Page 47 of Only for the Week
He shrugs nonchalantly.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Minimize the effect you have on my happiness. That made my day today.”
“Whatever you need and want, whenever you need and want it. I’m not gonna repeat myself again, J.”
His tone hits me right in my core, sending my need for him into overdrive. If tonight is the last night we have, I want to make the most of it.
“Well, what I want right now is to properly thank you for making today happen.”
He pulls me against his body, gripping my ass with both hands. “What’d you have in mind?”
“You like to play with the senses, so I thought I’d give that a try myself.”
“And what are you gonna do?”
“Don’t ask questions. Now, I’m gonna put my headphones on you so that I can get what I need without you hearing. And I want you to close your eyes.”
“What are you up to?”
“Oh, so I can repeat myself, but you can’t? I said no questions.”
“But…”
“Aht aht aht,” I scold. “My thank-you, my rules.”
“Yes, ma’am. I hear you, no questions.”
“Thank you. I’ll tap your arm when you can open your eyes so go ahead and close them.” He closes his eyes and adjusts my earbuds so they’re comfortable for him.
I rush to grab ice cubes from my freezer and put them into a cup, running them under cold water in the sink.
I take a minute to observe him, looking edible in his tan pants and blue polo, the imprint of his abs strong against his shirt. I circle him, careful to step lightly so he doesn’t know where I am, and then I stand in front of him, so close our breaths mingle. I can still smell the pecan pie Highly Catered served for dessert on his tongue.
I reach for his pants, taking my time to unbutton them and pull them down painstakingly slowly. Acting on instinct, he steps out of the pants, kicking them aside, narrowly missing the cup of ice I have on the floor beside me.
Popping an ice cube into my mouth, I hide the cup behind me, clamp my mouth shut, and tap his arm. He opens his eyes suspiciously, but any unasked questions fall to the wayside when I sink to my knees before him. I motion for him to take the earbuds out and without any further pomp and circumstance, I take him in my mouth.
The wet heat of my mouth mingled with the chill of the ice sends a shock to his system and he jumps in my hold.
“Ah fuck,” he groans. I use my lips to suction the ice to the base of his dick and trail it up and down. His hands fly to the back of my head, his fingers stinging my scalp with a bite of pain. I welcome it, knowing it’s his lifeline because I’m pushing him to the brink of insanity. The ice starts to melt rapidly in my mouth so I let it pool there, taking him down my throat as far as I can.
I gag around him, some of the water dripping down my chin, and when I meet his eyes his knees buckle for a second.
“You’re a demon. Oh shit,” he groans, his head falling backward when his dick touches my tonsils.
When the rest of the ice melts, I swirl my tongue around his base before slowly pulling him from my mouth.
“You can take it, right, Rome?”
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he soothes my scalp with the pads of his fingers.
I grab another ice cube from my cup, rubbing it along my hand.
“Damn, J.”
