Page 17 of The Broker

It was weird to feel both disappointment and relief at the same time. Did I want to slide inside her and find out just how sexually compatible we were? Sure. But I liked doing all the other stuff a lot too, and it was hard to be disappointed about her just wanting to suck my cock.

I tilted my head and pushed out a smile. “There’s no reason to be sorry.”

“I should have told you sooner,” she said, “but you’re really fucking hot, and it’s been a while for me, and I got impatient.” She pressed her lips together for a moment, and then the truth spilled out. “I was worried if you found out you weren’t going to get laid, you’d want to stop.”

I let out a breath. Somewhere in her past, she’d probably had that experience.

God, I wanted to shake my head. I knew there were people out there who only did oral if they thought it was going to lead somewhere, or that it was all or nothing when it came to sex—

Those people were fucking idiots.

To me, sex encompassed a hell of a lot more than just putting a dick in a pussy, and I found all forms of sex and foreplay satisfying. So if she didn’t want to go any farther tonight, that was no problem.

“I didn’t mean to tease you,” she continued. “I was going to let you finish in my mouth.”

Her earnest tone and eager expression punched a laugh from my chest. “Oh, were you?”

The corner of her mouth quirked into a sultry smile. “Yes, Daddy.”

It was unclear if she was joking or half serious. But there it was again, this strange feeling of excitement running through me. Why was I kind of into it? I didn’t get a chance to examine it further, because Charlotte lowered back down, taking me in her mouth.

This time, she kept her eyes open and focused on me.

The connection of our gazes while her cheeks hollowed out, and the deep pull of my dick into the back of her throat, was straight fire. Once again, my fists clenched the sheets beneathme. I was nearly naked, and the ceiling fan was on, but I began to sweat anyway.

“That feels,” I said between two enormous breaths, “so fucking good.”

She made a noise of approval, like a hum, and the vibration just kicked everything up another notch. I didn’t make any attempt to leash my moans. I wanted her to hear how much I was enjoying it.

Not that there was any doubt in her mind, given the way I moved, subtly bucking my hips. The steady stroke of her mouth began to pick up the pace, while her luscious tongue flicked over my tip and the sensitive underside.

I didn’t know how long she spent going down on me. Time seemed to suspend. At one point, she shifted on the bed, adjusting to a more comfortable position. Then her hand joined the mix. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, gripping tightly, and the intense pressure squeezed a groan of pleasure from my body.

I loved how she wasn’t delicate with me. Like she somehow knew if it was too much, I’d tell her. Her fist pumped in time with her mouth, making my slippery skin glide in and out of her grip.

She’d given me the heads up, so it only seemed fair to return the favor, and my words came out like gravel was lodged in my throat. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

She gave another one of those sexy hums, and the orgasm that had seemed close was suddenly right on top of me.

Up until now, I’d been good. I’d avoided trying to take over, to take control. But my mind was no longer operating at one hundred percent, and my body took charge. My hands delved into her hair, holding her head still so I could pump from below.

I shouldn’t have been surprised that she was into me fucking her mouth like this. Rough and mindless. But Charlotte heldperfectly still, making it easy for me to move how I wanted to. When a sexy moan bubbled up from deep inside her, it pushed me past the point of no return.

Heat fired through my limbs.

It traveled along every scalding nerve ending until it reached my center, and I came in a long, loud rush. True to her word, she didn’t retreat as my dick pulsed and filled her mouth with my cum. I shuddered with each wave, turned my head to the side, and groaned from the overwhelming pleasure.

When the pressure changed and she swallowed, the intense sensation made me flinch and contract. Charlotte sat up, swiped a finger across her lips, then collapsed beside me on the bed so we were both staring up at the spinning ceiling fan. The bare, warm skin of her arm pressed to mine, and maybe she was hoping to nestle in against me, but I wasn’t ready for that.

My recovery was slow.

I pushed out a long breath and hung my forearm over my forehead, using the back of my wrist to wipe away the sweat that clung there. My heart was beating faster than the ringing bell at close of business, and the rest of me was heavy and unmovable.

And yet a lightweight feeling washed through me, like a fleeting moment of euphoria.

When it was over, I rolled onto my side to face her, not caring that my pants and underwear were still awkwardly bunched around my calves. Her gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling, and I watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Maybe she needed to recover too.

She could sense my gaze was on her, but she didn’t turn her head when she spoke. “Thanks for tonight.” Her voice fell to a hush. “I know it’s weird to say, but I... needed it.”

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