She kept moving her head up and down as she looked at me, ready to take that come in her mouth and swallow it.
Woman of my fucking dreams, man.
My breathing grew fast and shallow, and my hips started to buck slightly, my dick hardening a little bit more before the blastoff. I moaned louder and louder, hitting the threshold and then releasing, filling her warm mouth with at least a pound of come. “Fuck…” I kept my grip on her neck as I finished, forcing my fingers to loosen so she could pull away and swallow before she started to choke.
She pulled my dick out, which was still hard, so it immediately bounced once it was out of her mouth, and then her throat shifted as she swallowed. Her fingers traced the outline of her mouth to make sure she didn’t miss anything.
“Damn, you’re good at that.” That had to be the best blow job I’d ever gotten.
She shrugged. “I just really wanted to suck your dick, Dex.” Her hands moved up my bare thighs, her nails slightly dragging against my skin.
I inhaled a deep breath at her answer because she couldn’t just walk the walk; she talked the talk. “That wasn’t an accurate reflection of my endurance, by the way. I just…it’s been a while.”
“Well, I’m ready to go again if you are.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Dex, shut up. Shut the fuck up right now. “Okay.”
She gave a slight smile before she bent down and kissed my dick again, which was limp now but quickly growing back to full mast from her sexy kisses. Then she sucked me off again, even better than the first time.
17
Sicily
I continued to be the consummate professional when we worked together, never looking at him as more than a boss, never saying anything I shouldn’t, never giving any indication that I’d let him fuck me on his desk if he was game.
But it was hard…really hard.
It was hard to be two different people, one who could yank his pants down whenever I felt like it, and another who retrieved his lunch and handled his schedule with professional indifference.
I’d never considered myself to a particularly good lover, but when it came to Dex, I was a natural. Maybe it was because, for the first time in my life, I was with a man I wanted more than anything in the world. I was emotionally attracted to him, physically obsessed with him, and I also respected him as a man. That gave me a rush of unbridled hormones, brought my sleeping body to life, made my panties wet every single day, even when we were just at the office together.
I was at the Kline Clinic, standing outside the glass-walled conference room. Dex sat there with his colleagues, who were all similarly dressed to the way he was, laid-back, in jeans, because they were there to work, not to impress anyone.
My phone vibrated with a text message from Dom. Why haven’t you returned my calls?
I sighed in annoyance when he hit up my phone—again. Because there’s nothing to say. I told you it wasn’t going to work out. You’re making it a much bigger deal than it needs to be. Dom and I were never serious. We went out a couple times. We fooled around a couple times. He was a great guy, and I could have seen it potentially go somewhere, but then Dex kissed me, and it was like Dom never existed.
I really like you, Sicily. I want to keep seeing you, okay? Whatever you don’t like about me, I’ll change it. Just tell me. Is this because Ghostbusters is my favorite movie? Look, I’ll change it to Saving Private Ryan. Are we done?
Dom, it’s not you. I was typing furiously on my phone, wanting this conversation to be over before Dex joined me in the hallway. It’s not you, Dom. There’s somebody else…I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt him, but if he was going to keep at it, I just needed to tell him the truth.
His messages stopped.
Well, at least it worked.
“Everything alright?”
I looked up to see Dex standing in front of me, his colleagues walking down the hallway in the other direction. His jawline was shadowed because he’d skipped the shave for a couple days, but I actually liked the rugged look on him. Who was I kidding? I liked every look on him. “Yeah, just taking care of some things.” I quickly slid my phone into my pocket in case Dom texted me again and Dex saw his name on my phone.
“You sure?” His eyes remained narrowed on my face, and he was obviously very in tune with my expressions and moods if he could figure out something was wrong just by looking at me. He’d watched me come a couple times, so he was pretty much an expert at this point.