Page 33 of Carry Me Home
But that was exactly what I wanted so I gripped his thighs for dear life and pulled him in. His cock twitched against my tongue and then it happened. One burst and then another and another. He growled my name as his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed down every drop. His thighs trembled as he slowly released my hair.
And okay, fine, it didn’t actually cure me.
But I sure did enjoy the hell out of trying.
13
JANIE
Claire
What the heck happened at the party yesterday?
Janie
I didn’t give a special forces operator a blowjob in the foyer, that’s for sure
Claire
I can’t tell if you’re joking. You’re joking, right?
Janie
*winky face*
Claire
I still can’t tell if you’re joking
Claire
Dad just paid a gossip columnist to kill a story. Is the story about a blowjob?
Janie
No, that would be Todd Yates being an absolute piece of shit.
Claire
That’s old news.
The party went late,so Maya and I spent the night at Belmont Ranch. Mother was her usual cool, collected self as she bid us good night. Neither of my parents said a single word about the incident with Todd, and when I tried to bring it up, Mother held up a hand to silence me.
“Not tonight, Jane. If anything needs to be said, it can wait until the morning. I’m simply too tired to deal with this now.”
It was hard to say whether I was more relieved or angry at their lack of response. Remembering the feel of Jack thrusting into my mouth as he growled,You’re fucking perfect, Janiehelped a lot, though. I let it play over and over again in my mind as I got myself off under the silky Egyptian cotton Frette sheets that cost more than two weeks’ pay.
The next morning, I discovered I had twin bruises on my knees, courtesy of the foyer’s marble floor. Honestly, I wasn’t mad about it.
Maya was awake and waiting for me when I slipped into her bedroom next to mine.
“Morning, ladybug,” I said. “How did you sleep?”
“Good, but I want to go home now.” She handed me her brush, her squeeze toy ready in her other hand.
“After breakfast, okay? Alice is making us French toast.”
With a sigh, Maya nodded. It didn’t take long to do her hair. I had braided it before she went to sleep, so it was easy to comb through and then redo the braid, Maya’s preferred hairstyle. We arrived downstairs at precisely 8:01, a mere twenty seconds after Mom. Dad was already at his office. He didn’t believe in weekends.
