Page 37 of Only Human in Strangeville

“Perhaps you should get some sleep,” I heard him say through a fog. That jerked me awake.

“Oh, hell no. Not until I get you in my mouth.”

Oliver raised his eyebrows, but a grin danced on his lips. “If you like.”

“Yes, please.”

My shade got off the bed and undid his pants. I watched as he pushed them off his hips and let the slacks fall to the ground. He’d been going commando, and I further enjoyed the view, mouthwatering at the thought of wrapping my lips around his delicious-looking cock.

I flicked my finger at him, gesturing him toward me.

Oliver obliged, coming to me. We got situated on the bed, and I straddled his legs. I took his cock in my hand and stroked his velvety length, getting a groan of pleasure in response.

Leaning forward and taking his length into my mouth, I ran my tongue around, getting a feel for his responses. He gasped out a breath as I gave an experimental suck.

I swirled my tongue across the head of his cock and tried not to snort laughter. “Did you know you also taste like cinnamon?”

“I…” He looked at me, eyes wide with surprise. “No, I had no idea.”

“It’s different, but certainly not bad.” Before he could reply, I went back to work, doing my best to bring him pleasure.

He bucked, thrusting gently into my mouth. He curled his fingers in my hair, but didn’t try to control me, his groans becoming more urgent.

“Hannah,” he warned me.

I kept sucking, and he shuddered and went rigid as he spilled into my mouth. I swallowed the cinnamon flavored cum down, not at all minding the taste.

This time when we curled up together, we both drifted off, content in each other’s arms.

Oliver’s phone ringing woke both of us some time later. He cursed but made no move to get up.

“Do you need to answer that.”

Grunting in annoyance, he shifted out of the bed. “Probably. It’s Davin.”

“How do you know?”

“His ringtone,” my shade muttered and stumbled over to the pile of his clothing.

Sleepy, just woken grumpy Oliver was adorable.

He answered the phone with an annoyed grunt, listened to what Davin had to say, then his gaze slid toward me with a not entirely pleased expression settling on his face.

Unconsciously, I pulled the sheets up to cover my chest and wondered what had happened now.

“What’s wrong?”

Oliver sighed. “Let’s get over to the coffeehouse. Davin’s interrogation revealed some interesting developments.”

Not reassured in the slightest, I stayed in bed. Nimbus, perhaps sensing my mood, jumped up on the bed and settled next to me.

Frowning, I glanced at the bedroom door. It was shut, and I swore he’d left the room.

“Am I in danger?”

“You were already in danger,” Oliver pointed out.

“Right, but not from any of you.”

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