Page 68 of Tickled Pink

Phoebe.

How many times have I seen her pleasure him? Too many to count. How many times have I wondered what it was like?

It’s time I found out.

Chapter Twenty-One

Max

I break the kiss.

“Max?” Thad asks as I pull away. “It’s okay.”

I grab the bottle of Jack. “Come on,” I say, catching my breath.

I start toward the foyer. Up the stairs to the second floor.

Thad follows. We silently enter the bedroom together. I sit down on his side of the bed, chugging another shot of whiskey straight from the bottle. I offer it to Thad, and he walks over to stand in front of me, his erection still tenting his boxers.

Thad takes a drink and sets the bottle on the bedside table. He licks the drink off his lips, then looks at me, and I can’t help but tremble. We’re the same height standing, but this angle makes him appear so much more…

Dominating.

I reach out, pushing my fingers beneath his T-shirt. His skin is soft, tightly wrapped around his military-built abs. With both hands, I push the shirt up and Thad assists by removing it completely. He drops it to the floor at our feet, and silence falls over us again.

I hook two fingers over the elastic of his boxers and pull downward.

“Max.” Thad grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Are you sure?”

Point of no return. We can stop this here, now, and it’ll all just be a stupid we made out once story.

But I don’t want to stop.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Are you?”

Thad loosens his grip on my wrist. “Yes,” he says.

I pull his boxers down. His dick stands on end between us, his tip so close to my face. I stroke him again, feeling his hand come to rest on my shoulder. Another gasp escapes his mouth, his fingers digging in, and my body reacts the same way as before.

I open my mouth. I guide his cock inside, letting my tongue touch his tip. Thad sucks in a breath of air, and I feel his eyes on me as I lick him. Pre-cum, wet and salty, tickles my tongue. And I like it.

Fuck, I like it a lot.

I wrap my lips around him and suck. Thad moves his hand to the back of my neck. His gasp becomes a groan.

I suck harder. I test myself, taking him deeper into my mouth. I cough in discomfort, but it’s not enough to make me want to stop the masculine sounds he’s making. Making for me.

“Max,” he whispers above, breathless and wild.

I suck him harder. Deeper. His fingers dig into my shoulder and squeeze. Harder. Deeper. I choke. He moans.

“Max!”

Thad pulls out of my mouth. I gasp for air, quickly wiping the saliva off my lips and chin.

“I’m sorry,” I say, instinctively bowing my head in shame.

Thad cups my face with both hands, forcefully drawing me back up. He shakes his head, silently dragging his thumbs beneath my eyes, wiping away tears I didn’t feel fall.

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