He didn’t speak, just stared at me with starved, fascinated eyes like he couldn’t look away if he tried. I bent closer, pulling his cock free as I bent my lips to him. He hissed. I made sure to lock eyes with him as I slowly took him into my mouth. One of his hands gripped the arm of the couch while the other reached down to stroke my hair.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” he said, his voice hoarse. “But thank you.”
I smiled as I took in more of him, and he swore profusely. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, and a violent shudder went through him. I knew from the small details he’d mentioned here and there that it’d been a while since he last had sex. It had been a couple of months for me, too, and I wanted to make this good for him. For both of us.
I bobbed my head, increasing my rhythm and watching him, savouring all his little reactions and loving being the one to do this to him. I relished the control of it, the power of being able to render him so completely mindless.
He was mine. Always. After last night and today, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to let him go. He was a part of me now, had made a place for himself in my heart and soul. He had no idea how much his reassurances meant to me. I needed to know that he wasn’t just going to cast me aside, and Neil had no reservations about letting me know he was here for the long haul.
I tasted a salty spurt of pre-cum, and his body tensed. He stared down at me, and I made sure to hold his gaze as he came with a strangled grunt, his hand caressing my cheek as he watched me, his features etched in awe.
He said he was obsessed with me, but I was just as obsessed with him.
And then, like an annoying fly buzzing in our faces, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
“Ignore it,” I urged.
Neil frowned, his regretful eyes wandering over me. “I have to go.”
“What? Right now? Why?”
“Remember what I said about Annabelle blackmailing me into organising a night out with Callum?”
I gaped at him. “That’s tonight?”
He nodded, looking vaguely ill.
“Well, then,” I said determinedly. “I’m coming with you.”
“Afric, it’s going to be a nightmare.”
“So why would I let you face it alone?” I countered.
“You really want to come?”
“Yes. I really do. Let me be the person in your corner, Neil.”
His eyes caressed me like I was the most beautiful, wondrous thing he’d ever seen. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes, you do. We deserve each other. Now, come on, let’s get this awful experience over and done with so that you can take me back to your place tonight and return the favour I just bestowed upon you.”
At this, his eyes heated. “I want to return it right now.”
I shot him a coy look as I stood and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. “Patience is a virtue, baby boy.”
Neil groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
19.
Neil
If a higher power were trying to punish me, then they’d curated this night perfectly.
Annabelle had chosen the venue, and it was the sort of place I actively avoided. Loud music. Flashing lights. Overcrowded bar.
When the bouncer recognised Callum and Leanne, he insisted on sorting us out with a private booth in the VIP section. He was a huge Running on Air fan. None of the others had been able to make it at such short notice, which meant it was just me, Annabelle, Afric, Callum, and Leanne seated at the booth. Callum and Leanne sat on one side while I was wedged between Afric and Annabelle on the other.
Safe to say, this was one of my least favourite outings to date.
When we arrived, Callum had given me an impressed look, like I was cultivating some sort of harem for myself. It killed me to lie to him as I insisted Afric was just a friend. Nothing could be further from the truth. Afric was so much more than a friend to me now.
I’d been furious when she revealed her plan to go out to a bar alone and flirt with strangers, but I couldn’t stay mad at her for long, not when I saw the hurt in her eyes when she told me she’d thought I’d chosen Annabelle over her.
Speaking of Annabelle, she hadn’t looked pleased when I turned up with Afric. She clearly didn’t appreciate the competition of another woman being present. Annabelle might’ve been attractive, but she didn’t have Afric’s spirit, her liveliness, her incandescent glow. There was simply no comparison.
Annabelle was even more annoyed when she spotted Callum with Leanne on his arm. I hadn’t failed to notice the split-second scowl she threw my way like I was somehow supposed to convince Callum to come alone. As if that wouldn’t arouse suspicion.