Page 26 of Drilled (Dad Bod Contracting 2)
Franco, damn him, has all of this by the truckload. And then some. Which is the root of the problem: I just plain old flat out want the man in a way I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced.
It’s whetted my appetite for him, if anything.
He’s watching—the entire time I’ve been ruminating and mooning over this whole stupid situation, I’ve been slowly and gently caressing him. Not in an outright attempt to get him to come—I could do that in a minute flat if I really wanted to—but more just to touch him, to enjoy the feel of him in my hands.
He’s getting impatient, I can tell.
I just stare up at him, blinking slowly, stroking and caressing, one hand, two hands, up and down and hand over hand, without rhythm or pattern, until I see his jaw clenching and his eyes narrowing and his hands twitching.
Without warning, I bend forward and take him into my mouth, and it’s so sudden and unexpected that he flinches, gasps, and then curses out loud.
“Fucking hell, Audra. Jesus.”
I smirk at him, pleased at the reaction I got. “Awww, Franco—I’m just getting started, sweetheart.”
He groans. “I wasn’t expecting that, is all.”
“Sure, sure.” I flick my tongue against the tip. “You can go ahead and admit you’ve never felt anything so good. Flattery goes a long way with me, I don’t mind admitting.”
He breathes out shakily. “If I admitted that it would be the absolute truth.”
I laugh. “I was teasing, Franco—I’ve hardly touched you. I’m not even really trying, yet.”
“Well, it felt like the best thing ever.”
“Isn’t it the best thing ever, anytime you get your dick sucked?” I ask, stroking his saliva-coated length with one hand.
“Yeah, to an extent. But there’s also a definitive, actual best thing ever.”
“And my one suck outranks all the other full blowjobs you’ve ever gotten?” I ask this skeptically, one eyebrow lifted, my hand stilled.
“Would you believe I haven’t really received all that many? I’m usually too impatient to let it go that far.” He hesitates, sighs, and then continues. “Plus, the truth is, letting someone do that is also an act of giving over control, and I’m not great at that.”
“You’re doing fine with me, so far,” I say, truthfully.
“Yeah, well…you’re reaching the end of my patience.” Franco isn’t a growly sort of guy, on the whole, but he growls now.
“I’ve barely done anything,” I protest.
He laughs. “Yeah, exactly. It feels great, but I’m getting impatient to be inside you.” His eyes meet mine. “Which is why I so rarely let anyone give me a blowjob that lasts more than a few seconds before I stop it in favor of other things.”
In that case, I want to get another taste of him before he runs out of patience. I angle him away from his body and take him into my mouth. I start slow—just my lips around the tip in a slow, sensual kiss. But then, just as if I was kissing his mouth and getting carried away, I gradually take more and more of him into my mouth, and then once I have a mouthful of him I stroke him with my fists and flutter my tongue against him. More, and more, until I feel him at the back of my throat, and now I turn my eyes up to his, change my angle, open my throat, and take more. He grunts in surprise as I deep-throat him until my lips nudge against his balls.
“Jesus, Audra,” he hisses.
I smile—mostly with my eyes as my mouth is, um, otherwise occupied. And then back away, only to push forward again. Swallowing, tonguing, cupping his ass with both hands, I watch his reaction.
“Fuck, fuck.” He pulls away, removing himself from my mouth with a pop. “Fucking hell, Audra.”
I wipe at my lips with the back of my wrist, staring at him with all the sensuality I possess. “Told you I’m good with my mouth.”
“I believed you, but holy shit, woman.” He’s breathing hard, and his stomach is tensed, and I realize he’s backing himself away from the edge. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Nope.”
“You must not have much of a gag reflex. Damn.”
I grin. “I discovered, totally by accident, that I don’t really have one.”
His laugh is skeptical. “And how do you discover that by accident?”
“That’s a story for another time.”
He’s just staring at me, his expression hard to read.
I laugh, uncomfortable with the intensity in his expression. “What?” I laugh. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I just don’t know what the fuck to do with you, Audra.”
I frown. “Um…have really amazing sex with me, and then go home?”
“Not what I mean.”
“I know,” I breathe. “I’m being flippant.”
“I know,” he murmurs. “Don’t be.”
Franco blinks at me. Our eyes meet, and something wild and deep and thrumming and intense sears between us, white-hot and unspoken, unspeakable, unmistakable.
