Page 46 of A Tragic Melody

“Anymore,” I agree as her fingertips stroke over the outline of my cock. “It’s a line for me now. One I won’t cross.”

“You aren’t on drugs, unless you are keeping something from me.” Her chin rests against my leg as she smiles up at me.

“But you are.”

“Barely. It’s been hours since I did a line.”

“Pills?”

“Same.”

“Alcohol?”

“You said drugs, not alcohol.”

“I’m not comfortable with having sex with someone who has done drugs in the last twenty-four hours.”

“Who said anything about sex?” She laughs, and my cock grows harder.

I can’t help how hard I’m getting. Biology is outweighing fear in this moment. Though only part of it has to do with biology, the other part is the fact I’m not fucking blind. I may need connection to fully enjoy sex, but my cock reacts to pretty things just like everyone else. And Tuesday is really fucking pretty, and is touching me really fucking good right now.

“I’m not going to let you fuck me now. Not after you covered my mouth moments ago. That was very rude of you.” She pulls my cock out through the front of my boxers. My body adjusts to allow her more room without any say on my part. “I’m just going to suck your dick.”

“I’d rather you didn’t do that.” I try to keep my voice level even as her thumb begins to rub circles around the head of my cock. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“I gave you secrets and vulnerability, Wyatt. Now it’s time you give me what I need.”

“You need to swallow my cock?”

“Oh, yes. I need that badly.” Her tongue dashes across the tip. “Please?” she pleads, looking up at me. “Flood my mouth with your come and erase all the bad thoughts. Be my drug for the night.”

She should’ve just started with that if she wanted to end me. If she let me in just a fraction of how she did tonight, I would’ve been at her mercy far faster.

“No. I think we shou⁠—”

“God, can you stop thinking for one second and just enjoy yourself? I know you are in recovery, but does that mean you can’t enjoy anything? Not even a blow job?” She rolls her eyes.

“Sex or nothing,” I counter. If I can get her off, there is a chance I can still win. If I blow her mind, maybe she will give up the fight. Wave the white flag.

“What?”

“Sex or nothing,” I repeat. “I don’t like receiving only,” I clarify. My mind is spinning as she toys with my cock. “It’s not good for me if I’m not returning the favor.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She sighs as her hand drops my cock. The loss of her touch is almost painful.

“I’m not a heartless ass?” I shrug.

She laughs at that. “No, you are far worse—you’re a tease.”

“Not a tease. I’d deliver.”

“Doubtful.” She giggles. “Every man in the world likes to think he has what it takes to get a girl off, but I’ve met very few who actually could.”

“Maybe if you weren’t high all the time, they’d have better odds.”

“Sure.” She sighs, leaning back with her hands on the floor. “Just go to bed. I’m afraid I’m not in the mood for your subpar pleasure tonight.”

“Now who’s the tease?”