Page 46 of The Moments You Miss
“Tell me what you want baby girl.” My voice comes out barely human, a growl. Seeing my girl on her knees for me sends my cock twitching. I’m about to fucking come apart, like an inexperienced schoolboy. She hasn’t even touched me yet. I grab her by the base of her neck, gripping the back of her neck, yanking her head back by her hair.
“Suck,” my voice is firm and commanding, a feral grin sitting on my face as she licks her lips once again. The bratty gleam in her eyes flickers for a second before fading into soul consuming lust.
She nods quickly, and in a second her lips wrap around the tip of my cock. My hips buck as she does— the slightest touch from her sends a rush of immense pleasure through me. I need to hold it together. I want to enjoy this, savor it, memorize it, etch it onto the fabric of my mind like scripture.
My fingers knot in her hair as her tongue rolls down my shaft and licks in intoxicating swirls as if she’s writing the ways of pleasure in cursive. And when she hits the base of my cock, Leyla’s cheeks hollow from the suction she provides.
She is worshiping at my altar, and I am a loved and revered God if her mouth is her act of devotion. She’s devouring me, body and soul as she sucks, licks, and hums around me. Everything has melted away but the two of us, and there is only this moment with her.
“Good girl,” I manage to purr. “Just like that.”
My hand guides her head as she takes me in long strokes, the tip of my cock gliding against the velvety interior of her throat. When I push myself deeper, I feel her gag and I start to pull back— but her nails dig into my thighs. My girl continues to gag and squirm as she takes all of me into her mouth and throat. Both of us are covered in her spit and her eyes are watering from the intensity of it— but she looks so fucking determined.
I hear myself panting before I register that I am. Forcing her to slow with my grip in her hair, I blissfully edge for a moment. I’m on the brink of ecstasy, balls deep in the mouth of the woman I love, and she looks as though her very reason for breathing is to do this. I want to live inside this moment, but my body can’t take anymore pleasure without relief.
“You’re going to swallow for me, aren’t you, baby girl? Swallow for me,” I say breathlessly.
Without hesitation, she quickens her movements and sucks even harder. I come so hard that it takes my body a full minute to roll through the initial shockwave of it. My hips are pumping against her face and moving her head with a bit of force as I fuck her mouth through every delicious wave and tingle.
Finally, I let her go and Cherry is sitting up, her mouth glistening and her eyes wicked. So much for all those thoughts about being a worshiped God, for right now and forevermore, I would move worlds if that’s what she asked of me.
Chapter 36
I Found
Leyla
“Alex! Hi!” I smile widely as Cameron and I walk into the diner, Alex has a bright smile on her face. She ushers me into a tight hug. I melt into her embrace as she tightens her arms around me. I play the part as if nothing’s wrong.
Cameron’s face is slightly stoic like it normally is around people that aren’t me, Zack, or now Hazel. A practiced smile sits on his face as he nods a greeting towards Alex. “Hey Alex, how are you?”
Alex’s smile doesn’t falter as she lets go of me and turns her attention to Cameron. “I’m good. Things have been really busy, with work and starting up the program. But it’s all going to be worth it, you know? Making the world a better place.”
She motions for Cameron and I to sit down at the table she’s been holding until we arrive. Clearly, she has everything all set upand ready for us as there’s manila folders in piles and a notebook with her chicken scratch in front of her spot at the table. “Sorry for the mess, but please– sit. Let’s talk.”
A sudden unsettling feeling settles over me. I shake it off as the three of us claim our seats at the table. It’s been six months since I received the last rose from… whoever it is. Maybe it was already there before Simon— no he was already dead by the time we got home, and we would have seen it upon arriving. We were inside when the rose was left.
Cameron’s hand gently lands on my knee, a soft grounding factor that has become my constant. Cameron squeezes my leg, a silent question and answer all in one. I put a smile on my face and turn my full attention towards Alexandra now.
“Okay, so we’re a few months from opening day, where are we now?” Cameron’s confident voice takes the lead of this entire conversation. The energy at the table still isn’t sitting right with me. I don’t quite know what’s happening, but I feel anxiety starting to crawl just under my skin.
My intuition is screaming like sirens in the back of my head.
Alexandra smiles as she runs her hand through her raven hair, her smile a bright contrast. “Well, we’ve got thirty-two adults currently signed up for the program itself. Myself at the helm here, and you two helping with locations and plans for at least the first year. I had Simon scouting out locations for some of them, and another kid from your year in group, Ryann helping out on the business and marketing aspect of it. Simon however had some… personal stuff come up. He sent a text a few months ago saying that he had to head home to take care of personal matters.”
I cock my head slightly as if I was just simply reacting to her. “Oh! That’s sad. I haven’t heard from him in a couple months, either. Well, I’m happy to help with some of the other locations since he hasn’t gotten back to you.”
“Yea, it came as a bit of a surprise to me seeing as he was so motivated to help with this project, and it’s not like him to just disappear with no notice. But, I digress. And thank you, I’d appreciate some help from you.” Alex’s intense gaze tears me apart as we sit at the table.
“How’s the family?” Alex asks Cameron, the question slightly catching me off guard seeing as I’m pretty sure Alex is more than aware that Cameron’s dad is dead. “Anything new and exciting with your father?”
Cameron’s face blanches, talking about his father is not something that he does often, even around me and I know him better than anyone. I don’t know how to even respond to that question; it seems so out of place for the detective. My hand instinctively now heads to his knee and I sigh softly.
Trying to get Alex’s gaze on myself instead, even though Alex’s gaze burrows into Cam. I can see his shoulders slumping out of the corner of my eye; he’s trying so fucking hard to not show any reaction to her question. He’s already been on edge as it has been lately, I’ve not been much better.
“I thought you’d have heard, my father died last year. Dementia got him in the end, and he passed in his sleep. The only other family I’ve got now is Leyla, and she and I are closer than ever. Thanks for asking.” The rehearsed phrase makes my heart crack just a little more every day, his tone is clipped and short.
The two of them have a sort of stare off that sends a shiver down my spine. I don’t know what happened in such a short amount of time, but somethings off. I can’t help but think back to Alex’s conversation with me months ago that she thinks Cameron was The Whispering Killer.
