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And finally, she comes. Her nails rake across my scalp, and her cunt clenches on my wet fingers. I can’t help but fall a bit more in love with her for her unabashed display.
When it releases her, she straightens her shirt and tries to catch her breath. But before she can, I stand and undo my pants. My cock springs out, ready and waiting for her mouth. I grab her head and pull her forward. The tip slides across her lips, then her tongue. Tracing lazily as she opens for me.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her.
I thrust into her mouth. She sucks and licks until I go too deep for that. She gags around my length. I take my pleasure from the tears suddenly rolling down her cheeks, and the tight squeeze of her throat, and the choking noises she makes.
She doesn’t push me away. Her hands come up and grip my ass, holding me tighter against her.
More. Harder. She’d say those words if she could speak.
My cum shoots out, hitting the back of her throat. She swallows reflexively around me, and I linger in her mouth before I pull out the rest of the way.
She sags back in the chair.
“Good girl,” I say, tucking her hair back.
She takes her glasses off and cleans the lenses without comment. She hoists her pants back into place as I wipe my dick clean and tuck it away.
Not a moment too soon, the doorknob jiggles. It hits the chair, stopping it from opening, and Melody gapes at me.
I shrug. We wait in silence for a minute, then two. So long that I think I imagine I hear her heartbeat. She grabs my hand, lacing her fingers with mine. After another minute of nothing, I remove the chair and crack the door.
The hallway is empty.
We leave it open and hurry away, and it isn’t until we reach the stairwell that we both burst into laughter.
59
MELODY
NHL superstar quintet returns to their roots.
Rhodes & friends join Crown Point U’s practice—here’s what you need to know about the hottest rookies in hockey.
Whiteshaw, rinse, repeat. Knox Whiteshaw’s rumored trade to the Colorado Titans seems confirmed as he’s seen skating with Jacob Rhodes.
“People come up with the weirdest headlines,” I murmur.
I wrap my arms around Jake from behind, resting my chin on top of his head, and he hums his agreement. He’s sitting on the couch in the house that feels so strangely familiar. It’s like a dream, in a way. Not so much a memory as a figment of my imagination.
If we didn’t have a house full of his friends, I’d be tempted to sit on his lap and kiss him until we both combusted.
“Is Knox joining the Titans?” I ask in his ear.
“I don’t know. The Titans’ GM asked me about him. He knows our history. But I can’t really say…”
“This should get the message to Henry, though. I mean,Rolling Stonecovered it.”
He glances up at me. “We’re a big deal, songbird.”
There’s anotherfamiliarpainting in this house. Actually, more than one. They’re lighter, for sure. Not as heavy. And I kind of remember sitting at an easel in the guest room of the house I rented, painting one, then the next.
“I went to see you,” he says.
It’s in my line of sight, framed on the wall between the television and window, but I force myself to look back at Jacob.
“I went to see you and found the cameras laid out on the table, and no sign of you. Your toothbrush was gone, some clothes, but all your paintings were still in the other room. When you didn’t come back…” He frowns. “I just wanted you. But I thought you found them and freaked out.”
