Page 27 of Stick Work

“I do.”

I study her face for a second, take in her nervous hesitation. What is she worried about? “Talk to me.”

She crinkles her nose, her brows pinching together and my heart softens as I take in her uncertainty. “I don’t think I’m very good at it.”

“Did some asshole tell you that?” Fuck, if I wasn’t naked with the woman I’ve wanted for far too long, I’d go hunt the bastard down and introduce his face to my fist.

“Yeah, and you’re right, he was an asshole. But he was also right. I wasn’t good at it.”

A strange primal possession takes hold of me and I suddenly want to pull her into my arms and keep her shielded so no man ever hurts her feelings, or makes her second guess herself ever again.

I lightly brush her cheek and sensing what she needs from me, I ask, “You want to be good at it, baby?” she nods. “Lessons?” I ask with a teasing edge, even though I’m dead serious.

“Lessons,” she agrees. She touches my chest. “I want this to be good for you.”

A hard laugh rumbles in my chest. “Babe, you could be across the room blowing candles out on your birthday cake, and I’d still get off.” I soften my voice. “But yeah, lessons.”

A small smile curls her lips and for a second, I’m not sure if she’s playing with me, or she really is inexperienced, unsure of herself when it comes to oral sex. I am, however, sure of one thing. She wants me in full control, the one calling the shots.

I grab the blanket and drag it to the floor. “On your knees.”

A little sound catches in her throat, and it’s so full of excitement, I clench my teeth to keep my shit together. She slides from the bed, and I take in the soft sway of her gorgeous breasts as she drops before me. Hands on her lap—holy fuck, she’s already good at this—she stares up at me with innocence as she waits for my instruction.

I bend, and push her hair behind her shoulders, and lightly run my finger along her jaw line. “You’re so very pretty, Taylor.” My heart pounds just a little bit harder.

Her gaze leaves mine and trails down, and a hard quake goes through her. “Elias, I…I have a confession.”

I go still, my hand lingering on her cheek. “You know this is a safe space right. Being here with me…”

“I know.” She takes a fast look over her shoulder. “It’s strange. I feel so safe here, like I belong.”

“Baby, you do belong.”

With me…

I keep that to myself.

“We share a house in Boston, but there’s something different about being here in my childhood home, bedroom, isn’t there?” I ask. Jesus the honesty between us is crazy. Have I ever opened up to anyone like this before? No, but I feel this every bit as much as she does. She nods and I continue, “What is it you wanted to confess, babe?”

“Just…” She bites her lip and there’s a gleam in her eyes. “Back home, when I walked in on you naked.” She clears her throat. “I might have done that on purpose.”

I stare at her for a long second, and then a laugh bubbles out of my throat. “Are you kidding me?”

“No.” She reaches up and runs her fingers over my abs, and my cock jumps. “I wanted to see.”

I grin. “This weekend, I’m yours. To look at. To touch. Yours to do with what you like.”

“I like that, and I’m yours,” she returns, and it messes with my head and my heart. “To do with what you like.”

“What I’d like is for you to be a good girl, and open your mouth for me.”

She squeaks, her eyes blazing as she drops her gaze to my hard cock. Her pretty mouth parts, and it’s so fucking hot, I don’t know how I’ll last.

I take my dick in my hand and tap my cock on the curve of her upper lips. Pre-cum drips from the slit. “Stick your tongue out,” I command.

When she does, I set my cock on it, and give her a taste of me. I pull my cock back, and she sits there, pre-cum on her tongue as she holds it out. “Taste me, babe.”

She pulls her tongue into her mouth, and moans as she savors me, and I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve her, any of this. But I swear from here on out, I’ll be the best version of myself, visit more nursing homes, more hospitals, bring blankets and food to more unhoused people, because this, right here, is a fucking gift.

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