And yet, I’d feel like a jerk if I ruined Lennox’s chance to have a relationship with his son. Maybe Henry wouldn’t be such a selfish ass if he had a father figure. Or since his dad is in bed with me, maybe it wouldn’t have mattered.
Henry says, “If you hadn’t popped up on the DNA website, I would have kept believing my mom’s story. But if you didn’t want me in your life, you wouldn’t have risked taking the test. Or maybe you did leave and regretted it. I don’t know. Consider this the weirdest introduction to fatherhood.”
Such twisted games. I refuse to let this opportunity pass. Lennox could stand his ground and leave the room.
“I do regret not being there for you. I want to correct that now.”
That’s about all of the thinking I can manage while Blake eats me out. The tightening in my core requires all of my attention. I can barely keep my hand on Lennox.
My breaths grow heavy. A moan slips out.
Lennox’s eyes go wide. I stifle my reaction. Resting my head against the wall, I rock back and forth, giving myself little reprieves so I can drag this out longer.
Henry says, “Don’t judge me, but have you ever been in a relationship where you feel like you’re not enough?”
The interesting thing about Henry’s voice is that it pulls me away from the brink of orgasm every time he speaks, drawing this one out beautifully.
“Like your woman’s a ten and you’re something lower?”
“No, more like, the woman you care about needs more than just you?”
Blake chokes underneath me.
Lennox starts to get up, but I wrap my fingers around his cock and shake my head, whispering, “Be a good boy.”
Is Henry referring to my love of fun? The fun that he was able to provide because of his money? I honestly never thought it was a problem. We had a blast. We just didn’t have substance.
“You mean like a threesome?”
“Yeah. Is that weird?”
What? Henry and I never had sex. How could he have felt…? Oh, no! Maybe the woman he pissed off isn’t me? This could be even more interesting than I expected.
Lennox points at me. I shake my head.
Blake wraps his hands around my hips, securing me into place. I think Lennox forgot about his duty to assess this group project. I’ll let him know that I’m more than willing to go over it again.
A stream of pre-cum slicks Lennox’s shaft, making it easier for me to slide my hand.
He has trouble answering. “It probably happens… more than you’d think.” He rushes the last bit out.
“I’m thinking of asking my best friend to join in, but don’t know how to go about it.”
It turns out I’m a little evil. I whisper, “Video call. We can show him.”
Blake tightens his grip on my hips, forcing my clit to stay where his tongue can circle it. It’s too much. I tumble headlong into the orgasm I’d been resisting.
Lennox scrambles to cover the phone.
I cry out, attempting to stifle myself on my arm. My entire body melts as Blake laps at my sex, his fingers digging into my hips.
Henry’s tone changes to surprise. “Shit! Are you with someone?”
“Uh… no… sorry. It was the TV.”
Lennox’s cover is hysterical but I’m too drifty to laugh. Will Henry think his dad was watching porn while they talked? That would be amazing.Way to focus, Dad.
Blake taps my leg. Oops. I lift onto my knees, leaning into the wall so he can breathe.
