Page 194 of Come Back to Me

I let go, but as he sags in relief, I eye his glistening shaft with delight. Barely a second later, gobbling him into my mouth as I bob up and down, I’m thanking God for my lack of a gag reflex.

(He can prise the information out of my cold dead hands how I broke that reflex. It involved carrots when I was sixteen, the Heimlich maneuver administered by my nonna, and a visit to the doctor’s office. I still don’t know how that news didn’t break out in town.)

“Holy—shit. I’m gonna… Tee. Stop. You need to stop. Fuck—” He roars my name just as a massive crescendo of amplified crashing cymbals sounds on the speaker.

His hips pump, rocking him deeper into my face, and I make sure to swallow around him. His sounds are agonized as he explodes. Delightfully so.

I keep on swallowing, making sure to take every drop he gives me, then I run my hand over my throat and gently push at the sides.

“No more, Tee!” He yelps. “You trying to kill me?!” When I smile around him, he rasps, “What a way to fucking go.”

Slowly, I release him, sucking with every inch I free until he’s jerking, nerve endings twitching from the stimulation.

He’s panting when I let go of him, and, amusedly, I notice him quickly tuck his dick away, like he’s wanting to make sure I won’t get any ideas.

His eyes are dazed, his face is flushed, and honestly, I’ve never seen him look so flustered or so goddamn hot.

Attention fixed on him, I notice his is on my mouth, which is covered in saliva. He strokes a finger over my lips, swiping through the mess I made.

“That is the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

I squirm on my knees then shriek when he yanks me up onto his lap again, this time with me sitting on his thigh. His hand lands on my leg, possessive yet also restraining.

“Did youwantto kill me?”

“Suck your heart out through your urethra? Nah.”

His eyes twinkle. “Good to know.”

When his fingers curve inwards, I snag a hold of his wrist. “I’m fine.”

“No way,” he derides.

“Yes way. I’m fine,” I repeat, though my clit is definitely throbbing. “It’s nearly dinner. Though I, of course, just ate.”

“You were so fucking hot, Tee. On your knees for me like that. Where the fuck did you stuff my dick? It disappeared like you’re a magician.”

“Magicians never reveal their tricks.”

“Something to do with the magic circle, right?”

I smirk. “Right.”

He snorts, his face calm and his body relaxed, until he shifts his gaze over to the speakers that are playing a relatively gentle tune.

It’s because of how relaxed he is that I sense the difference when he grows tense.

Perplexed, I look around and see nothing that’d cause such a change in him.

He clears his throat. “Nice crystal.”

Confused, I find him staring at the amethyst cathedral I bought recently. “Erm. Thanks.”

I’m not sure what killed his buzz, but as quickly as he changed the subject, he shifts it again. “What other tracks do you have ready?”

We manage to listen to one more before Mrs. Abelman calls us for dinner. Cody’s mood is still far too somber for a man who, in his own words, experienced the best blowjob of his life, but I don’t push the topic. Especially when his mood doesn’t shove me aside—he repeats his offer to help me train Milord once we’ve eaten.

The conversation rarely lulls, mostly because there are a bunch of chatterboxes around the table—me, Callan, and Mrs. Abelman to name all three of them—but Cody’s quieter than usual. Quieter than I’d have expected for a man who got the girl today.

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