Page 76 of Vital Blindside

I swirl my tongue around the tip, collecting the mix of our flavours before sliding it down his smooth shaft, down to the base. He gently gathers my hair and pulls it from my face.

“Put it in your mouth, baby.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I push him past my lips and slide down the length of him, only stopping when I can’t take him further. Wrapping my fingers around whatever I can’t fit in my mouth, I pump my hand in time with every rise and fall of my head.

“That’s it. So fucking good.”

His praise encourages me to take him deeper, hitting my gag reflex. I sputter, and spit leaks from the corners of my mouth.

“Christ. Not going to last much longer. I’m nearly there,” he chokes.

The grip on my hair tightens, but he doesn’t push me. He lets me take it at my own pace, even if he’s dying to fuck my mouth.

I hollow my cheeks and suck him harder each time I reach the tip. Using my other hand, I touch his balls, cradling them in my palm and rubbing the smooth skin beneath them with my thumb. His groan tears through the room.

“Where?” Adam asks suddenly. I look at him through my eyelashes and blink, answering him with a hard suck. “Dirty fucking girl.”

I hum around him and fight off a smug grin when that’s the final thing to set him off. As soon as he whispers my name like a curse and presses his fingers into my scalp, he fills my mouth.

Only after I’ve swallowed everything he’s given me do I pull away and suck in gulps of air, trying to catch my breath. The hands in my hand move to my cheeks as he pushes forward and captures my mouth.

It’s a deep kiss, one that carries the weight of appreciation. I smile against his lips before pulling back and falling backward on the bed.

“Did you know that you have a filthy mouth, Adam?”

He tips his head back and laughs loudly. “I do. And you seem to like it.”

I shrug, smirking. “It’s like you have an alter ego. It’s kind of sexy.”

“Only kind of?”

I watch him fall to the bed beside me and turn to face me. His eyes twinkle, even in the dark.

“Mm. I’m too tired to search for another compliment,” I mumble, shutting my eyes. “What time is it, anyway?”

The bed dips before the sound of him digging around his side table fills the room. “Seven thirty,” he says.

My eyes shoot open. “Crap. I thought it was earlier.” I nearly throw myself out of bed and wander around the dark room, grabbing pieces of clothing off the ground and attempting to put them on. “Where did I put my phone?”

More rustling. “Your pants?”

“No pockets.”

“Kitchen?”

After tugging a shirt over my head that smells like Adam, I find the door and peel it open before rushing into the hallway. It’s much brighter out here, and I have no trouble finding the kitchen. My phone screen is lit up when I spot it on the island.

Grabbing it, I see a photo of my mom on the screen. I frantically answer the call.

“Hi, Mom. Everything okay?”

Adam must turn the coffee machine on behind me because it makes a hissing sound before liquid begins to drip into the pot.

“Where are you? You missed curfew, young lady. You’re lucky I didn’t call the police,” she chastises me like a child.

Like a child.

My inhale is warbled. Fear sinks its jagged claws into my chest and twists. How do I deal with this? This has never happened before.

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