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He doesn’t respond and shame starts to creep through me.
“You know what, Mack? Forget it.” I start to get up.
But his hand tightens in my hair, and he keeps me there. “Did I say you could get up?”
“Mack—”
“I want you to do this. Fuck, do I want it. But I needed to check. So, get back to work.”
The shock of his words does weird things to me. I should get up and stalk off. The humiliation should be more than complete. But I want him more. It’s a burn in my blood.
So, I take him back in my mouth, working him all the way in and out, back and forth.
He lets me try what I want. Set the pace. The vibration in him grows, and his breathing gets harsher, his hand still in my hair but not guiding me, not yet. His balls get tight, and he pushes out. “Fuck, yes, Sidney. Fuck. Harder. Suck harder. Deeper.”
Then his hand tightens, and he suddenly takes over, one hand on my face, the other jerking my head onto him as he starts to thrust deep. He holds me there, his cock hard in my throat, and I can’t breathe. I gag on him, and he pulls out a little and then just starts to hammer in.
“Oh, fuck, yes. When you gag, it’s like you’re fucking coming on me.”
But he lets up on that, instead, he just hammers in, long, deep thrusts until I’m grabbing at him, trying to get him as deep as possible.
“I’m gonna come.”
He starts to pull out, but I pull him in and hold him.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
The litany of his words falls on me like it’s poetry. His cock seems to get bigger, and then he thrusts, and it pulses and twitches. The hot cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow.
When he’s done, he eases himself from me and tucks his cock away. Then pulls me up into his arms and kisses me sweet and deep, his tongue dancing with mine. Finally, he ends the kiss, and his breath fans my fevered cheek.
“Sidney. That . . . you might have ruined me. Now, let’s get inside. I think we need a shower, and maybe I can show you some gratitude in there.”
When he says that, a low, excited throb resounds through me. I’m on a precipice, and I need him to make me fly. I’m so close, and I didn’t realize it.
All I can think about is how good going down on him was and how much I want to do it again.
I wind my arms around his neck. His grin is everything, and it lights up his dark eyes.
“And then?” I whisper. There are so many things we can do when he’s recovered. We might need a second shower. And a third . . .
“And then we’re getting dressed and going to my family’s house for dinner.”
ChapterEighteen
Mack
“So, you brought her, huh?”
I lean back in my chair, boots on the railing as I take in the family chaos in Mom and Dad’s backyard as I mull Lawson’s words.
It’s pretty fucking obvious I did, but that’s not what he’s asking.
Rose is there, drawn, pale, and looking happy—as happy as anyone can be with the grueling hours and travel she does for her job and study. Mom is looking at Sidney like she’s the latest precious gift she’s received. Dad’s manning a barbecue grill and taking pointers from his brother with what I can only call squashed-down suffering.
There are kids running about, my aunt, and little London hanging off Rose, and still seemingly shy with Sidney.
Isaac’s on call, so we have her. Which is a good deal. My little fucking assistant is filthy again, but this time it’s not on me.
