Page 122 of What About Us
“I had ice cream for dessert, Daddy. It was yummy. With caramel sauce and a banana,” Paige jabbers sleepily.
I huff a laugh through my nose and ruffle Paige’s hair. “Close your eyes, sweetheart, and I’ll see you in the morning,” I say, then turn and leave the room, heading downstairs.
I scarf down the surprisingly delicious meal Finn left for me in the microwave, then settle into the couch with ESPN on low. When Finn comes downstairs ten minutes later, she’s got her hair in a messy bun, and she’s replaced her contacts with her black, thick-framed glasses. They’re big on her face, which is glowing and flushed, probably from taking off what little makeup she had on. She’s also replaced her sweats and tank top with a pair of itty-bitty, tight-as-fuck biker shorts and one of my old T-shirts. That shirt has never looked so good, hanging off her small frame.
Her petite legs look mouthwatering as she steps over my feet and stands between my knees. She moves to straddle me, placing a tanned knee on either side of my hips. Her citrus scent fills my nose and my cock slowly comes to life when she settles her weight on me. She looks and smells positively fuckable.
I tip my head back on the couch and look up at her, giving her a slow grin. She matches it and then leans in to place a kiss on my lips, running her hands up my arms to rest them on my shoulders.
“How was your dinner?”
“Not as good as dessert will be, but still good.” My voice is low as I reach for her.
She hums and drops her mouth to mine again. Running a hand down my abs, she slips it under the waistband of my sweats. She palms my cock through my underwear before slipping her hand inside those, too.
I hiss out a breath before deepening our kiss. “Fuck, that feels good,” I mumble against her lips.
“I’ve missed you the last couple of days.” She teases the head of my cock with her thumb, then gives me a series of long strokes, before plunging her tongue back into my mouth.
With Ginger and the boys in town, she spent a lot of time with them and Wren, taking Paige with her on hikes and to the ranch to ride the horses. And although we haven't had sex in a couple of days, waking up to her pressed against me every morning has been heavenly.
Every morning, I sneak back into my room before it’s light out, in case Paige wakes up early. We’re taking a risk starting this out here in the open, but right now, I’m finding it hard to care that I could come right now with just the feel of her warm heat on my lap and her hand slowly working over my dick.
“How was work?” she asks as she pulls the front of my pants down, freeing my length.
I cock a brow at her boldness, and she smirks at me, dropping her gaze to my lap. It should feel strange having her hands on me after all these years, but it doesn’t. It just feels incredible. And I can’t focus on a fucking thing she’s asking me. I can’t form a coherent sentence.
Slowly, she climbs off my lap and gets down on her knees between mine, still gripping and jerking me in that slow, tortuous rhythm. It’s insane how, in such a short time, she already knows exactly what to do to me to get me close within what feels like seconds.
Turning her eyes up to mine, she waits, either for instruction or maybe just to torture me.
I tip my chin up at her. “Put that pretty mouth on me, Finnley.”
Her eyes are hooded with desire, and then her perfect mouth is on me, softly teasing me with her lips and tongue. She lightly sucks the underside of the head before pulling me into her mouth.
“Holy shit, Finn,” I mumble out, my head falling back onto the couch. She works her mouth over me, while I find the nape of her neck with my fingers and guide her in a rhythm I like. I’m already too damn close to coming, so I slide my fingers under her chin to make sure she’s looking at me. “Your mouth is perfect… Goddamn.”
She moans around my length, and the vibrations ripple over me, making me shiver. I can hardly see straight from seeing her like this, eager and on her knees. It conjures up all the filthy things I want to do to her. Her big, brown eyes trail up my body, while she bobs her head over and over. When she pulls me out of her mouth, saliva strings from her lips, connecting us.
“Tell me about your day,” she says quietly, not bothering to wipe her mouth before going back to work on my dick.
It’s sexy as all get-out, but something about her worshipping my cock while I tell her about all the mundane shit in my day has my heart swelling in my chest. Yes, she’s doing this for my pleasure, but it’s more than that. It’s like she’s taking care of me, like she wants nothing more than to hear about what I did all day, while simultaneously sucking my soul out of my body through my junk.
All I can do is moan, mesmerized at the sight of her mouth swallowing my length. I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a pent-up breath, forcing myself not to unload down her throat after a thirty-second blow job.Fuck, she's good at that.
“It was…good.Just hot as hell.”
When I lift my head to watch her, she flicks her tongue twice over that perfectly sensitive spot, then presses her lips to the tip of my cock in a chaste kiss. Her eyes collide with mine, and I let out a long groan. I swear I see stars.
“You just gonna suck my cock while I talk about work, pretty girl?” I ask, brushing my thumb across her cheek, knowing I will never find anyone more perfect than this woman.
She nods and takes me back into her mouth, sucking me back as far as she can without gagging.
Running a hand over her hair, I cup my fingers around the back of her head, my thumb stroking her cheek again as she looks up at me. “So, fucking beautiful on your knees, lips stretched around me. Fuck, babe… You do such a good job for me.”
Her eyes light up at my praise. It’s sexy as fuck.
“I talked to Trevor today,” I say, sucking in a breath when she really sucks me toward the back of her throat again. Her eyes never leave mine, listening intently, while never missing a beat on my length. God, she’ll be my undoing. My breath is coming in quick pants, and my voice is more of a grunt than anything. “He wants to sell the bar.” My abs clench when her teeth lightly graze the head of my cock. I’m so damn close. “He offered it to me.”
