Page 177 of Fielder's Choice

He says that like this is a rare occurrence, but he had me move in last month. I’m here literally every day now. This isn’t the first morning blow job he’s had recently, and it sure as hell won’t be the last.

“I know you do,” I say, pulling my mouth back and spitting down on him, making him slick enough for my hand to glide over. “You love having your dick in my mouth.”

“Fuck yes, I do,” he groans as I suck him down. “Goddamn, baby. Turn around. I want your pussy.”

I pull my mouth off of him and smirk. “Shouldn’t you be getting all the attention? It’s your birthday.” I say it lightly as I still get into the requested position, placing my legs on either side of his head.

“It is my birthday,” Lane states, nipping the inside of my thigh. “And I want to eat my favorite fucking meal for breakfast.”

His mouth connects with my center, and his tongue flicks over my clit. “Lane…”

“Don’t stop, baby,” he groans as I work over him with my hand. “Suck me down. Fill that mouth up with my thick cock.”

“So full of yourself,” I tease.

Lane’s eyes are full of heat. “I’d rather you be full of me.”

I smirk before turning my attention back to the task at hand.

Or in hand, I guess you could say, since I’m literally holding his dick right now.

I close my lips around him, swirling my tongue over his tip and licking up the precum he’s leaking. He bucks his hips upward into my mouth when I bring my other hand around to play with his balls.

“Yes, just like that,” he moans. “So fucking good.”

His mouth is back on me now, swiping me front to back and back to front, and I moan around him. He seemingly enjoys thevibration that it creates as I feel him twitch in the hand still stroking him. I’m even louder when he sucks my clit into his mouth.

Nothing about this moment is refined. We’re sloppy, saliva covering us both as we work to get the other off. All you can hear are our muffled groans, the sound of sucking from me, and my wetness as Lane spears me with two of his fingers.

I’m close to falling over the edge, but I’m determined to take him with me. I suck him in farther, letting the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I gulp around him, and his moans are guttural as I pull the orgasm out of him, letting him come down my throat.

Lane doesn’t stop working, though, and quickly pulls me over the edge. My mouth is still around him, so my screams are quieter, but they’re still loud enough that I’m hoping I didn’t just wake up Sage.

When I don’t hear any rustling from her bedroom, I let out a sigh of relief and finally climb off of him.

“Goddamn, this isdefinitelythe best birthday I’ve had so far.”

I can’t help but smile as I rest my head on his chest, gazing at the man who captured my heart almost one year ago.

When Sage does wake up a little while later, Lane decides he’s going to make breakfast while I shower.

Onhisbirthday.

What the actual hell?

I’m supposed to be taking care ofhim, not the other way around.

He’s steadfast, though, not relenting despite my opposition. Eventually, I give up, deciding I’ll drown out my annoyance under some hot, running water. Since I’ve had plenty of latenights lately as I study for my GED exam next month, I’m more tired than usual, so this feels fantastic right now.

I relax for a while, enjoying the warmth, before I finally decide I’ve had enough and that I should probably take over the rest of his birthday morning. I don’t want him to doeverythingtoday.

I dry myself off and throw on some leggings and one of my favorite sweatshirts. When I step out of the bathroom and then into our bedroom, I’m hit with the heavenly scent of Lane’s chocolate chip pancakes.

They’re Sage’s favorite, so I’m not surprised that he decided to make them today.

I find him alone in the kitchen, a pair of athletic shorts hanging low on his hips, no shirt, and a black apron tied around him. “Nice look, Hotshot.”

Lane turns around and smiles at me. “I think I look good.”

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