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“Well, the Alpha I was with didn’t order me to put them back on,” he says, with a grin, taking a slow spin with his arms outstretched. “Probably because this view’s too good to cover up.”
My lips twitch. “Probably.”
“I must admit, though,” he goes on, as his spin ends. “I’m kind of disappointed that my mate was able to resist my entirely naked body for long enough to walk all the way back to the house.”
My gaze drops to his middle as his hand starts to slowly move up and down over his fully erect cock.
The back yard is well enclosed, with the woods Everett owns surrounding the mansion on three sides, but it’s only just past four in the afternoon. It’s broad daylight, and my mate is looking to be worshipped under the winter sun. He might only be halfway serious, but I’ve refused his advances every morning for months now. I don’t want to refuse him again when I can do the opposite. My heart skips a beat as I step toward him and sink down to my knees right in front of him.
“Your hand is in my way,” I chide him.
His eyes widen and he moves his hand to stroke the side of my face.
“This wasn’t even on my list,” he whispers.
“Well, then you’ll have to write a longer list,” I tell him.
“Fucking hell,” he murmurs, his dick twitching at my first lick.
I love how quickly he goes from cocky to submissive. He melts under my touch every time, always trying to hold out a little bit longer and almost never making it.
The tip of his dick is already wet when I start to take it into my mouth. His sweet taste hits my tongue and I moan along his length as I sink down. His fingers brush over my hollowed-out cheeks as he fills my mouth. He groans, and I know he’s already painfully close to the edge. His cock throbs in my mouth as I gently suck it, and I start to move up and down, slowly, deliberately, sinking down a little deeper each time until his tip hits the back of my throat and his breath catches, his fingers moving to tangle in my hair.
His cum spills down my throat, and I swallow on reflex, not allowing him to move an inch while I drink him down and gaze up at his flushed face.
“Fuck, Cheryl,” he murmurs, gazing back down at me. “You seriously need to work on getting bad at blow jobs. It’s embarrassing how fast your mouth makes me come.”
I move back, pressing my lips together and getting to my feet.
“I like how quickly I can make you come,” I tell him. “And I love how hard your cock stays as I make it happen again, and again, and again.”
He shivers and his eyes flutter closed as I reach down and stroke a hand over his balls.
He’s completely at my mercy right now, but I’d much rather have him at my mercy inside, where the thought of stripping off makes my nipples tighten for the right reasons, not because there’s a chill in the air.
I lean in and whisper in his ear, “I’m going to open the door now, and you’re going to go inside. We’re going to do all the things you planned, and whatever else I feel like adding to your list.”
He opens his eyes, and I move back, unlocking the door and holding it open for him.
He darts inside and I follow, locking the door behind us.
I leave the keys there, so I won’t have trouble finding them later.
I get the feeling he doesn’t want to head straight to the bedroom, so who knows where we might end up. We spend a lot of our time in our huge bed and the hot tub Everett had installed in the corner of the room. We hardly ever get naked anywhere else.
“We’ve got this whole place to ourselves,” he tells me. “And I want to start in the kitchen.”
Of course. He was looking for strawberries and cream for a reason.
I step into the kitchen and go straight to the frosting I mixed up earlier.
I add a little water and stir it up some more, getting it to the right consistency for dipping.
Oscar appears behind me, tugging up the back of my skirt.
“Sexy panties,” he murmurs, his hands moving over the silky material.
“In red, like you asked,” I remind him.
