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I grin and move to sit further back on his legs just before I start to stroke him through his jeans.
He groans. “Callie.”
“Shush. No one’s around.”
I undo his jeans, letting his throbbing cock burst out into my waiting hands.
“I’m gonna come, Callie.” He gulps, looking embarrassed. “Watching you...was so fucking hot.”
Bending over him, I suck the leaking mushroom head into my mouth and swirl my tongue around his piercing before releasing him. After teasing him for a few minutes with my tongue flicking the silver, I slide him as far as he can go without choking me and start to jack him off with my hands on his balls and the root of him and my mouth working him over. The only warning I get that he’s about to come is the grip on my hair as he tries to move my mouth from him, but I shake my head and suck him deep.
He arches his hips and groans – loudly – as he starts releasing. I swallow everything he has and refuse to move from him until he’s completely spent, but he eventually pulls my mouth away.
“Babe…I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He pulls me up to lie against his chest and wraps his arm around me while his breathing returns to normal. “Thank you,” he whispers before placing a kiss to my forehead.
Sitting back up, I tuck him into his jeans. “I’ll let you zip so I don’t get anything caught up in the zipper.”
He laughs. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
“Definitely not.”
Snuggling back against his chest, I ask, “Will you tell me about your sisters?”
He groans, which makes me smile. “Okay. What do you want to know?”
Why do guys do that? Answer a question with a question? “Their names would be a start and go from there.”
“Okay. I have five sisters. Jessie is the youngest at fourteen, followed by Robin at fifteen, and Mara who has just turned eighteen.” He sighs. “This is boring.”
I smack his arm. “Not to me, and you’ve missed two.”
“Sarah is twenty and Amanda is twenty-two. My folks are divorced, no idea where my dad is, and my mom is a shrink. I’ve not seen my dad for years and when I go home I get mobbed by my sisters who always act as though they haven’t seen me for years. So I guess you can say I’m close to them although they’re probably relieved I don’t live so close anymore because I was kind of a hindrance to their dating.”
I look up and catch the huge grin splitting his face. “Hmmm. I can imagine you frightening them all.”
He laughs. “Yeah, but it wasn’t just me. Donovan and Phoenix were usually standing beside me. We had some laughs, until of course, Mara started following Donovan everywhere so he finally stopped coming around to the house.” He shrugs. “She’s still a pain in my ass.”
Interesting. “Doesn’t Donovan like her? I mean there’s only eight years between them.”
He stills. “No fucking way. He’s too old for her and there is no way he’s getting close to one of my sisters, and yes I’d feel this way if it was Amanda with only four years age difference. I’ve been friends with him for a long time and I know what he’s like with the girls – he’s not doing that shit to one of my sisters.” He shudders.
Grinning, I look up and meet his gaze, and then
tease, “Are you sure it’s that or is it simply that you don’t want to imagine one of your sisters having…”
He covers my mouth with his hand. “Do not go there.”
He’s serious as well, but I can’t let it go just yet. “Did any of your sisters not go after Phoenix?”
“Grrr. You really are pushing it.”
“You should be mellow after having my mouth on you.” I pinch his abs through his shirt.
“Hey,” he grouches, rubbing his chest. “Yeah… Sarah and Amanda did, right up until they went off to college and met their own guys.” He starts to caress my back. “So…you’re an only child, huh? I’m surprised they allowed you to move away for college.”
I smile against his chest, not wanting to move while I’m so comfortable. I can’t ever remember spending an afternoon like this before – ever. “Yes, I’m an only child and growing up was a bit stifling. I eventually got sick to death of my mother’s words every time I left the house. ‘Now Callie, make sure you don’t go near the cowboys. They’re paid to work not flirt with you.’”
“And did you stay away from the cowboys?” He asks, wrapping my hair around his fingers.
