Page 69 of Unhinged

“That’s why I’m here, right?” Simone nods but doesn’t look at my face. “I’m okay. Do whatever you want. I’ll tell you to stop if I need a break.”

Without further hesitation, she grips my dick and licks the head, flipping my fucking world upside down. No woman has ever done this to me before. I suck in a sharp mouthful of air, making her stop, but I shake my head. “Keep going.”

Settling more between my legs and against my jeans, Simone licks more, but this time, she slides me midway into her mouth. My head falls to the couch, and I groan, “Fuck. No, don’t stop.” I feel her smile as her lips enclose my dick, and she takes in more of me while slowly moving up and down it.

I’m suddenly chatty. “Jesus Christ, so good. I like watching you suck my dick. Your tongue gets me harder. Faster. More.” I’d even give her all my passwords and pin numbers at this point.

Simone moves faster as she strokes in the rhythm of her licks and sucks. I pant as I bury my left hand into her damp hair on the side of her head. “Holy hell, sugar,” I tease, having called Hadley that while pretending to be her boyfriend. But it didn’t really fit her.

Simone’s tongue glides all over my dick with her hand stroking faster, practically lifting my ass off the couch, so I end up fucking her mouth on my own. She moans over my dick, and I whisper, “Goddamn.”

Simone’s left hand glides up my leg, bumping into my hand, and I grab it. Her two rings dig into my hand, but I don’t mind it. She squeezes her fingers with mine, which seems to trigger my orgasm. “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come.”

She doesn’t stop or slow. Still gripping her head and holding her hand, I blow into Simone’s mouth. Amid my grunting and groaning, I hear her gasps and gulps with each shot I deliver, which surprises me.

“Shit!” I pant as Simone finally lets go of my hand. When I’m empty, she pulls me out of her mouth but licks the tip between her own fast breaths.

I slump against the couch as I sigh, watching Simone sit back on her heels with a weird look on her face.

“What the hell was that?” I ask, floored. “You didn’t spit it out.”

She licks her lips and whispers, “Tasted like a milkshake.”

Remembering her telling Flo that, I grin. “Holy fuck, woman. That was…what I needed. Damn, you’re good. I don’t know what else to say. Thank you?”

Simone smiles, running her finger over her bottom lip. “You’re welcome?” She stands, and I look toward the doorway as I stand and pull up my jeans, again feeling weird about leaving. Since I can’t zip my jeans yet, I sit back down. Simone repeatedly tucks hair behind both ears and tilts her head from side to side. “Do you want some water?”

I shrug. “Okay.” What does she have to be nervous about?

There’s a sculpture of a naked woman in the living room, which shocks the hell out of me. Next to it is a picture of our softball team. Seeing Hadley, I don’t feel the love I used to have for her. I’ll always care about her, but it won’t be the same. How will I ever know I’m in love again if I screwed it up royally with her? Will Kleo be the one? Or will I put myself out there and become another Ricky Tesco? No. I couldn’t be like him. It’s just not me.

In the picture, I notice me standing next to Simone. It was right after Finley was born. Before the photo was taken, we had teased each other with her wanting a baby in exchange for M&M’s and flashing me her tits. Not a bad idea, but a disastrous outcome.

“Here you are.” Simone hands me a glass of water.

I take a sip and ask, “Um, so what now?”

“Bed.”

“Christ! I can’t recover that fast, and it’s almost three in the morning!” I somewhat panic, like I need to prove my endurance. “And no way with Amos here. That’s all I need is for that over-baked muffin top to walk in mid-fuck.”

Simone chokes on her water, spraying it on the couch.

I laugh. “Shit!”

Wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, she coughs. “I meant to sleep.”

“Oh. Well, I sleep like a starfish, so good luck with that.”

Simone giggles. “I wasn’t asking you to stay.” Oh. That sucks, but I don’t know why.

I drink more water before setting it on a coaster with the Mona Lisa on it. “Okay. I’ll go.”

I’m not kicking you out. You can sleep on the couch.”

“I have to work in the morning. Thanks anyway.”

She follows me to the door, quiet, which is unusual for her. I open the door and turn to her. “I guess I’ll see you at work tonight.”

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