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I pressed down on his shoulder until he got the message and obediently moved on, nipping and sucking along my abs and down into the trail of hair below my belly button.

“Gonna need you to put your mouth on me, babygirl,” I urged.

He let out a little puff of air that ran hot over the skin of my abdomen.

His hands shook as he reached for my zipper, so I kept my voice low and soothing. “That’s it. You’re doing so good for me. Just like that.”

The angle was awkward, so I nudged him out of the way and stood up, pulling him up after me and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Take off your clothes.”

He stood awkwardly and stared at me while I pulled off my jeans and boxer briefs. I let him have a show for a few minutes while he wrapped his head around what was happening, but then I repeated myself in a firmer voice.

“Take off your clothes, sweetheart. Do it now. Stop thinking about it and just do it.”

His hands moved automatically to the elastic waistband of his basketball shorts, the material tented obscenely. When he shucked them down, there was nothing underneath but a very hard, very hot cock.

I let out a groan and stepped closer. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” I murmured. “Are you going to let me suck your cock after you make me come?”

His chest rose up and down, but he didn’t respond. I could tell he was overwhelmed and overloaded. He needed an orgasm to help him shake off the remaining nerves he was fighting.

“On your knees,” I said. And he dropped immediately, even though he was half a step too far away. I stepped closer and grasped the base of my cock, tilting it toward his face until the sticky precum on the tip painted his bottom lip. “Open for me, princess.”

He started with a small, open-mouthed kiss, sneaking the tip of his tongue out to taste the fluid at my slit. His eyes fluttered closed as he swallowed. And then he stuck out his tongue further to wrap around the head.

The little sound of surprised pleasure that came out of his throat nearly drove me to my own knees.

“Good girl,” I murmured, threading my fingers into his hair. “You’re doing so good for me.”

His eyes blinked up at me, and it was like seeing a completely different person. Bett McNeely was wide open. His shoulders had come down from his ears. His jaw had loosened. His long fingers were spread across my quads, the skin white where his fingertips pressed firmly into my muscle.

He wanted this.

I knew it. And I knew he knew it, too.

I’d never seen him so relaxed, even in sleep.

His wet tongue slid up and down my shaft, experimenting or maybe simply wetting it before taking it fully into his mouth. “That’s it,” I murmured. “Feel it heavy on your tongue.”

I didn’t rush him, didn’t want anything about this night to come back to him in a flash of memory that could be mistaken for force or manipulation. There was no way he was going to rewrite the history of how he’d taken my dick down his throat. It was going to be completely his choice.

And he was going to know it.

He ran his nose into the crease between my cock and thigh, inhaling surreptitiously, as if I weren’t watching every single movement of this. I moved my hand through his hair and down to the back of his neck, murmuring encouragement and reassurance until he finally got up the nerve to take me into his mouth properly.

“Fuck, McNeely,” I gasped, wondering how on earth it felt this good when he’d clearly never done this before. “That fucking mouth. Fuck. So good. Keep going.”

He made a pleased humming sound before moving one of his hands off my thigh to cup my balls in his palm. His touch was light but warm, and I watched as his long fingers wrapped around me gently and tugged.

“Fucking Christ,” I bit out, squeezing his shoulder to keep from doubling over in pleasure. “Suck my cock, baby. Just like that.”

His eyes blinked up at me, and the motion must have caused him to take me a little too deep because he gagged, causing tears to immediately appear in his eyes. Dark pink flushed hotly on his cheeks, but his pupils widened.

Ohh, he likes that.

“Mmm,” I murmured, caressing a thumb over his blush and then higher until the pad of my thumb smeared his tears into his skin. “You like choking on my cock, don’t you? It’s okay. Take it a little deeper. Let me see you gag around me again. Show me those pretty tears.”

He hesitated but then took me deeper until he gagged again. Fuck.

I was so close. Embarrassingly close.