That made him snort with laughter.
I pushed him against the counter and then dropped to my knees. “Come on then. Get it out.”
“Jesus.” Lee fumbled with his fly, and a second later I was staring at his dick.
It was a nice dick. It had been a while since I’d blown a guy, and I hadn’t really been that into it before, but with Lee? Yeah, I could be into it. I wanted to take him apart, just to prove I could.
I leaned forward and licked a stripe up his dick, then ran my tongue over the head, teasing, before I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked. He was only about halfway to hard when I got him in my mouth, but it didn’t take long for that to change. I wasgoodat this. His knees buckled and he made a shocked sound before he reached back and steadied himself on the counter, and yeah, that was pretty fucking hot, knowing I’d made him go weak at the knees.
I braced myself on his thighs and started blowing him for real, setting up a fast rhythm.
Lee’s fingers tangled in my hair. “Holy shit, Chase!” He threw his head back. “How the fuck are you so good at this?”
He probably didn’t really want the answer to that. Especially since I’d have to take his dick out of my mouth to give him one. So instead I dug my fingers into his thighs and sucked harder. Lee’s grip in my hair tightened, and his hips snapped forward as he thrust into my mouth.
I hummed around his dick, and a spurt of precum hit my tongue. “Oh fuck,” he panted. He tensed and tugged me off his dick, and I leaned forward to take him back in my mouth—which was when his cock pulsed, and stripes of hot cum landed on my face.
I’d had guys come on my face before, but I’d never been into it. But it turned out I was into it whenLeedid it. Which probably explained why my dick was rock hard right now—another thing that had never happened when I blew a guy. I was learning all sorts of shit about myself today.
Lee let go of the countertop and kind of slid to the floor and leaned against the cabinets, his chest heaving. He reached out, ran a thumb down my cum-spattered cheek, and said, “Fuck, that’s hot.” Then he held his thumb against my lips and pressed it inside. I sucked it clean, and my cock throbbed in my khakis. I wondered if I could figure out a way to get Lee to suck my dick without actually, y’know,asking.
Turned out I didn’t need to. He reached out and cupped my erection, then said, “Get your dick out. I want to suck it.”
“Asshole.” Even I knew how dumb it sounded to get pissed at his tone when he was just parroting my own words back at me. But I didn’t really mean it, and we probably both knew it.
“Maybe I’ll suck that another day,” he said, sending a jolt through me. “But today I want your dick in my mouth.”
I wasn’t dumb enough to make him ask twice, and I scrambled to push my pants down to my knees. Lee followed them down.
I stared at one of Gracie’s pictures on the refrigerator while I tried my hardest not to come. Should have been totally easy, right? There was nothing sexy about that horse, or cow, or dog, or whatever the fuck it was. Except Lee wassucking my dickand it was kind of hard to be aware that anything else in the world even existed, especially bad kindergarten art.
I came so goddamn fast that I didn’t even have the chance to pull out and do it on his face. Partly because it had been hot when he’d done it to me, but partly also for payback. Just, one second I was staring hard at the refrigerator, and the next it was all over.
I sagged against the cabinet, gasping for breath, and Lee rose to his feet.
“Shit,” I said, staring at him.
He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “Yeah.”
And then, for the first time since we’d started hooking up, I didn’t get the urge to leave straightaway. Or, since this was my house, to kick him out straightaway. I thought that maybe I could offer him a beer or something. Was that what people did? People who were having sex that wasn’t hate sex?
But I must have taken too long thinking about it because Lee smiled and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Are you good to walk to work like you said? I could pick you up, but I’d be swinging by just after five, is all.”
“Nah,” I said. “I’ll take the extra hour sleep.”
“Good plan.” He smiled again. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you,” I said, my stomach clenching, and watched as he walked out.
Dinner that nightwas beans and rice. For once it wasn’t because we were all between paychecks but because we hadn’t had it in ages and Danny’s beans and rice rocked. And because it was only the three of us tonight, there were plenty of leftovers for later in the week.
Cash leaned over and whispered to me, and I asked Danny, “Where’s Miller?”
“Working late,” Danny said, wrinkling his nose. “Sucks, but what can you do?” He shoveled a forkful of beans and rice in his face. “And Wilder and Gracie are at Avery’s. Like always.”
That wrinkled nose again.
Cash whispered to me.
