Page 18 of The House on Memory Lane

“Okay. Thank you, for the Red Bull. Maybe I’ll go on a road trip in the summer.”

Come to Chicago. Her heart thumped. That was lunacy. This was a bit of fun to get Kyle out of her system. She didn’t want to start anything up again. She’d sworn as much to her sister and mother, and she’d been telling the truth. Her stomach twisted, and she swallowed hard.

He pulled out the second gift. “Peanut butter?”

“For Buddy. There’s a related—”

A black and white streak shot across the room as Kyle held up the hollow purple ball.

“It’ll keep him occupied while we use the last gift,” she whispered, suddenly nervous.

He gave her a curious look and slid the tin out of the bag. “Altoids?”

She grinned. Fake it till you make it. “You bet. Leave the Red Bull here and follow me.”

She swirled past him, letting her fingers trail across his lower abdomen as she stepped toward the living area. Her coat hit the floor, followed by her top, and she turned in the middle of the room, wearing yoga pants and a black bra. Kyle paced toward her, heat rolling off him. As he reached her, she sank to her knees and parted her lips. “May I have a mint, sir?”

Kyle groaned and opened the package. She stuck her tongue out to accept the candy he offered, drawing it into her mouth. He held onto it for a minute, feeling the warmth of her mouth around his fingers, then he slipped them out and swiped her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “Your mouth looks so damn good glistening wet like that.”

Laney smirked and fluttered her eyelashes. “You say the nicest things,” she murmured, tugging at his belt buckle. She was eager to have him in her mouth, a curious fact that she didn’t want to explore right at that moment. Or ever. She breathed in and out, steadying her nerves.

Kyle groaned as Laney slipped her hand into his open jeans and wrapped her cool fingers around his straining cock. His ass flexed on its own when she slid her hand up and down the shaft, and he barely kept his hips from thrusting into her face. He had loved her mouth on him the other day, and wanted more. He stroked her hair, resisting the urge to wrap his fist around her ponytail. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he said with a growl.

She shook her head. “This isn’t a prelude to anything. I saw that tin and all I could think of was making you finish in my mouth.”

He twitched against her hand. That was the only part of him that wasn’t speechless.

“I’ve never done that with anyone, you know.”

That low confession tore him to pieces. For all her bravado, Laney was still that same sweet girl he used to know, and he wasn’t sure they were doing the right thing, in this moment or in general. Worse than that was he didn’t care enough to stop. Her pink lips parted in anticipation and he stroked her cheek, first with his fingers, then more firmly with his thumb, encouraging her to open. Her eyes widened for a second, and he worried he was being too crude, but then they sparked with wicked delight, and she darted her tongue out and around the head of his shaft.

She didn’t take him into her mouth right away, and while he couldn’t contain the odd groan or cock twitch, he let her set the pace. This was her gift, and he appreciated any variation she might offer. She licked, breathed, and nuzzled his sex. She wasn’t teasing or playing a game. She was exploring his body, figuring out exactly what he liked. It was a level of intimacy he’d only ever had with her, and as he stared down at this amazing, one-of-a-kind woman, he feared he might never find it again.

She pushed his hands into her hair, encouraging him to show her what pace he wanted as she took more of his length into her mouth, and any worry was pushed out of his brain as she swirled her magic minty tongue along his shaft. It was hot and cold at the same time, and he couldn’t stop his hips from jerking forward. His eyes rolled back in his head and he gave himself over to the soft, rocking sensations. The coordination of hand and mouth was tentative at first, then bolder. She wobbled her head back and forth, in an alternating pattern to her soft hand sliding around the base of him. Jesus. She was hitting all of his buttons, particularly one big button on the underside of his swollen head—which, goddamn it, her tongue just swirled over. He jerked his hips and she hummed her pride around his cock. He pried his eyes open and gazed down at her. Shit, she looks so fucking pleased with herself. As she should.

“I’m close, sweet—uhhhhhh—so close...”

She maintained a steady rhythm, her cheeks hollowing ever so slightly as she worked him toward his release. He was afraid his knees might buckle, but she shook her head when he tapped her shoulder. She wanted this, and heaven help him, so did he, even if it felled him.

“Fuuuu—uhhhh—Laney. Oh. Here it comes. Fuck!” He exploded in her mouth, and all around her, his body crumpling forward, and oh yeah, there went his knees. She eased him to the floor in front of her and he wove his fingers into her hair, burying her face in his heaving chest. He was dazed, overwhelmed in the aftermath of a spectacular blow job. He should probably tell her just how good it was, although his physical reaction pretty much gave that away. “Wow. I knew I liked your mouth, but...wow.”

She climbed into his lap, careful to avoid pressing on his well-used centre. She glowed with satisfaction. “That was fun.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded.

“Give me a minute, and I’m going to return the favour.”

“Oh, no. You don’t have—”

“Okay, first of all? I want to. Want. To. More than you can know.”

A notched eyebrow made him laugh. “Okay, maybe you know. Making you come undone...” he mouthed the side of her neck, “...watching you climax...” he moved to the pulse point at the base of her neck as she shivered, “...licking you into unconsciousness—”

“Hey, what?” Laney pulled herself up tall, as tall as she could get while sitting on a half-naked man. “That sounds more traumatizing than hot.”

“Crap, and I was on a roll. Pass me an Altoid and I’ll put my tongue to better use.” He waggled his eyebrow at her and she laughed, but then he growled and she leapt for the tin.

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