top of them, it doesn’t escape my notice that her pussy is pressed against my now hard cock. She smiles mischievously and rolls her hips into me.
“You can be anything you want.”
“What do you want me to be?”
“I want you to be the dick sucking champion of the world,” I joke.
“I don’t know about the world, but I’m feeling pretty inspired.” Rising to her knees she backs up until she’s kneeling between my legs. Her fingers move down to undo the button and zipper on my pants.
“I like where your inspiration is taking you.” I grin down at her.
“I bet you do,” she says, pushing my pants open. “Commando? I like it.”
“I haven’t had time to do laundry. But I like free-balling occasionally.”
She licks the length of my cock from the base to the tip and I lose my train of thought. When she repeats the motion my breath stutters. She smirks knowingly. Staring up at me, she wraps her plump lips around the head and begins to suck.
Oh fuck. My fingers burrow into her long tresses as she slowly slides up and down my cock.
“Hmm,” she hums, like my dick is the best thing that’s ever been in her mouth. It’s such a turn on.
“Do you like sucking my cock?”
She pulls her mouth off with a pop. “I love it.”
“Fuck, Elle. You’re incredible.” I gasp as she swallows me down once more, this time stroking me with her hand as well. Between the tight seal of her mouth and the firm grip of her fist, I’m barely hanging on. I don’t want to come and end this exquisite pleasure, but I want to see her swallow every drop of my orgasm.
Head bobbing faster, she slurps and sucks driving me mad. “Fuck yes, don’t stop,” I order. Raising my hips, I thrust up with every downward motion of her mouth. I want to fuck her mouth so hard, but I curb the urge, letting her have her way with me.
“I’m going to come,” I warn. She keeps sucking, never letting up until she pushes me over the edge of reason. I shudder, groaning her name, fingers clutching her head, as I release into her hot, wet mouth. My heart pounds so hard, I might be having a heart attack. I don’t think I’d complain if my last moments in this life were spent inside any part of Elle Johnson.
“What do you think?” she asks, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb.
“Think? About...what?” I can’t even form a complete thought right now. I’m lucky I can remember my own name.
“Am I the dick sucking champ?”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Elle
“Hello,” I say as I answer my phone. The number that came up on the screen is unknown.
“Elle.” The deep voice on the other end sends chills down my spine in the worst possible way. Fear washes over me. Shit. It’s been a month since I had dinner with my father and I was hoping Scott had changed his mind. However, my luck couldn’t be that good.
My mind whirls in a frenzy of thoughts. What am I going to do?
“Elle,” he barks, snapping me back to this moment.
“Scott,” I utter, hoarsely.
“Did you miss me, baby?” he asks with a chuckle.
“No, can’t say I have,” I reply, regaining some of my footing now that the initial shock of hearing his voice has worn off.
“There’s my girl.”
“I’m not your girl.”
“Are you sure about that? I think you are and when I take you to dinner I’ll tell you all about it.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you.”
“If you care about tattoo boy then you’ll have dinner with me,” he says, sounding smug.
What does he know about Josh?
Crap. I can’t have Scott messing with him. He only opened Canvas two months ago and everything’s starting to come together for him. “Fine. Where and when?” I question, but my stomach is in knots with worry. I don’t want Josh negatively impacted by my father or Scott. Both of them have limitless amounts of money and are ruthless enough to get whatever they want. Ruining someone like Josh wouldn’t even be challenging for either of them.
“Tonight, Chez Regis at seven o’clock. Don’t bother driving. I’ll be taking you home after,” he informs me, confidently.
“Fine.” I have no intention of letting him drive me anywhere. Meeting him in public is bad enough, but nothing good will come from being alone with him.
“I can’t wait to see you, baby. It’s been way too long.”
When the call ends, my head falls