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Aaaaaand…he was going to die.

He’d always thought of blowjobs as gifts from above, especially when an exquisite creature was willing to give him one. Having been the recipient of several, he thought he knew what to expect.

He’d underestimated Lily.

She licked the head and then scraped the fleshy part with her teeth. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks before letting him go with a pop. Then, unbelievably, she repeated the rhythm.

He was powerless. Lightning shot up his spine as he rested his hand on her head. He climbed to his toes, held on to the shelf behind him for purchase. She worked him into a lather in a span of seconds, and then she changed protocol.

She worshipped the tip. She took him deep. All while he alternated between holding his breath and inhaling so he wouldn’t die. When she was done, he was going to hike up that skirt, pull her panties to the side, and fuck her until they both collapsed.

Except he couldn’t. Soon, his friends or, God help them, Reginald or Felicia would wonder where Marcus and Lily had absconded to. And while the house was big, it wasn’t so big that they wouldn’t hear them banging around in the pantry.

“McIntire,” he grunted. She hummed, taking more of him. The sound reverberated in his balls.

“Lily, I—oh, fuck.” Whatever words he’d been planning to say shot out of his brain like a cannonball. Her soft lips, wet tongue, and the added bonus of her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft…

He was going to lose it.

Close. So, so close. His hips thrust forward, sending him deeper into her mouth. She widened her jaw to accommodate him. He was on the edge of coming.

“Right there,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“Tawny port. We picked it up when we were in California last year,” came the faint sound of Joanie’s voice. She was heading toward the pantry.

But Lily didn’t stop. She swallowed him deeper and fingered his balls. He was speechless, damn near paralyzed. She cupped his sac again, and he stopped trying to resist. He came into her mouth, his body folding in half as stars appeared behind his eyelids. No, not stars. An entire Fourth of July fireworks display. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from shouting her name.

When he came to, she was jerking his pants over his hips. “Hurry.”

He palmed her cheek and kissed her. Just one sweet press before he said, “You are a goddess.”

“We’ll discuss it later.” She let out a breathy chuckle. “Don’t forget your belt.”

He turned from the door to zip and buckle as Joanie’s voice grew louder, nearer.

“It has these lovely notes of vanilla,” she was saying.

“Are you decent?” Lily whispered.

“Hardly,” he grunted. He was fairly certain his head wasn’t on this planet.

She hit the light switch as the handle on the door turned. He squinted against the bright light. Her hair was disheveled, her lips plump. His dick gave a mournful bob.

“Oh!” Joanie stood at the threshold of the pantry, eyes wide, her hand pressed to her chest. Felicia stood next to her, appearing equally shocked.

“Found it!” Lily grabbed a can of cherry pie filling from the shelf behind his head. He wanted to howl. Good luck explaining that one, McIntire.

“Can I borrow this?” She turned the can to read the label. “Wait. Never mind. I thought that was peach.”

He bit his lip, this time to keep from laughing.

Joanie’s eyebrows were at the top of her forehead. “Are we…interrupting something?”

“Marcus was giving me a tour of the pantry—looks great, by the way—and then he shut the door and turned out the lights,” Lily was saying. “He knows how afraid of the dark I am. What a prankster.”

She was a beautiful, terrible liar. He reminded himself never to use her as an alibi.

“Thank goodness I found the switch,” she said.