Page 55 of Vodka And Virtue

“Just keep reading your book while I warm your cock with my mouth.”

I hid my smile behind my tablet, grinning like a fool when he popped my cock between his lips. After a few experimental sucks and tugs, he just let it lie there on his tongue. Rory closed his eyes, using my soft cock as a pacifier. Every few minutes, he would suckle, and my shaft would start to thicken. But then he would stop again, and I would soften. The edging was driving me crazy, and I found myself counting the minutes until he would start again.

The warm, wet heat of his mouth was incredibly satisfying. It was the intimate connection I craved from the act, and I was glad that it was him fulfilling the fantasy for me. I loved everything about this. It was delicious to share a sexual act while both of us carried on doing mindless things, like reading or resting. We were separate, but connected.

I stroked my fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp, and he purred around my cock. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep, and I followed soon after, resting my head against the padded headboard.

I came awake slowly, with a smile on my face. Rory was no longer warming my cock, he was sucking it, bathing the tip with his tongue, swirling it in circles around the head. Light, teasing licks, soft nips of his lips, gentle sucks, grazing the sensitive crown with his teeth. He lapped up the fluid seeping from my slit. He trailed a sucking kiss down the length of my shaft, making it nearly double in size.

I watched him through sleepy, half-lidded eyes, my desire multiplying by the second. I palmed the back of his head, and he raised his eyes to mine, realizing I was fully awake. His sinful grin told me he had much more in store for me. My lips parted on a gasp as he swallowed my shaft down to the base, slowly sliding his lips along every vein on his way back to the top.

“Fuck, suck me like you mean it.”

His eyes widened slightly before narrowing as he hollowed his cheeks, intent on doing the best job he could. Satisfaction spread throughout every part of my body. Like being dipped in warm water. Rory sucked as if he were trying to pull the life force out of me through the tip of my dick. He worshiped my cock with his tongue; the suction felt incredible. His soft, wet mouth pulled rhythmically on my swollen head. My entire world was reduced to the swelling of my sac and the heat rushing through my shaft.

I cried out as a blinding rush of heat moved through me, making me double over at the waist. I bowed over his head, cradling it in my hands to keep his mouth still. The sensitivity was killing me as he continued to tickle me with his tongue.

“Stop. Fuck, stop. Please.”

He swallowed the mouthful I gave him and licked his lips clean. “Help me roll back over,” he pleaded, laughing at himself.

I had momentarily forgotten about his stitches from the euphoric pleasure he gave me. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, sweetness. You gave me the best medicine,” he teased, giving me a sexy wink. I gently rolled him on his back, propping his head on the pillow.

“So, you really enjoyed that?”

“Warming your cock or sucking it dry?”

I laughed because I thoroughly enjoyed both. “Warming it.”

“I told you I did on our first date. And I told you I would never lie to you.”

With a smirk on my lips, I reminded him, “I thought you told me that wasn’t our first date. That the beach picnic was our first date.”

Rory chuckled, and then grunted in pain. “You’re one of those guys who likes to say I told you so, aren’t you?”

“You’re one of those guys who can’t admit they were wrong, aren’t you?”

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The lounge feltlonely without Rory’s solid hulking presence. My uncle filled in for him. I had no idea who he had running the Sports Bar and Grille. My shifts seemed longer, lonelier, without his eyes following me around the bar.

Visitors came and went from his house. My cousins, my brother and Ryan, my uncle. Even Kelley stopped by. No matter what they brought to cheer him up, it seemed my motorcycle balloon was still his favorite gift. He tied it to the handle of his nightstand drawer. Every time I walked into the bedroom and saw it floating above the bed, I smiled.

Every day, he seemed capable of doing more and more for himself, relying on me less and less. But he appeared in no rush to have me leave. Quite the opposite, in fact. Rory seemed to look forward to his time with me. We ate breakfast outside on the deck. Took a short stroll through his vegetable garden. He showed me the things he bought me to make me feel comfortable in his home, and even designated my own drawer in his dresser for my clothes.

I was becoming so comfortable sharing his space with him, that it felt as if we had been doing it forever.

On my day off, I decided to try my hand at making one of Rory‘s favorite recipes, a middle eastern chicken curry. He made a list for me and I shopped for the ingredients. Rory wasn’t up to standing long enough to cook with me yet, so he sat and watched from the kitchen island, looking incredibly sexy in just his gray sweats. Every time he wore them, my eyes stayed glued to his dick print. He smiled so filthy every time he caught me staring.

I wanted to look just as alluring to him, so I pretended I needed to pee but emerged from the bathroom naked. His eyes bugged out of his head as I strolled across the kitchen, bent over the bottom drawer, with my legs spread, of course, and grabbed an apron. I tied it around my waist, so it covered my junk, but my ass was on full display.

”Carly baby,” he whispered. “You’re turning into a cock tease. The very thing I swore you would never be.”

I shrugged casually, feigning innocence. “I have no idea what you mean. It’s hot in here and I just wanted to cook for you.”

He rubbed his groin as I prepped the food. By the time I slid the chicken into the oven, he was blatantly stroking himself, his dick fully exposed.

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