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I’m in such a haze, so full of bravado and desire that I decide to stand and push him towards the armchair opposite us, removing his boxers as we move.
I kneel in front of him, taking in the sight of his silky cock as it sits against his stomach. He fists himself twice and hisses in approval at what I’m about to do.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to… so much.”
Eagerness flows like lava through my blood and sweep my hair to one side before leaning forward, replacing his hand with mine. Wrapping my hand around the base of him, I squeeze his thick length. My mouth waters and my stomach flips at the thought of having him inside of me. I run my hand up and back down, watching his jaw loosen and precum leak from his tip. My thumb smears his arousal over him and when he pushes his hips towards the ceiling, I dive forwards and circle my tongue around the end of his cock, making him moan. I lick away the saltiness and watch his eyes roll heavenward. I taste and tease his tip in shallow movements until he grabs my hair and forces our eyes to meet. The grip he has is gentle yet firm and I instantly feel another rush of wetness to my core.
“Don’t tease me baby, I need you. Do you have any idea how many times you’ve done this in my dreams? Don’t play games with me,” he rasps.
I smile devilishly at him, keeping my one hand around him and guide him into my mouth again, sucking him deeply until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuuuuuck. Your mouth is too fucking good, Jess,” His words spur me on, begging for me to bring him to his climax. I drop my hand and reach for his balls as I cup them and softly roll them in my palm as I flatten my tongue against the back of him and drag upwards.
My eyes water as I double my efforts. Gripping his shaft, I pump him whilst hollowing my cheeks and moan around him.
“Jesus… Fucking… Christ… Jess,” I surge forward, grabbing the base of him and I feel his body stiffen as he empties into my mouth, spilling a slew of inaudible curse words at the same time.
I swallow everything he gives me.
When I finally let him slip from my mouth and look up, I find him staring at me, his hazel eyes soft and sated. He looks boyish and vulnerable sitting in front of me.
“Fuck, Jess, your mouth…” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
Something passes between us as we are coming down from our highs. Something beyond a spark of lust. Something that I know he feels, too.
“I don’t want you to go home. I want you to stay here tonight. I want to do that all over again and so much more, Jess. Please stay?” His big puppy dog eyes almost break my resolve. If that doesn’t, then his cock, which is still staring at me, would. But I have to go home tonight. I can’t stay because I know I don’t trust myself not to fall into the abyss in Liam’s eyes that is threatening to consume me. It’s been one date and I can’t fall in yet.
“I want to stay, but I think it’s best if I go home tonight.”
He sighs, obviously disappointed, but he stands and passes me my clothes instead.
“I just think if I stay…”Fuck, I don’t even know what I think.
He turns to face me as he dresses. “I get it,” he says. “It’s fine.” Even though it clearly isn’t fine.
I feel a pang of disappointment at my own stupid decision and I bite my lower lip, wondering if I should stay after all.
When I’m dressed, I stand in between his legs, and he instantly pulls me towards him, sighing deeply. I brush my hands over his shoulders until his chin tips up and rests on my lower belly. “I had such a wonderful time tonight.”
“Me too.” He smiles, running his hands over the backs of my thighs.
“So, what do you think? Does adult Jess get a second date?” I muse, loving the way his expression softens.
“Adult Jess will be getting a second date whether she wants to or not,”
I smile broadly down at him. “I’ll see you soon then?” I bend to kiss him when he whispers against my mouth.
“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away, Scotty.”
23
Liam
Mymumfussesoverdinner in the kitchen whilst me and my dad stands, watching her. She refuses to let us help every week, barely allowing us to even set the table. She says it’s her favourite thing—making sure her boys are well taken care of. I agreed to let her on the condition that I always do the washing up and she grumbles every week when I insist.
“Okay, we’re ready. Can one of you grab the bowl from the cupboard over there, please, for the chicken?”
