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“Oh. Yes.” I couldn’t resist finding his mouth and pushing my tongue between his lips. I needed him. Whatever reservations I had would have to wait for a time when we weren’t naked in bed together. When he didn’t have his hands all over me. When we weren’t frantically kissing and touching and exploring. If the chance of pregnancy was off the table—and he’d promised it was—I was all in.
“You ever done sixty-nine?” he asked, his voice low.
“If you and I didn’t do it, I haven’t done it,” I responded.
He flipped onto his back and patted my backside. “Climb on top of me so your pussy is right above my mouth. Then I want to feel those hot, wet lips around my cock.”
I couldn’t move fast enough, crawling over his body to get into position.
The first swipe of his tongue made me groan, and when he spread me wide with his fingers, it was all I could do not to cry out. Doing this quietly would prove tricky, especially for me since I recalled being loud when I orgasmed. And I was going to come hard.
“Taste me, baby,” he said in a soft growl.
I gripped his massive cock in my hand, running my fingers up and down the length before licking the tip.
This time he was the one who groaned, his hips shifting restlessly.
I nibbled the soft skin for a few more seconds, enjoying the tangy taste of the pre-come leaking from it. It was hard to concentrate, though, because he was doing wicked things with his tongue, stabbing it inside of me with short, rhythmic strokes. He wasn’t just licking me, he was fucking me with his tongue, and I momentarily couldn’t focus on anything but how good it felt.
A light slap to my backside brought me back to the task at hand, and I managed to wrap my lips around him. I opened my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate his girth and sucked deep. I felt him shudder so I sucked harder, enjoying the fact that I could distract him the same way he was distracting me. I’d read about doing this in books, but the descriptions were nothing compared to how good it felt to experience it.
Zeke slid a finger inside me as he sucked my clit and I clamped my lips around his cock, knowing it wouldn’t be long until I got off. I wanted him to come when I did, so I sucked harder, moving a hand up and down his shaft in time to the motion of my mouth. But there was no stopping what was happening to me.
The coiling in my belly didn’t build gradually, but ripped through me unexpectedly, and my orgasm was explosive. I practically wailed from the force of it, barely aware of him pumping in and out of my mouth. It wasn’t until I choked that I realized he’d come deep in my throat, and I swallowed twice as I caught my breath.
“Holy shit,” I breathed. “That was amazing.”
“Fuck yeah. I think we should—” He was cut off by the sound of Jeremy crying.
Son of a bitch.
We hadn’t been quiet at all.
25
Zeke
A year ago, I would have been annoyed as fuck at the interruption of our post-coital intimacy. Tonight, I chuckled and gently pushed Presley off me so I could grab our son.
“Be right back,” I said as I handed him to Presley and then hurried to the bathroom to clean up.
I hated that we’d woken him up, but it made it that much clearer to me that I had to convince Presley to come to California. As soon as we knew Aunt Meg was going to be okay, and hopefully could travel, I would take them back to L.A. with me. I had plenty of empty bedrooms and I’d find the best doctors to take care of Meg. My parents would be over the moon to spend time with the baby, the band would be relieved I was there to work on the album, and I’d make sure Presley had everything she needed.
The only obstacle would be talking Presley into it. She was proud and stubborn, and while I respected that, I couldn’t stay in Minneapolis more than a few days. I needed her and my son to be with me, plain and simple. The spark between us burned brighter than ever, and that was all I’d needed to know. Sex wasn’t everything but in a case like this, where we didn’t have a lot of time or history together, it was indicative of the potential for something more. I’d had lots of good sex. That was easy. Meaningful sex was different, and that’s what this had been.
Even after all the pain and heartache I’d caused her, she’d given herself to me without hesitation. Physically, at least, she trusted me, and once we got past this overwhelming fear of pregnancy, things would get even more intense.
She got up when I got back to the bedroom and whispered, “I’m going to the bathroom. He’s already half-asleep. Just keep rubbing his tummy and he’ll drift off.”
“You got it.” I paused to quickly press my lips to hers and she smiled as she returned the pressure. Then I got to watch her wiggle her bare ass as she walked out of the room.
“Hey, big guy. You almost cock-blocked me, buddy. You know that?” I spoke in a soft, gentle voice, rubbing my hand on his stomach the way I’d seen Presley do it. Sure enough, his eyes closed and he was asleep before she got back from the bathroom. I quietly put him back in his crib and then reached for Presley.
“I’m cold,” she whispered.
I pulled up the blankets and wrapped my arms around her, kissing the top of her head. “Better?”
“Much.”
