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y throat.
He shifts his legs. His hand on my head curls into a fist.
I start to hum around him.
He groans. “Cleo... fuck.”
I hum a little more, and his hand on my hair trembles. He makes a low sound in his throat and closes his eyes.
He’s feeling good. I can tell because his dick swells in my mouth, and his balls, cradled in my palm, tighten a little more.
I brush the head of him against my throat and suck the rest of him tightly, with all the softest parts of my mouth. I tickle my fingertips gently over his balls, and then I tickle behind them, over the forbidden taint.
He jumps a little, and I suck him deeper.
“Christ. Oh shit...”
I bob my head a little faster. He pulls out a little. His breaths are coming louder, faster. His eyes are squeezed shut.
He strokes my cheek with his fingertips and pushes back in, moaning. His legs twitch. His balls draw up a little more.
I whirl my tongue around him.
“God you’re... fuck. Keep going... Cleo, fuck don’t stop.”
I flick my tongue against the tiny slit at the head of him. He jumps. “FUCK,” he groans.
He thrusts deeper down my throat, and his gusting breaths turn to tight moans. His fingers grasp the towel on my head. And then, just when I feel him start to really throb, just when every muscle in his body tenses and he breathes, “oh fuck,” he pulls out. He strokes himself just once, and blows all over my shoulder.
I rest my hands on his calves while he sits there with his eyes shut, panting.
When he opens his eyes, he looks dazed. Dazed but happy. Satisfied, despite the way he pulled out of my mouth. “Fucking hell, Cleo. That’s a gift.”
I laugh. He wraps an arm around my head and pulls me in between his legs. I rest my cheek against his thigh.
“That felt so good,” he says hoarsely.
“I’m glad.” I kiss his inner thigh. Chills spread out from where my lips meet his warm skin. I smile up at him. “This has been a great night.”
“You’re what’s good.” His damp hand cups my cheek.
“I guess I kinda like being your slut.”
Something about my comment makes his eyes look unhappy. As I’m wondering what bothered him, he climbs out of the tub and grabs hold of a towel rack.
“You okay?”
He laughs. “All the blood’s gone down here,” he says, nodding at his cock. It’s still half-hard.
I watch him as he towels off. Once, as he turns, I think I see a small tat on his back, just over his left hip. I’m about to ask about it when he helps me from the tub, wraps me in a towel, and hugs me close while walking me toward the bed.
He settles me on it with my legs spread. “I need to eat you one more time before you to go sleep.”
“CLEO?” SMOOTH FINGERS STROKE my face. His voice is soft and smoky in my ear. “Do you want to go with me? To the pick-up?”
I drag my heavy eyelids open. I blink at his handsome face. “What time is it?” I rasp.
“It’s four-thirty.”
