think she was worried how Ash would feel about it. I’m not even sure I should be telling you all this…”
“It’s okay if you don’t,” I said. “Other people’s relationships are pretty much at the bottom of the list of things I’m interested in trying to figure out. And besides, I don’t really want gossip on the band. I don’t need it in my head when I’m working. What they do outside the studio really doesn’t matter to me.” I decided, quickly, to amend that. “That is, as long as none of them are doing you.”
“Okay.” She smiled a little. “Honestly, I don’t know Matt very well. We’ve only talked a few times, casually, at parties and stuff. I don’t think he’s interested in me. I don’t think there was any real chemistry between us. Just a lot of alcohol.”
“You don’t have to explain,” I said, though I was secretly relieved to hear it.
“I just want to make it clear, I’m not interested in him or anyone else. I haven’t been with anyone else since my last breakup, and I haven’t even kissed anyone since that drunken shit show with Matt.”
“Is it wrong that that turns me on?”
“What turns you on?”
“That you’re all mine.”
“I am. If you want me to be.”
“I do.”
“Does that mean you’re all mine, too?”
“Yeah.” I considered that. And how fucking weird my life must seem to someone like her—a normal woman who went to Christmas parties and made out with guys under the mistletoe if she felt like it. “I know it’s fucking strange that I don’t go out much. And I know you have a life. I know there will be times when you’re out without me. I just want to know that you’re coming home to me and I can trust you.”
“You can trust me, Cary.”
“Good.” My pulse was still thudding dully in my cock. I was still hard, but I was breathing better. “Take out my cock.”
Her mouth drifted open, and the arousal on her flushed face, in her glittering eyes, was clear.
“Please,” I added. I could tell she kinda liked it when I was bossy. But there was no reason to be impolite.
Her hands drifted down my body to my jeans. I shifted my hips a little, giving her access, and she brushed her fingers over the thick ridge pressed to the denim. My dick flexed, wanting freedom, wanting her, and she made a little hungry noise in the back of her throat.
“I seriously am not gonna last long,” I told her, maybe trying to speed her up, my voice thick with lust, as she popped the button. Then she slid the zipper slowly down. My cock pressed against the soft fabric of my underwear, making an obscene tent situation, as she peeled the jeans open. Her patience and the look of horny awe on her face was gonna kill me.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed, as she peeled my underwear down, mercifully freeing my cock. I had no idea what that wow was about, but I’d take it. She grasped my shaft in her hand, squeezing a little as she stroked, up and down, kinda relieving the pressure and kinda just making it worse. She touched the head with her other hand, just her fingertips, and smeared the thick bead of precome around, making it all slick.
My hips punched up off the couch, involuntarily, wanting more.
I was breathing raggedly, but any anxiety faded away, drowned out in the pleasure and the anticipation. She slid off the edge of the couch, getting down on her knees on the floor. She lowered her head and flicked her tongue over my cockhead, laving the slit and then sucking the whole thing into her soft mouth.
I groaned and tried to keep still. I wanted to cram the whole length of my cock into her wet warmth, but I didn’t. I just watched her as she worked her way slowly down, wetting me with swipes of her tongue before she took me a little deeper, then easing back to the head, over and over again.
I tried to relax and enjoy it as long as I could stand to, but I knew it would be over too fast if we kept this up. So I told her, “Take off your clothes.”
She met my eyes.
“I want to look at you.”
She took her time, sucking me into her mouth again for a slow, hot minute, teasing me, before letting me go. Then she got to her feet. She slipped off her