I blinked at him.
Then I got angry(er).
“I’m not lying. I said fine, I’ll end it. So I’ll end it. You can go away and that’s what I’ll do. End it,” I promised.
“Gonna eat you while you talk to him so you’ll remember who owns you and make that shit quick so we can get on with our night.”
My stomach dropped in a good way.
“Now, phone him, baby,” he ordered, sliding down my body.
“Sebring—”
He pushed one of my legs wide at the same time running his hand down my inner thigh.
His body fell through.
I quickly lifted up my phone and engaged it.
Nick kissed the inside of my opposite thigh.
My lip quivered and I hit buttons on my screen.
I put the phone to my ear.
Dustin answered on the second ring.
Nick lapped at me.
My voice was throaty and strained as I made up some excuse I forgot what it was seconds after it came out of my mouth, ending things.
I did note, albeit vaguely, Dustin sounded disappointed and it seemed he was going to push it but instead he asked, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. You’re a good man and saying things like this to a man I respect isn’t easy,” I replied, then swallowed the noise I wanted to make when Nick sucked deep at my clit. I forced out to finish, “And I’m coming down with a cold.”
Dustin said more and it was nice because he was a nice man.
But mostly, I hurried it along so I could get him off the phone and I could concentrate on Nick going down on me.
I managed this, hitting the button to end the call and tossing the phone to the bed beside me, my other hand moving to Nick’s head to hold him to me.
But he lifted away.
I got up on an elbow to look down at him to see his eyes on me.
“It over?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered impatiently.
His face got lazy as he whispered, “Good, baby.”
Then he rolled, doing it clamped on to me, forcing me with him so we ended with him on his back and I was up, straddling his head.
He yanked down on my hips.
I rode his face.
It wasn’t a lie I’d told Dustin. Breaking things off with a nice guy wasn’t easy.