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I mean, I had a dick in my mouth. The man who’d always only ever looked at women that way was sucking cock and leaking into his boxers.
“If you don’t want a mouth full of cum, you need to pull off, mon chou,” he growled as he released the hold he had on me.
My hand snapped up, locking his hands in place. I shook my head as best I could while still bobbing on his cock. I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when we were so fucking close…
And he came.
Fuck me, he came so beautifully. His back arched, and his fingers tightened in my hair. He didn’t push me down though. He was still aware enough to stop himself from forcing more of his dick into me.
Watching him come undone brought me over the edge too. I rubbed against the mattress one time and that was it. I broke apart, my body jerking with each burst of cum filling my boxers.
I should have been embarrassed. Should have wondered what the hell was going on.
Yet I didn’t.
There wasn’t an ounce of regret or a question to be found. I only wanted to bask in the moment. I wanted to sigh in relief now that I felt like we’d both gotten something out of this spontaneous encounter.
Pharrell ran his fingers through my hair slowly, as if memorizing pieces of me. I looked up to find his gaze firmly on my face.
“Are you ok? How are you feeling?”
I went to speak, then frowned when I realized I couldn’t.
Why? Oh, right.
Because his cock was still in my mouth.
It had begun to soften some, though it was still firm. I sucked on it once, just to see if it felt the same now that the high tension had crested.
Surprisingly, I felt soothed at the motion. It was a comfort to have his weight on my tongue, against my cheek.
He filled up some part of me that I hadn’t even realized was empty.
I’d gone a bit unfocused at the realization of what I was still doing. When I looked back at Pharrell, I found him smiling at me.
“You like to keep me there, don’t you?”
I nodded gently, just enough movement to confirm, but not so much to lose the contact we had.
“That’s fine, mon chou. What you’re doing is completely natural among partners. We could even nap this way if you like. I’m quite comfortable if you are.”
His words weren’t a question, yet I still felt the need to reply. I used my finger to write a Y on his thigh. As usual, he caught on to what I was saying right away.
He carded his fingers through my hair, then said, “Rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
And as if by magic, I felt myself falling under the spell of his comfort.
CHAPTER 12
Pharrell
I watchedRicardo sleep for far longer than I should have. It was fucking impossible to look away though.
This man, who I’d honestly believed indifferent to me, was in my lap, hugging my thigh and suckling my cock. What wonderful sort of hell had I fallen into?
The timing of all this is bad. And I had a feeling Ricardo wasn’t going to offer me another chance with him if things didn’t work out now.
What we’d done earlier felt so natural. I knew it was his first time with a man, yet it almost didn’t feel like it. Sure, his exploring and tentative licks made it obvious in some ways. But in others, he was so fully immersed in everything, I would have thought otherwise.
