With a flick of his tongue over my tip, he puts me out of my misery and shows me exactly what he means.
He sucks me down and makes my knees weak. I have to hold on to his shoulders to steady myself as I thrust over and over into his mouth.
I’m wound tight from the entire day, only getting more tense as my muscles crave the release of a whole-body orgasm.
Brix knows I’m close and works his own dick in his hand.
I want to stop him, but I’m jelly. If I let go of his shoulders now, I’d probably fall into his lap, and then the overwhelming sensation on my cock would stop.
So not going to do that.
Brix opens his throat and takes me deep.
I come hard and call out his name just like he wanted.
He continues to jerk himself off as I empty down his throat, but when I’m done shuddering and my grip becomes loose on him, he pulls off me and stares up into what I assume is my blissed-out expression.
“Need your mouth on me. I’m close,” he grunts. “Really close.”
I have no problem dropping to my knees and quickly covering his cock with my mouth. I suck hard and he explodes a second later.
By the time I’ve swallowed, my body no longer works. I think Brix is in a similar state.
I fall to my ass on the floor and use the bedframe as a backrest while he lies on the mattress with his legs still dangling off the side next to me.
All I can hear is his heavy breathing and the frantic beating of my heart in my ears.
As I stare around the fancy room in this six-bedroom mansion in the middle of nowhere, I’m reminded I don’t really know much about Brix’s job before he came to work for me.
“Brix?”
“Mm?”
“Random question is random, but who is Mike Bravo?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Brix
I laugh so hard my stomach hurts. “I don’t know if I should be offended or not. That’s your first thought after I blew you?”
“I’ve always wondered, and for some reason I remembered I’ve been meaning to ask you. Clearly, I care a lot seeing as I keep forgetting.”
“Clearly.” I lean up on my elbows because Harley’s still on the floor.
He stares over his shoulder at me with a sated smile. “So?”
I grab a pillow and flip around to lie on my stomach and prop myself up next to him. “Why was Eleven called Eleven when there were only five of you?”
“Whoa, we really are boyfriends now. Asking the hard questions.”
“Really?”
“No. It’s not a hard question. We were originally Eleven Ounces … like, the weight of a human heart.”
“Aww, how cheesy.”
“Right?” Harley exclaims. “Anyway, kind of like One Direction became 1D, it’s like people were too lazy to always say Eleven Ounces, and eventually we ditched the Ounces part.”
“Ah. That’s a more boring answer than I was expecting.”
“So? Who’s Mike?”
“No one. It’s the NATO phonetic alphabet.”
Harley looks confused. “MB? Okay, so what does MB stand for?”
I lean over and kiss him. “I’ll never tell.”
“Asshole.” He laughs.
I jump up before he can shove me, but he grabs my pillow and throws it at my head instead.
I swat it away before it can hit me. “Are you seriously trying to start a pillow fight right now?”
“Isn’t that what boyfriends do?”
“I think you’re confusing me with a twelve-year-old girl at a slumber party.”
Harley eyes me from head to toe. “Yeah, I could see how someone could make that mistake.”
I glare at him.
“Get it? Because you’re, like, so big and the complete opposite? It’s funny!”
“Hot tip. If you need to explain your jokes, they’re probably not funny.”
“Whatever,” Harley mumbles. “I’m hilarious.”
He’s still sitting on the floor, so I go over to him and kiss the top of his head.
“At least you make someone laugh. I’m going to throw some clothes on and go to the store.”
“O-okay.” Harley bites his lip the way he does when he’s nervous.
“You’ll be safer here than coming with me, as much as I don’t want to leave you.”
“I know. I just wish I could do normal shit with you, like go to a fucking grocery store.”
I slide down next to him to sit on the floor. “You know you could have a normal life if you wanted it. Truly wanted it. It’d take a few years to disappear from the spotlight, but it’s a possibility.”