Page 56 of I Want to Know What Love Is

Catching the nub, I flick my tongue back and forth hard and fast and she squeezes her thighs, panting and arching, and I suck hard and catch the nub with my teeth and scrape it, flicking it until I feel it pop and weep into my mouth

“Dylan, oh my god.” She pulls me by the hair and I come up to her and hold her in my arms as her orgasm rocks her and she sobs into my hair. I whisper into her ear how precious she is to me, how beautiful and I kiss her temple and her cheek and her chin and then her mouth.

Pulling her upright, she sits on the edge of the counter and I stand between her legs holding her tight, caressing her back through the silky shirt until she finally gathers herself enough to pull away from me. She keeps her hands wrapped around my neck and we stare into each other’s eyes for several blinks. I wonder what she’s thinking as my heart pounds, hoping there’s no regret.

“You’re beautiful when you come, sha. I could do that again and again forever for you.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Which part?”

“Forever. You know there’s no such thing.” She squirms like she’s uncomfortable and I lift her off the counter. “Thank you… for indulging me.” She smiles, straightening her skirt. I expect her to complain about her panties being the open-air kind now, but she doesn’t. “You were… everything was so … unforgettable,” she says, “as advertised.” She gives me a half smile. And I take her face in my hands and kiss her like I’m a starving man and she’s my first and last meal. The kind of kiss that I never want to end. The kind of kiss that makes my dick whine and complain about neglect. Shit.

She slips a hand between us inside my shorts and before I can stop her she has a firm grip on the head of my shaft.

“Fuck, Mandy. Don’t do that unless you mean it. I don’t have a lot of restraint left here.” I try not to sound as tense as I feel, but I’m like a tinderbox right now.

“What if I do mean it.” I take a deep breath and picture a couple of linemen ready to pounce, my go to for distracting my dick.

“This isn’t a tit for tat thing. There’s no—” She squeezes and I suck in hard.

“I want to. You wouldn’t deny me, would you? After you’ve gone around teasing me showing off that dick of yours shamelessly in my office for weeks, you can’t tell me know I can’t have a look or a feel or a taste if I want, are you?”

I can’t think and so I sure as fuck can’t talk, so I shake my head, my arms wrapped around her starting to shake. She doesn’t wait for any further permission as she takes my shorts down with both hands. Before she makes her next move, before she has a chance to lower herself to the floor, I swing her around and heft myself onto the counter where she sat, with her standing between my legs.

“The floor is too hard,” I say. She raises a brow and regrips my shaft, with both hands this time and then she bends forward and takes the tip into her mouth and I see stars. Fuck. She sucks hard and long, lowering her mouth halfway down and uses her hands as she comes back up.

“Oh my god, Mandy. You’re so sexy and hot.” I watch her as her tongue trails around the tip, dipping into the slit and she laps up my juices. I’m mesmerized and my pulse pounds, my spine tensing as she lowers her mouth down again sucking up and down. She picks up her pace and I moan, checking myself to quiet down.

“Jesus, Mandy, I’m not going to last.” She smiles I can see it and feel it and she comes up and gives me a kiss on the lips, stares me in the eyes for a blink and then goes back down on me hard and fast. Shit. “I’m going to come…” I barely have a chance to warn her, my hands trembling on her shoulders to pull her up, but she sucks hard and as I surge, the orgasm exploding from me like I never remember happening before in my life, she swallows and licks and stays for wave after wave until I pull her from me, spent and wrap her in my shaking arms.

I kiss her mouth and whisper in her ear. “You are the sexiest most beautiful woman I ever met. Inside and out.” The words are automatic, coming straight from my heart to my mouth, no thought, no censorship or filtering and as I hear them and I see the flush on her face, the dizzying heat and admiration in her eyes, I wonder what the fuck we have.

Because I’m pretty sure this is more than lust between us. And that’s a fucking scary thing.

“I don’t know what to say…” She says. Fuck. Scaring her away is not what I want to do. Losing her is fucking scarier than anything else.

“Don’t say anything. Let’s get washed up and dressed.”

“Okay, but we have to talk. We have to agree this is a one-off thing—pun intended.” She rushes her words as she splashes water on her face and straightens her blouse. Then she grabs her bag and gets a brush and fixes her hair. I watch for a minute until she looks at me in the mirror.

“Is that what you’re wearing for the shoot?” I laugh.

“The sass must go on no matter what.” I’m only mildly disconcerted until I notice the shake of her hand as she runs the brush through her ponytail. She’s affected as much as I am.

It only takes me a minute to dress in my uniform pants and shirt because I’m not wearing pads. I wear a cup over my dick though just to keep it under control. I come out of the stall and she’s near the door inspecting the lock when my phone buzzes and it’s Dooley warning me they’re ready and he’s coming to get us. I swear under my breath because she looks like the picture of post-orgasmic beauty, flushed and glowing and vulnerable. And skittish.

“He’s on his way.” She nods and looks away, then back again. I say, “You leave first. I’ll join you in a few.”

After she’s gone I sit on the counter and realize I’ve never had such good head leave me so satisfied, yet so very unsatisfied at the same time.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Amanda

We do the shoot in two takes only because I stumble. Dylan is perfect. And a gentleman, damn him. Of course he is. It’s why I hate him and want him at the same time.

When it’s over, Dooley keeps us to let us know there will be a second ad and I tell him I can’t be in it, the basketball season is starting soon and I’m too busy. He nods.