Page 195 of Small Town Firsts
Or nothing. I was voting for nothing.
Fuck, I had to see. But first…first, I had to make sure.
Sucking in a breath, I turned around and braced my hands flat on my now-bare desk.
“What’s—what’s wrong?” Her tremulous question nearly broke me.
I didn’t want her to ever doubt the effect she had on me for a moment. I’d already fucked up so much with my stupid contract and crazy scheme to have a kid when if I’d just talked to her, explained where my head was at, maybe we could’ve made some decisions together. I’d caused her to think that any attraction I might have in her direction was just based on my wanting to knock her up.
Truth was, I’d been trying my goddamn hardest not to notice her that way for years.
Now I didn’t have to shove those errant thoughts away. We were both single. There was no reason we couldn’t do the family thing our own way. With sex and kids and our own rules.
Love wasn’t a necessary component. At least romantic love. I didn’t see her that way. Of course not. I mean, I loved her, but to love her romantically would be taking a huge fucking risk.
The biggest of them all.
“Hey.” She stepped forward and stroked my back, and even in that single touch, she conveyed her growing confidence. Not in general, but in this particular space with me. “You’re running hot and cold.”
I laughed. “Far from it. I’m so hot right now that I’m amazed I haven’t torn a hole in my pants yet.”
“So why did you pull back?”
For fuck’s sake, I knew she was blushing just from that little breathy catch in her voice. I knew so much about her, and instead of that making this boring, almost routine, it made every moment better. Bigger. I wanted to find out everything I didn’t know. How her eyes hazed over as she came, the tremble of her lips just before she went over. The way she’d soak my dick with her release.
Without a condom between us this time.
I pressed my palms into the desk, searching for clarity. For restraint. “Every time, it feels like I’m pushing you.”
I expected her to argue. That’s what she did—what we did.
Instead she reached around me and stroked my cock through my pants, so slowly that I hissed air between my teeth. “Mmm. You weren’t lying.”
Christ, that little purr in her throat? Gonna be the death of me.
She didn’t wait for my affirmation. Her first task was to undo my belt and toss it on the desk, where it hung half off like a waiting snake. The metallic sound of her undoing my zipper seemed loud in my head, competing with the throb of my heartbeat. She dipped her fingers inside, grabbing my shaft through my boxers. I was so hard that just her light grip had my balls drawing up, full and tight.
I might not plant a baby in her this afternoon, but it wouldn’t be from lack of coming. Holy shit. It was going to happen whether or not I wanted it to if she kept touching me like that.
As if she heard my thoughts, she pushed down my pants and my boxers and turned me around to face her before going to her knees. I didn’t breathe. Didn’t make a sound. Just watched and waited as she stroked my dick from root to tip and flicked her gaze from mine to my length, over and over.
It fucking grew in her hand, and she laughed. Softly. Like a damn vixen.
“Some magic trick,” she whispered a moment before her lips engulfed the tip.
I grasped the edge of the desk and threw back my head, fighting not to command. It would be so easy to grab a handful of her hair and pull her down my erection, but she probably wasn’t ready for that. Her tentative licks and sucks were working a magic all their own.
“Undo your top,” I rasped. “Let me see you.”
She kept me in her mouth while she reached up with one hand to undo the tie behind her neck. The red straps fell and my breath caught.
Holy fuck, her gorgeous bare tits had been pushing against the material all along.
“You went out like this.” I reached down to twist her hard pink nipple and she gasped around my shaft. “Showing off allthis perfection.” I gave her other nipple a twist and swore I could feel pre-cum pulsing onto her tongue.
She eased back and licked her lips. Naughty vixen. “It’s only for you.”
“Again.” Already her mouth was full of me again, precluding talking, but I didn’t care. As much as I was dying for her to suck my cock until I spilled myself in her throat, I had to hear her say it. “Say it again,” I demanded, hooking my hands under her arms. She barely had an instant to release my dick before I drew her to feet. “Say it,” I repeated, latching my mouth onto her tight little nipple and pulling it between my teeth.
