Page 18 of King of Rhythm
“So leave,” he says.
I blink. “What?”
“If you keep getting passed over for promotions, start looking for another job.”
I grab my water, drain it, and then focus all my attention on the empty glass. It’s a really nice glass, square and heavy.
“Avery.” He doesn’t raise his voice, but the tone changes and transports me back to my school days. Bryce definitely has the teacher's voice down.
Reluctantly, I lift my head and give a weak smile. “I like where I work and I sorta never let it be known that I wanted a new position.”
His soft sigh carries to me, and I can’t help feeling disappointed in myself.
“If you never ask, the answer will always be no,” he says. Reaching across the table, he takes hold of my hand holding the glass and guides it down. “Angel, you have to go after what you want. People aren’t just going to hand it to you.”
“They might,” I say stubbornly.
“That’s called getting lucky, and I don’t count on luck.”
“What would you call us meeting how we did?” I say, attempting to change the subject. “Wasn’t that luck?”
Heat flares within his dark eyes. “No. That was fate smiling on me.” Releasing my hand, he stands up and comes around to my chair.
Staring up at him, my mouth goes dry despite all the water I just drank. I’ve gotten used to him not being taller than me, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I like how he’s towering over me like this. His hands go to his belt, the click of the buckle loud in my ears as is the hard rasp of his zipper being pulled down.
He dips his black boxers down and pulls out his hard dick, the scent of him warm and manly. I part my lips, watching his hand gliding over his straining shaft, the thumb sliding over the clear pre-cum welling from the slit in his cockhead.
When that thumb presses against my lips, I dart out my tongue, winding it around his digit and tasting the tang of his skin and the salty sweetness of his cum. Moaning, I close my eyes and suck it fully into my mouth, smiling when I hear the uptick in his breathing.
His thumb slides out of my mouth, and I open my eyes as the spongy head of his dick bumps against my lips. Lookingupwards, my eyes collide with his as I engulf his dick into the hot heat of my mouth.
CHAPTER TWELVE
BRYCE
Watching my cock disappear into Avery’s mouth, a harsh groan slips from my parted lips. Burying my fingers in the softness of her blonde hair, I arch my hips, urging her to take more of me in. The hot squeeze of her throat around the fat head of my cock is almost too much and I need to ease back a bit, taking shallower thrusts.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I moan, watching her from beneath heavy lids as her cheeks hollow, her pink lips stretched wide around me. The only better sight is her pussy taking every inch I give her.
Avery licks and sucks me, her hand working my cock as her other hand cups my balls, pressing and squeezing them. Every time she dips lower, taking me to the back of her throat, I moan.
“I’m going to come soon,” I warn her.
She sucks harder, her hands clenching in the material of my loosened pants.
Dropping my head forward, I palm the back of her head, thundering her name as I come in long, jerky spurts, pleasure pulsating through my cock and balls.
My eyes slowly open, locking with her light blue ones. Her tongue runs along my cock, and I shudder as she continues to suck at the sensitive flesh. Pulling back from her, she releases my softening cock with a final slurp, her tongue teasing at the still weeping slit before a smile spreads over her face.
“You are so gorgeous,” I say, staring down at her.
Her blush is immediate. Tucking my spent cock back into my pants, I tug her to her feet. “You don’t know that do you?” I whisper, stroking my fingers along the round softness of her cheeks.
“Bryce.”
My name hangs in the air, my chest feeling impossibly tight. “Can you spend the night?”
At her nod, I lean up and press my lips to hers, happiness a warm buzz tingling through me.
