Looking up at me, she opened her mouth and slowly enveloped the tip now, sucking on it as she swiped her tongue across the underneath. Distracted by the sight, I barely registered that one hand was jacking me off with short movements while the other one was now cupping my balls.
Not breaking eye contact, she sank down as far as she could go, and then sucked as she moved back up to the top. Continuing to do this, she also increased the rhythm and speed of her strokes, but just as I got used to it she’d then alternate speeds between her hand and mouth. It was the most complicated thing to describe, the most fucking amazing thing to watch, and fucking outstanding to feel happening all at the same time.
On the next plunge down she moaned hard, her eyes closing like she was the one getting this done not me, and I felt the tingling at the base of my spine. There was a level of etiquette to getting a blow job – not to be a selfish asshole. You needed to warn the woman, not assume that it was ok to just blow.
My head fell back on my neck and I tried to do just that. “Lottie.” When she ignored it and continued to descend, I went a step further. “Baby, I’m going to come.”
Moving the hand that wasn’t helping her mouth so that it was around my hip, she dug her nails in and pulled me in to her. The tingle intensified to a full on electric shock and I exploded, coming in pulses in her mouth as I lost the feeling in my arms and legs. Hell, at this stage, I didn’t even have any other parts of my body, they’d all disappeared as it swept through me leaving a panting, shaking wreck behind.
When I couldn’t take anymore, I pulled out of her mouth and stared down at her in shock. The skin of her chest now had goosebumps all over it and her hard nipples were poking through the lace, making me realize how much this had affected her to.
I might not be able to make love to her, but I could give her back what she’d just given me, regardless of the fact it worried her that she was the only one receiving in this relationship.
Pointing behind her, I growled, “Lie out on the bed, now.”
And then I blew her mind, too. Twice.Chapter NineteenCharlotteSix months later…
Life was good – I hated that expression because it was so weak. My life wasn’t just good, it was so much more than that.
Eric was charged and had been sentenced to fifteen years in prison yesterday. His withdrawals had apparently been the stuff of nightmares, and seeing as how he hadn’t been granted bail, he’d had to go through it in prison. One of the guards who was friends with Connor had told us that he’d seen a lot of men go through it, but not one of them had been as bad as that. Levi’s reasoning was because he was a ‘pussy assed bitch’ and no one had argued with that.
My mom had been granted bail, but they had also given me a restraining order while she was waiting to go to trial, so that wasn’t a big issue. She was definitely going to get a sentence too, seeing as how she’d helped a wanted person kidnap me knowing that he intended to hurt me.
The only shock had been when it came to Kari. While he was being questioned, Eric had explained how she’d approached him outside the bar the night we were in there and had offered to help him kidnap me. Her father was about to be indicted for fraud and embezzlement, so she wanted money to fall back on – Levi’s.
He might have been high as a kite but he’d had the sense to record most of the conversation, including the part where she’d told him to do whatever he wanted with me. My favorite part had been her saying, “Kill the little bitch for all I care.” Hairy assed, man footed cow.
And my father… maybe it was best that I didn’t tackle that subject. This was meant to be a happy day for me, and his disregard was the one thing in the whole debacle that actually hurt me.
When he’d been told what Raquel had been part of, he’d replied with a simple, “Ok.” Eventually, Levi had called him and outlined the plan, including details of my injuries, and he’d just muttered another, “Ok,” and had hung up the phone. I hadn’t heard from him or seen him, and I didn’t want to ever again.
Aside from that, life really was good. Levi’s family, including his cousins and grandparents, were amazing, and I never knew what to expect with them. Forrest Gump’s mama totally got it wrong in her analogy about boxes of chocolates. It was true that you never knew what you were gonna get, but if you dug out the ones that people automatically went for – the run-of-the-mill flavors that were common everywhere – all you were left with were the nuts.