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Chapter Twelve
Tamsyn
She took a deep breath before turning around, steeling herself for the sight of his scar. She’d seen pictures when she’d looked them up in an attempt to desensitize herself in case Hux ever offered to get naked with her.
It was thrilling that he had, but now she was worried that she’d do something ridiculous like pass out or get sick again. She didn’t want him to change his mind or think that she was anything but grateful that he’d shared that part of himself.
But when she turned around, it was clear that she didn’t need to worry. About the length of her forearm, it wasn’t like the scar was invisible, but it wasn’t nearly as disturbing as she’d been anticipating. It wasn’t red or raw. It didn’t look painful. It was just a raised line that started at the hollow of his throat and ran down the length of his sternum. Not scary, not traumatic. Just part of him.
And jeez the rest of him was beautiful. A work of art standing in front of her with broad shoulders and muscles that were defined but not sinewy. He didn’t look like a bodybuilder, but a man who would be comfortable and warm, who would feel like contentment if she pressed up against him and let herself be circled by his strong arms.
There was some tension on his face, tightness around his eyes and mouth that said he was waiting for her reaction, and she wanted to ease his mind too. So she stepped in and went up on tiptoe in order to wrap her arms around his neck. He felt so good, and so right. Like their bodies were meant to be sealed together like this, and her happiness escaped in a sigh.
“You feel really good,” she told him.
“So do you, little girl.”
The pet name turned the warmth that had been gathering inside her up to a simmer. Not of the serene, satisfied, could-do-this-for-days-to-make-soup type either. More like a pitstop on the way to a boil. Wanting to taste his skin instead of just feel it, she kissed his neck, and didn’t stop there.
No, she slid her hands to his shoulders and created a gap between them so she could look her fill at the breadth and strength of him. How the light and shadow sculpted his chest and stomach. Also so she could lean forward and plant a kiss where his scar started, and then continue down the length of it.
She hoped he could feel the message she was trying to send without words, how this made her feel. With the warmth of his body in front of her and the skin of her back warmed from the flogging he’d administered, she could imagine what it might feel like to have Hux in front of her and Lowell at her back. But it wasn’t fair to Hux to conjure that picture, especially when she was content with him and she didn’t want him to feel otherwise. Just another deposit to make to her spank bank, she’d enjoy that fantasy later. For now, she would luxuriate in reality.
A small moan escaped her when Hux threaded fingers into her hair and made a fist close to her scalp. God she loved having her hair pulled, that perfect tension seemed to run straight to her pussy. She was nearly to the bottom of his scar and found that she wasn’t ready to stop yet. Not by a long shot.
So she dropped to her knees, hooked fingers over his waistband, the smell of his black leather belt intoxicating, and looked up at him.
“May I please, Daddy?”
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Huxley
Fucking hell was he glad he’d made a habit of jerking off before meeting his little girl at Hive because if he hadn’t already taken the edge off, he might’ve come in his pants. Tamsyn kneeling in front of him, eyes wide and lips parted, cheeks flushed, asking so prettily to suck him off? He was grateful for not being a younger man.
“Yes, you may, sweet girl. That was very good asking, you make Daddy so pleased with your nice manners.”
His voice was strained and tight, but Tamsyn hadn’t seemed to notice. Or if she did, she didn’t care. The way she beamed up at him like he’d just given her the most precious gift was enough to make his head spin.
She made quick work of his belt and carefully slid down the zipper of his slacks before freeing his erection from his boxer briefs. This was not at all how he thought tonight would go; it was far better.
Tamsyn circled his dick with her hand and squeezed lightly before stroking him. Despite the soft touch, his breath left his lungs in a rush and he gripped her hair tighter. She used the pad of her thumb to draw a line from his base to frenulum before rubbing it over the tip, spreading pre-come over his head and making him mutter, “fuck.”
Just before he thought this couldn’t feel any better, she dipped her head and surrounded his crown with her hot, wet mouth.Jesus Christ. She sucked at him lightly before swirling her tongue around and he had to clear his throat to compliment her.
“That’s so good, little girl. I love the way you touch me. You’re making Daddy feel so good."
She couldn’t exactly smile with her lips stretched around his shaft but he could tell from her eyes that she was pleased with his words. Such a praise kink on this one, and wouldn’t he love to tell her over and over how special and sweet she was? Would she like it even more if there was another voice adding to the chorus? Lowell didn’t tend to be effusive in his praise—to anyone—but when he deigned to tell you that you’d done well, it created a certain kind of glow in your chest, special and rare.
How was he going to go about offering that to her? It wasn’t something there was a manual on. There was no tiktok or twitter account that was a dedicated guide to asking your lover if perhaps she’d like to get fucked by you and also your near carbon copy. That was maybe a niche too small to be served even by the internet.
And yes, he needed to think about how best to approach that, the conditions under which Tamsyn would be most likely to say yes that wouldn’t render her consent null and void, but he didn’t need to do it now. For now, he could enjoy the attention this gorgeous woman was lavishing on his cock. The meticulous way she licked every inch of him and cradled his balls in her palm before tugging gently.
It made sense that she would be so careful, that she would give the most conscientious head, the most fastidious fucking blowjob he’d ever had. He’d had some very enjoyable sloppy and wild fellatio, his pleasure derived mostly from his partner’s enthusiasm, but this was different. Not only did it feel better but it was just so very her. He supposed it could feel prissy or finicky to someone else, but he fucking loved it.
Of course his little actuary would have a proven method for sucking a guy off. She’d probably developed an algorithm for all he knew, and he cared even less. The bottom line was that it felt goddamn incredible as she swallowed him down, took him into her throat before drawing back and humming around him.
Huxley held off as long as he could but between how long it had been since he’d been in a woman’s mouth, what a pretty picture Tamsyn made on her knees, and how sweetly she worked his length while drawing on his tip and applying the perfect amount of pressure to his sac, it wasn’t long.
“Gonna come, Shannon. Almost there. Yes, just like that, little girl. Fuck, you’re so good at this. You make your daddy feel so good.”
He thought about spilling in her hot, slick mouth, but when he felt his orgasm ripping through him, he pulled out because he wanted more to see the evidence of his climax on her skin, have her feel the spurts of thick, white fluid on her chest.
With her staring up at him, eyes and mouth formed into perfect Os, it was easy to wrap his hand around hers, jerk himself a few last times, rougher than he thought she would’ve dared, and then he was coming. Jet after jet, rope after rope of his orgasm landed across her tits, and dripped down her breastbone toward her navel.
“Such a perfect little cocksucker,” he told her, using his grip on her hair to steer her head to rest against his hip not giving a single shit that his pants were definitely going to require a trip to the dry cleaners after this. No, not caring at all while he held her close, still overcome by this wave of pleasure.
