I give him a mock scowl. “Maybe I want to.”
He subsides back against the wall pretty quickly when I lower my head again.
The taste of him does swimmy, floaty things to my head, and soon I’m stretching up on my knees, straining to wrap my lips around his girth while I take him into my mouth. This isn’t about slow or taking my time. This is about sating the fierce hunger that gnaws at my insides and hearing that little groan he makes each time my lips move over the head. It’s about taking him to the point where he loses control, a point I recognize when his hand cups the back of my head and his hips start lifting in time with my movements. Right there. Got him.
I love when he forgets to worry about me being too delicate or too small.
I’m so lost in it I hardly notice the knock at the door. I notice when Bas stiffens, though.
“Is everything alright in there, sir?”
Bas lets out a choked answer. “Ah, yeah. Fine thanks.” He gives me an imploring look, but there’s no way I’m stopping now.
He’s throbbing in my hand, and when I reach into his jeans to cup his balls, they’re tight like he’s close to cumming.
“Are you sure?” The shop assistant sure is pushy. Maybe looking for a bigger commission.
“Just…trying something on for size. I’ll be done soon.” The words are spoken through gritted teeth as I take him almost to the back of my throat.
His knuckles are white where he’s gripping the edge of the bench.
“Is it a good fit, sir?”
If I didn’t have a mouthful I’d be laughing.
Bastien’s head tips back and he whispers a prayer for mercy. “Fuck yeah.”
“I’m sorry?”
He coughs. “I mean yeah. It’s the best fit I’ve ever found.” His gaze locks with mine, and I know the second he commits.
“You gonna cum?” I mouth silently.
The shop attendant clears her throat. “Well, I’ll just leave you to it, shall I?”
“Yes!” Bas lifts his hips and slams back into my mouth, right to the back of my throat.
My eyes water. I suck down every inch and squeeze the hand around his balls.
He actually lifts the corner of the shirt to stuff in his mouth as he erupts, biting down hard on the fabric. He lets out a smothered sound, and my mouth floods with his flavor, ten times as strong as before and so much of it some escapes the corners of my mouth. I hurry to swallow him down and keep sucking to draw out the last of his pleasure as he collapses back against the wall breathing hard.
I’m sure I have a very self-satisfied smirk on my face when we exit the changing room and I give the shop assistant a little wink, lifting a finger to wipe imaginary cum from the corner of my lips.
Bas buys all three shirts without even having tried on the others and wears the one I picked out. I can’t stop admiring him in the sage green as we find the elevator and make our way up towomen’s wear. I think I have a new favorite color on him. And I definitely have another favorite memory.
TWENTY
Vera
I manage to buy a super cute pair of barrel leg corduroy trousers and a new oversized sweater dress that gets Bas all flustered when I try it on with nothing underneath. I’ve just tucked a few long sleeved tees into my basket only for Bas to take the whole thing from me and stride to the register, and then my phone buzzes in my pocket.
I’m so distracted I let him pay without protesting nearly enough.
There’s a new message from Riley:Hey, can we talk?
No veiled insults. No bad-mouthing Bas or patronizing me. I open it and stand there wondering what to reply until Bas finds me between a rack of dresses and wraps his free hand around my shoulder.
I know he’s read the message when he makes a low grunt. “That didn’t take too long.”
