Page 118 of The Fed Sex Man

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing.” A sigh escaped me, and I tried to pass it off as a yawn. “I’m fine.”

“Seriously? I don’t want to get in another tiff about something. About anything. Let’s keep everything out in the open. You’re not going to get in trouble with me for talking about anything. Spill it, Jo.”

I took a breath and then fixed my eyes on his fruit-filled blown glass centerpiece. “I really wanted to find out about the clit-sucking. She said it was a must. I’ve been excited about it all day.”

“That’s what you’re upset about?” He laughed. “Hell, I’ll suck your clit until your eyes pop out. But that doesn’t mean you’re going to walk away with the knowledge of what it’s like to have a dick. What does one have to do with the other?”

“Sensory receptors or something,” I responded. “She said your dick has a million of ‘em, and that’s why guys like blowjobs so much. She said if a girl gets her clit sucked, she’ll understand why guys have got to have sex all the time. It’s like getting your oil changed in your car.”

He fixed his eyes on mine, then slow-blinked. Repeatedly. “I’m not.” He shook his head. “I’m not even going to comment.”

“So, it’s true?”

“If she said it,” he said with a laugh. “It must be.”

The thought of his mouth on my clit had me squirming in my seat like an antsy eight-year-old on Christmas Eve. “When do you want to do it?”

He downed his beer in one gulp. After raking his fingers through his hair, he met my gaze. “How about now?”

I smiled. “Now works for me.”

His eager response sent blood rushing to my nether regions. I looked around the room. “Just tell me where you want me.”

He rested his chin against the palm of his hand. “Based on your level of excitement, I’m going to guess this is a first for you.”

I smiled. “Yep.”

He stood and gestured to toward my knees. “Hike that dress up around your waist, pitch the panties, and kick your feet up on the table.”

I swallowed heavily. “Right here?”

“Right here.”

I exhaled a long, nervous breath. “Okay.”

With my heels resting on the table, my bare ass resting on the edge of the kitchen chair, and my dress wadded in a ball at my waist, I gazed between my legs and waited anxiously.

After jockeying into position, Tyson looked up and smiled.

“I have no idea what to do,” I said. “So, you’ll need to guide me through this.”

He popped his neck. “Just close your eyes and enjoy.”

“Do I have to close my eyes?”

He glanced between my legs. “You can watch if you want.”

I smiled guiltily. “Okay.”

He wedged his shoulders between my knees and lowered his face toward my happy place. Taken by complete surprise, I sucked a breath as he inserted a finger and bit my lip when he added another. After bringing me to near climax, he slid his fingers free of my confines.

His breath against my wetness caused me to tremble with excitement.

Filled with wonder, I pushed my wadded dress to the side and gazed between my legs. His mouth encompassed the upper portion of my mound. A jolt of excitement ran through me. Other than the top of his head, there wasn’t much to see, but knowing his mouth was on my cootch was enough to drive me wild with anticipation.

Then, something happened. Something of epic sexual proportion.