Page 85 of Ask Me Something

“Sports Center mainly.” I yawned. My eyes were getting heavy.

“No, silly. Your clandestine love for football?”

This was one secret I didn’t mind sharing with him. “My dad. Football is like a religion to him, and we used to watch together on Sundays. It gave us something to talk about, and it still does. Bottom line, though, is that the Cowboys don’t have a chance this year. They had an easy schedule last season, and losing their star running back will decimate their ground strategy.”

“I knew it. And admit it. You helped Juliette dominate our league that year she played in the office, didn’t you?”

I laughed. “Guilty, but then she didn’t want to play the following year because she said too many of the guys would attempt to talk to her about her draft choices and matchups. She didn’t know what to say without confessing.”

“So what will you do if Michael Dobson invites you down to Dallas for a game?”

“Uh, go to the game, of course. And hopefully see their new ad, courtesy of Gamble Advertising, from his luxury club level box seats.”

“If his reaction to your little rundown on his team was any indication, then I think both those things look promising.”

* * *

The next morningI stretched and realized Brian was asleep beside me. I knew he had to fly out today for a meeting down in Miami, but the clock showed it was early enough for what I had in mind.

For the first time in my life, I knew what it meant to take more pleasure from giving than from receiving when Brian awoke to the feel of my mouth around his quickly forming erection. The way his body quivered when he came awake sent a shudder of desire through me.

He propped a pillow under his head, watching me with hooded eyes. “Holy shit. Good morning to you, too.”

“Mm,” was my only response as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and enjoyed the way his breath sucked in. Grasping him with one hand at the base and the other stroking his balls, I took his impressive form all the way to the back of my throat.

“Fuuuck….” he hissed.

Knowing it was a matter of minutes before he insisted on taking over meant I had limited time. I made good use of it, sucking harder and bobbing with a precise tempo and purpose.

His hand fisted in the sheet and then stopped before reaching my head. Mr. Dominant, for some reason, was hesitant to push things, so I took matters into my own hands. Literally, I took his hand into mine and placed it on top of my head, encouraging him to do as he’d requested of me last night.

“No, I don’t want to make you gag or throw up again.” His voice sounded pained, and his fingers barely skimmed my hair.

Frustrated that he’d witnessed me getting sick yesterday, I scraped my teeth along his ridge. “I need you to show me that you want it, too, Bri—”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His fingers tangled in my hair. He pushed my head down and arched his hips, thrusting up into my mouth.

My eyes watered with the first couple strokes, but then I relaxed and took him in fully, enjoying the glimpse of power over him I had in that moment.

“Sash—stop—Jesus, stop…”

I paused, giving him enough of a window to extract himself. “Why did you want me to quit?”

“Because I was going to come. Get up on your knees.” He was behind me in an instant with his hand running along the length of my slit. “Honey, you’re soaked. Did you get this way sucking on me?”

“Yes, and it would’ve been better if you would’ve let me finish you.”

He guided himself into me one inch at a time. “What kind of man would I be if I had you swallow the day after getting sick? You’re exquisitely tight.”

I should’ve been comforted by his consideration, but there was a larger part of me that wanted to affect him the way he did me. I enjoyed being dominated in the bedroom, but for once I wanted to concentrate on how I was pleasing him.

But his perfect thrusts made a good case for why this wouldn’t be that day. His hands were everywhere, caressing and enticing. Soon he settled on that sensitive nub, and I was done for. His last thrust and the tremor of his muscles gave evidence that he’d reached his climax as well.

* * *

“We need a vacation,a place where, for an entire week, we can soak up the sun and then I can be inside of you every day,” Brian said, soaping up my breasts in the shower a short time later.

“We had a vacation a few weeks ago.” Had it been only that short a time? My hands ran down his strong arms and onto his chest, reciprocating the exploration with enthusiasm.

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