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Onto her knees.
Fuck.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jason
Warning: Do Not Operate Heavy Machinery After This
Scottie sinks to her knees like she’s not about to end me.
Like this is casual. Like, I’m just one more thing on her list, somewhere between caffeine and chaos.
She presses her hands to my thighs, her fingers spreading wide, then trailing up like she’s mapping every inch for later.Her palms drag along my skin, and I shiver like a guy who hasn’t been touched in years—which, okay, not technically accurate, but nothing has ever felt like this.
She smirks. That fucking smirk.
Then she leans in and licks the base of my cock.
One long, slow stripe.
Like it’s ice cream on a hot day.
Like she’s tasting me.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my head hitting the back of the couch with a dull thunk. “You’re trying to kill me.”
She doesn’t answer.
Because now her mouth is on my balls, tongue warm and wet as she sucks one into her mouth like she’s doing this to ruin me on purpose. My thighs twitch. My abs tighten.
“Scottie—fuck—baby, please?—”
She pulls back, eyes sparkling with wicked glee, one hand wrapped around the base of my cock like she owns it. Then she flicks her tongue over the tip, slow and cruel, lapping up the precum like it’s frosting.
“Fuck,” I groan, fisting my hands in her hair. Not to guide her. Not even to hold her back. Just to survive.
And she knows.
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“You like that?” she asks, licking just under the head, dragging her tongue down my shaft before kissing the base.
I growl.
Fucking growl.
“I might just go home and keep you hard . . .” She smirks.
“Get your mouth back on my cock,” I say, voice like gravel, “before I flip you over and make you choke on it.”
Her eyes flash—heat and challenge—and then she fucking smiles. She takes me into her mouth again, slower this time, like she wants me to snap. Her tongue swirls, her cheeks hollow, andI can’t stop the moan that rips from my throat. Her hand strokes what she can’t fit, tight and slick, twisting at the base while her mouth works the rest.
“You’re so fucking good. That mouth.” I bite out, hips flexing. “Fuck, you look so fucking pretty like this.”
She hums around me—a smug little ‘fuck you’ hum—and it vibrates all the way through my spine.
My head drops forward, and I watch. Watch my cock disappear between her lips, watch her tongue flick the underside, watch her eyes flutter like she’s the one unraveling.
