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“Perhaps. He's lasted more than any other drug mule, so I'd say it wouldn't be good for you to lose him just yet.”
He laughs. “You have a crush.”
Rolling my eyes, I turn onto a narrow road, ready to be out of the damn car. Not only because I'm sick of driving but also so I don't end up turning back around to where Phillip is.
“And you're growing senile from old age. Why would I be lusting after some burrito?”
He blows out a long breath. “I may be older than you but I know what I see and I advise against it. Mixing business with pleasure has never done anyone any favors.”
“Neither does fucking your daughter’s fiancé.”
“You're getting too brave these days. Maybe it's because I've let you get too comfortable. And you know damn well they were never engaged.”
“I know. Forgive me, Boss. I'm cranky and ready to sleep in my own bed.”
“You mean the one you never sleep in?”
Glancing out the window, I take in the quiet neighborhood and empty streets. “Yes. I'd hate for the dust on the sheets to accumulate too much.”
He chuckles. “Bueno. I'll see you in two days. Enjoy the break. You've earned it.”
We hang up the phone and I pull up to the house I sometimes stay at when I want to be close to the clubs in case Zacharias needs me. It's also close to Phillip. Turning off the car, I get out and enter the quiet house that's never felt like mine from the moment I first moved in. If you can call it that. There are hardly any decorations, the walls are bare, and I bought the first black leather couch set I saw at the furniture store years ago.
Setting my keys and phone on the entry table, I close the door behind me, locking only the bottom lock. I forgot how big the house is. How much each room echoes when I walk around. I fix myself a sandwich, take a shower, and check if the sheets really have gathered dust before climbing in. Lying in nothing but my underwear, the cool cotton feels good against my heated skin. I had the water the hottest it got in the shower to burn off all the feelings and memories of Phillip's skin. Not sure it worked.
His desperate sounds are still with me. His expressions of ecstasy and flushed skin. I didn't think he could be any prettier until he was pink all over from his orgasm. Those perfect little nipples my fingers couldn't help but tug on and his soft lips trailing over mine. It's supposed to stop while we're home, but we said nothing about what happens if we go on another job together again.
No. I need to come back to reality and leave the fantasies I experienced with him where they belong—in the past. I'll learn to move forward and so will he. We weren't only using each other, we were also doing what it took to complete a job and stay alive. These two days off will help me return to work with more logic and this will all pass by the time I see him again. He won't look my way and I won't look his.
Nine
Phillip
"Come here, burrito," Antonio says to me, lust heavy in his eyes and tone. If words had the ability to fuck me, I'd be spilling my load right this second.
My knees drag along the carpet as I crawl to his feet, my mouth watering, and I stare down at his shoes with a need to lick them like a puppy ready to please his Daddy.
"Look up and open your pretty mouth."
Glancing up, my legs and knees shake in anticipation with the spreading of my lips. His hand slides into my hair, stroking my scalp gently.
"Such a good boy. Now take your Daddy’s cock out of his slacks and get it wet for your hole."
Perking up, I undo his pants and place my mouth over his bulge, slobbering all over the dark material of the thin fabric of his underwear. The salty taste of his leaking precum urges me tosuck at it and I do, licking and treating it like a fucking pacifier coated with the best milk.
He clicks his tongue from above me. "That's not what I asked you to do, is it? You can't soak me as well with my pants on. The longer you take to do as I ask, the longer you'll wait for me to fuck you. If my cock isn't in your mouth by the count of five, you don't get to come tonight."
Whimpers escape me as he calls out, "One."
My hands fumble with his underwear for too long by the time he reaches three. I wrap my fingers around the straining erection falling out of the opening of his boxer briefs and have my lips wrapped around his cock by the time he reaches five. My thighs shake and stomach knots with worry. I want to be good for him. I have to.
Yes, I receive pleasure when coming, but my greatest reward is pleasing my Daddy. He hums and strokes my hair. Tingles run up and down my spine. "You can continue now. Don't make me wait again."
Relaxing my shoulders, I lick up and down his long length, trailing my spit along his skin until it's glistening.
"Wonderful. Now get on all fours and present your ass to me, my sweet burrito."
Beaming with pride, I turn around and rest my palms on the soft rug, lifting my ass. A gust of warm air hits my crack and my cheeks are spread apart. I close my eyes, waiting for him to wet me the way I did him, but nothing comes except someone shouting in the distance.
