on his cock. I moanedhardas he curled his fingers at the end. “Ohmy,” I whined, unable to say the words. “Mm.”
He picked up his pace, and I picked up mine. Then, when my hair was everywhere and sweat covered our bodies, his breathing changed, and he grunted as he tapped me. “I’m gonna come. You can stop.”
I shook him off. I wanted to taste him. I needed to taste him.
“Em, baby, if you don’t stop?—”
I sucked harder, stroking and sucking when his orgasm hithim. His entire body tensed, and he tugged my skin and hair as he moaned my name in the sexiest, deepest, most tantalizing way I had ever heard. It was sexy and growly. “Em…Em…fuck.”
I swallowed every drop of him, then rested my head on his stomach. His fingers were still inside me, his other hand on my head as he exhaled, hard. My mouth hurt, my eyes watered. I was a mess. Makeup probably everywhere. But I didn’t care. I felt on top of the world. A tug formed low in my gut. The fact I got him off turned me on. His pleasure enhanced mine, and I arched my hips, thrusting slightly. My body did it on its own.
“Does my girl need more?”
“I-I don’t know.” My eyes were closed, I was still on his stomach, when his fingers moved inside me again. “Oh,oh.”
“You’re clenching around my fingers. Did sucking my cock get you hot? You’re soaked again, Em. All because my cock was in your mouth.”
“Yes.” I whined when his fingers left me. “Wait—what?”
He flipped me over, captured my mouth with his, and kissed me hard. It was teeth and tongue, sucks and kisses. “I need to taste myself on you. Fuck, you taste decadent.” He kissed down my neck. “Have you ever come twice, Em?”
I shook my head, excited at the thought he wanted to try. “No.”
“Mm, then I’d be honored.” He stared down at me, his gaze dark and warm at the same time. Like he wanted to love me and destroy me. “I’m going to suck your clit until you come, then I’m gonna clean you up.”
I shuddered. “If you’re like this every time you come home, then I can’t wait for the next away game.”
He chuckled, but it turned dark as he moved between my thighs and got to work.
26
NOAH
She looked different like this.
Not dressed up. Not braced. Just cozy and real in my bed, knees pulled up under one of my old T-shirts that hung to her thighs. Her glasses sat a little crooked on her nose, hair still damp from the shower, skin warm and soft.
I leaned back against the headboard and watched her for a second longer than necessary, committing the sight to memory. I’d seen a hundred different versions of her over the years—laughing too hard at something dumb, crying quietly in the kitchen, pacing with a sketchbook under her arm—but this one hit me hardest. Comfortable.Mine.
“You’re staring,” she said without looking up from the blanket she twisted between her fingers.
“Yeah,” I admitted, fighting a grin. “I sure am. Look at you. You’re so pretty.”
She glanced up then, eyes curious with a slight blush, and that familiar ache settled low in my chest. I reached out and brushed my thumb along her knee, slow and deliberate, the touch easy instead of charged. Touch didn’t feel like a questionwith her anymore. It felt like language. Anewerversion of our love language.
“You okay?” she asked softly.
I nodded, then shook my head, because neither answer was quite right. “I’m better now,” I said. “Today was… a lot. But this—” I gestured vaguely between us. “This helps. Having you with me? Being here with you? Yeah. Definitely helps.”
She shifted closer without a word, her shoulder pressing into my side. She fit my body perfectly, which was hard because I was so large. I was used to intimidating people and often had to downplay my size. But not Em. She climbed me and used me until she got comfortable, and I loved that about her. I let myself lean into her touch. Her head tipped against my shoulder like it was second nature, and I realized it kind of was.
We sat like that for a while, the room dim except for the soft glow from the lamp across the bed. I could hear Daniel moving quietly in the living room, the faint sound of Sassy’s nails clicking against the floor, life continuing in small, normal ways. It made the silence between us feel earned instead of awkward.
I hesitated, then spoke before I could talk myself out of it. “The reason I texted you that cryptical message was…well, my parents crossed a line today. I didn’t tell you everything earlier because I didn’t want to dump it on you when I couldn’t do anything about it yet.”
