Page 58 of Rock Bottom

Dante played the whole song perfectly, singing in a much softer tone than I’d ever heard him sing before.

When he stopped, I let out a rough breath. “Where did you learn that?”

“My mom worked third shift at a hotel when I was in high school, which meant she slept in the afternoons three days a week. Right through prime practice hours. I had to figure out a way to play so I didn’t wake her up.” He smiled to himself. “Didn’t help as much when I tried to teach myself the harmonica part to that one.”

I laughed, trying to imagine him playing a harmonica shoved into a sweaty gym sock.

“So did that help?”

I nodded. “I think it did.”

“Well, good. Now that I know, I’ll play that way whenever you’re around so you don’t have to be miserable. But there’s a price.” He patted the guitar and set it aside. “You’re making pancakes for my breakfast.”

“Sure, if you wash the dishes,” I replied with a shrug. I didn’t think he’d go for it since Dante hadn’t washed a single dish since we’d arrived. While Nina could do it, I didn’t want the poor woman working any harder than she had to.

He smirked. “Cook my pancakes in nothing but an apron and you’re on.”

I popped another silver dollar pancake in my mouth and stared at Church’s bare ass. He’d surprised me. I never thought he’d actually cook my breakfast in nothing but an apron. It’d be better if it was a cute little pink apron with lace, but I couldn’t complain. I was, after all, getting breakfast and a show.

I should write a song about his ass, I thought, but the label would never let us sing it. Maybe if I was really clever with the lyrics, I could write a song about the rest of him, though. His dick was pretty amazing, too.

“I can feel you staring at my ass, Dante,” Church said, and flipped a pancake.

“Of course I am. That’s the whole point of this exercise.” I sighed and stabbed another pancake before adding, “Really makes me want dessert.”

He frowned back at me. “Pancakes are dessert, Dante.”

“I was thinking about something a little saltier.”

His cheeks flushed the perfect shade of pink. “We don’t have time for messing around this morning. Nina will be here at eleven.”

I chuckled. “Baby, it’s not going to take me an hour to suck you off. I mean, it could, and that’d be fun, but I’m not very good at the whole delayed gratification thing.”

“Thank God one of us has some self-control, then,” he said, turning back to his pancakes.

I hummed and slid my chair back to stand. “That’s something we’re going to have to fix,” I said, and walked my fingers over the exposed skin of his hips.

Goose bumps broke out on the back of his neck. I stood up on my tiptoes to press a kiss there, slowly working my way down. I slid my hands under the apron to comb my fingers through the trail of coarse hair starting just below his navel. When my fingers brushed over the rapidly swelling base of his cock, I smiled against his bare shoulders.

I closed my hand around his cock, giving it a few slow, teasing tugs as it hardened. “Turn off the stove, kitten, and let me make you feel good.”

“The pancakes aren’t done.” The words came out small and breathy.

“Neither am I.”

Church reached out and shut off the stove burner, and I knew I had him. With a small tug, I pulled him away from the stove. He went without protest to where I walked him, and eventually let me pin his back to the fridge.

Church licked his lips, breathing heavily. “What are you going to do to me?” His eyes widened as I closed my lips around one of his fingers, and he let out a small whimper as I teased his fingertip with my tongue.

“How’s that sound?”

He nodded quickly.

I smirked and dropped to my knees. “Be a good boy and hold still for me,” I said, and ducked under the apron.

Church’s cock was already at full attention, the tip just sticking out from beneath all that gorgeous foreskin. That was always the best part about dating European guys. An uncut dick was hot as sin, and twice as sensitive. I gripped his shaft at the base to hold him still. The small, strangled sound he made when I closed my lips around the tip had me palming my own erection in my sweats. I moaned around him and let my tongue slowly circle the sensitive head, right under the foreskin.

The muscles of his thighs tightened and trembled slightly. “Oh my God.”

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