“Hey… uh… Lennox. This is Henry.”
At least the jerk sounds remorseful. I take that as my cue to shift my sex onto Blake’s mouth.
I gasp and fall forward into the wall. Lennox elbows my leg and shoots me a look.
I mouth, “Okay.” But good god! The warmth of his tongue. The pressure. The little sucks. I wasn’t ready for that.
“Thanks for calling.” Lennox raises a finger to his lips. “Does this mean you’re willing to meet? I could take you out to dinner.”
“We’ll see. My life’s a shitshow lately. I shouldn’t have been so rude to you.”
I tap the tip of his cock, drawing the bead of pre-cum into a sticky string.
“You had no reason to trust me. I get it. Sometimes life throws curveballs and sometimes life wings them straight at you.”
Swirling my finger around his tip, I bring it to my mouth and suck his salty musk.
“You have no idea.” Henry’s never sounded this beat.
“Pick somewhere to meet or we can have food delivered. Let’s talk it through.” Lennox tries desperately to make this conversation happen another time.
The phone stays silent for a moment before Henry says, “I’m not ready for that.”
“Okay. Where do you want to start?”
I point to my sex and give a thumbs-up. Lennox holds back a laugh.
“Small towns are the fucking worst. I actually need an outsider to talk to.”
Lennox forces his gaze across the room. “About what?”
My attempt to toy with his cock is a lot harder than anticipated. Trying to not suffocate Blake when all I want to do is sink into him requires a lot of attention. I settle for letting my fingers explore Lennox’s shaft as best as possible.
“I kind of fucked up.”
The spike of fear racing through me is paralleled in Lennox’s eyes and the pause in Blake’s god-like tongue movements.
“We all do at one point or another.” Lennox takes a deep breath. “Are you sure you don’t want to meet to talk about this?”
“You seem legit, but I’m not ready to have you over yet, and we can’t talk about this in town.”
“Okay.” Lennox’s head falls against the wall.
I’m not sure if it’s agony over the very interesting turn this phone call is taking, or if it’s because I tickled his balls.
“There’s this chick. I really like her, but I pissed her off.”
Lennox mouths, “Fuck.”
I wish I could care. Henry’s his son, but if he’d been less of a jerk, none of us would be in this position. Grinding on Blake’s face, I make my position clear. Henry should have thought about how hurt I would be before he cheated.
“I don’t know that I’m the best one to come to for relationship advice.”
Resting a hand on Lennox’s shoulder, I lean over and claim his lips. He’s definitely who I choose for relationship advice.
Lennox holds the phone away.
My mouth and my sex are consumed in a way I never imagined. It feels so right. So unlike how I felt when I was with Henry—the kissing part, anyway. We never got to the other skill. He better not fuck this up for me.
