“You need me to pull out?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even and completely failing. Her eyes flick up to mine, blinking once before she sinks back down on my dick. No, of course not. Sugar might have reservations about sex, but it’s about touch, not this—not about getting dirty and taking.
Still, when my belly begins tensing with the impending wave of sweet, sharp relief, I bite out a low, “It’s coming.”
She makes a low, rough sound in response, and it sends me careening right over the edge. I have to yank my hands away from her and shove them safely behind my head, fisting into my own hair to make sure I don’t do it to her. It hits me like a sledgehammer, an animalistic sound being ripped from my chest as my dick starts pulsing hot waves of cum between her slick lips.
My vision goes white, just for a moment, and I think I must rip out some of my own hair when she sucks it right from my dick, mid-nut. I watch, slack-jawed and breathless as she lets my spent dick slide from her mouth.
I pant out a weak, “Damn, girl,” and she looks up at me, blank-faced. Then, she swallows. “Holy shit, you just—” She just fucking kills me.
When she finally speaks, her voice is rough. “Your jizz tastes vile.”
“Please, my jizz tastes like fucking sunshine.” I flap a hand at the sink in the corner. “You could have spit it out.”
“I needed a time-efficient solution,” she says dryly, but I’m not dumb here. I can see the way her hips kind of… squirm.
“Let me finger you again.” My dick is completely spent, but it still twitches at the thought of it.
She doesn’t miss it, curving an eyebrow at my cock. “And get that thing all revved up again? Let’s give him a break.”
I protest, “But—” and she levels me with a look.
“This was for you. Later, okay?”
Later. Something to look forward to. I can live with that.
Probably.
Coming down off that high takes longer than I’d expect and I’m still sweaty and breathing hard when I pull her off her knees. I tuck myself back in my shorts and straighten my pants. She doesn’t flinch when I run my fingers through her hair, setting back to rights all the places I’d ruffled up.
“I have an idea.”
“I’m sure you do,” she replies. “What kind of idea?”
“I’ll keep buying you expensive things and you keep giving me blow jobs like that. It’s a completely acceptable trade.”
Her lip curls in half-hearted disdain. “You just described a hooker, Bass.”
“Hooker,” I shrug, “or girlfriend. Whichever one, I want it on the regular. For real.”
She looks up at me, forehead creased. “Girlfriend? I thought Sebastian Wilcox didn’t do girlfriends.”
I clutch her dog tags, pulling her into the space between my legs. “Well maybe Sebastian Wilcox just found someone worth calling his girlfriend.”
Her eyes search mine, like she’s doing the long-division of it, wondering how those pieces fit together. Just fucking fine, I want to say. “In no universe would my boyfriend be someone who refers to himself in third person.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t reject me. My fragile ego couldn’t handle it.”
“Your ego is about as fragile as a lead anvil.”
“True,” I concede. “Is this about the thing you said earlier, about needing romance? Because I could romance the absolute shit out of you, girl. Flowers, candy, switchblades, I can really do it up right.”
She groans, tipping forward to rest her forehead on my bare shoulder. “Oh god, that was basically like a challenge to you, wasn’t it?”
“Yep.” Cautiously, I wind my arms around her, leaving them loose around her hips. The way she stiffens tells me that this isn’t like before—it’s not one of those horny moments where it doesn’t bother her as much. This is a bigger touch, stronger than I’ve ever tried before. I give her room to pull away or shake me off.
Instead, she lets out this full-body shudder and presses closer. Even though her breath hitches, chest trembling against mine, she lets us freeze like that, and it’s not like she’s okay with it. I can tell she’s scared, that it’s doing something bad to her, to be held like this.
I try to pull away, but her hands fist into tight balls against my ribs. “Just wait,” she says, voice thin, but full of determination.
I don’t know how she works through it. In a perfect world, it’d be instant, because I’m me