Chapter 15
DANIEL
Iwoke up before my alarm on Wednesday, Sophie’s shoulder digging into my thigh and her tongue dragging a hot stripe up the length of my cock.
Groaning, I covered my eyes with my forearm and gently petted my other hand against the top of her sleep-tangled hair.
She took me into her mouth and sucked hard enough that my eyes rolled back.
It took her no time at all to get me off, and she swallowed me down even faster.
After my balls emptied, she wiggled her way out from between my legs—naked—and padded into the shower.
“That was mean!” I shouted after her, rolling onto my side to watch her go.
She flung a sexy look over her shoulder at me. “It didn’t feel mean.”
“It’s mean because I’m useless for at least another half hour, and all I want to do is follow you into the shower and fuck you.”
She chuckled at me from the en suite and turned on the shower, stepping into the tub and pulling the curtain closed behind her.
Still feeling the aftershocks of her wake-up call, I grabbed my phone and turned off my alarm, then checked my calendar for the day.
I had a few sales calls in the morning, and I was supposed to leave work a little early to meet Sophie in Santa Monica for a cake tasting.
I also had a reminder set to text Finn to make sure we were still on for our date.
We hadn’t seen him since Saturday when he left, and I wasn’t sure if Sophie and he had talked or not, but I certainly hadn’t heard from him. Not that I needed a reminder to call him. I hadn’t stopped thinking about him, but it was more a kick in the ass to actually do something about it.
The water turned off in the bathroom and the shower curtain hooks rattled as Sophie shoved the curtain open.
I set my phone face down on my chest, turning my attention to my very naked almost-wife.
She ignored me while she dried off and barely paid me any attention as she unwrapped the cord from her blow dryer.
By the time her skin and her hair had dried, I was hard again and close to desperate for her.
“Come back to bed,” I begged, reaching for her with spread fingers.
Sophie smirked at me, stare roaming over my bare chest and my hard cock, still shiny with her spit.
“I have a meeting this morning with a consultant,” she said, taking longer than I imagined necessary at the closet.
I took advantage of the time to study the slope of her hips and the swell of her thighs.
When she bent over to step into her underwear, I licked my lips at the sight of her pussy lips peeking out.
“Sophie.”
She turned toward me, black thong and matching bra fitted into place, with her hands braced on her hips.
“You’re mean,” I complained, stroking my shaft to show her how much I wanted her. “Come back to bed and at least let me eat you.”
“I’ve done my hair.”
“I won’t mess it up.”
“Sounds boring.”
“You can’t have it both ways—”
She cut me off, brow arched. “Can’t I?”
I thought about Finn again, about the way he’d spread my fiancé out on our dining room table and made a fucking meal of her while I slept. A bead of precum pulsed out of my slit, and Sophie bit her bottom lip.
“Of course you can, but if you’re short on time…”
Sophie closed the space between us and snatched my phone off my chest to check the time.
There must have been enough because she tossed it onto her empty pillow and then climbed on top of me, one knee on either side of my head.
She tugged her panties to the side and hovered over my mouth, staring down at me knowing she held all the control over me in that moment.
In most moments.
In most things.
“Go on, then,” she said dismissively, like she was doing me a favor.
I grabbed her around the waist and yanked her down so her weight was on me, and I shoved my tongue into her wet center. She loosed a low moan, head falling back as I scooped the arousal out of her and onto my tongue.
I wouldn’t put it past her to cut me off before she finished, so I didn’t waste time, moving from sucking her lips to sucking her clit.
Her little moans turned shaky, and it was mere seconds before she started to ride my face.
Her arousal smeared across my cheeks and my chin, and she grabbed the headboard with a strangled cry of pleasure.
Heat flooded my mouth, and I lapped up all of her cum with a rumbling grunt of interest.
She stayed on top of me to recover, and I would have died a happy man like that, with a hard cock and a throat full of cum.
But far too soon, she climbed off of me and made a show of sliding her lace panties back into place.
The material was barely wide enough between her legs to cover her swollen cunt, and I rolled onto my side and cupped her pussy in my hand.
Sophie tangled her fingers into my hair and pulled my head back, giving me a drunk kind of smile.
“What do you say, Daniel?”
A shiver rolled up my spine. “Thank you, Sophie.”
She hummed and bent down, brushed her lips across mine. “Thank you.”
And she went back to the closet to get dressed.
She pulled out a pair of slim cut black slacks that barely reached her ankles and a white blouse.
She finished the outfit with a black and gold belt and a pair of black shoes that looked to me like slippers, but Sophie had assured me they were slides or loafers or something.
If she was dressed and on to makeup, that meant it was time for me to finally get out of bed, which I did with much less protest than normal.
I didn’t want to steam the mirrors up with my own shower while she did her makeup, so I went into the kitchen and made us both a coffee.
I brought both mugs into the bathroom and set hers down by her cell phone, then sat myself down on the closed toilet lid.
“You have the cake tasting on the calendar still?” she asked.
“I do.”
“What else is your day like?”
“Some boring sales calls before lunch.” We rolled our eyes at the same time. “And I think I’d like to talk to Finn today.”
Sophie didn’t even flinch. She flicked her wrist out to finish the wing on her eyeliner, gaze drifting to mine in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.
“Have you not?” she asked, twisting the cap closed and dropping the tube back into the drawer. “Since Saturday?”
Her response made me feel like I’d dropped a ball that she’d picked up and ran with. Ironic considering Finn and I at least had some history together, some conversations that needed to be had.
“I’ve not. Have you?”
She turned and rested her ass on the sink, bringing her coffee up for a drink. “I’m supposed to have lunch with him today.”
“A date?”
“Lunch,” she corrected.
“A date,” I said again, adjusting my phrasing.
“Sure. Maybe.”
“I don’t care, you know.” I stood and reached for her, setting my coffee down on the counter before boxing her in and burying my face into the crook of her neck, careful to not mess up her blown-out waves or the blend of her foundation. “That’s the point, right?”
“I think you’re probably supposed to care.”
“You know what I mean.”
Sophie’s mug clinked against the marble as she set it down beside mine, then her hands slipped around my waist and her fingers threaded together at the small of my back.
“I’m meeting him at twelve-thirty,” she said, dusting a kiss across my temple. “So don’t go interrupting my date with your phone call.”
I sank my teeth into the curve of her collarbone, which earned me a pinch in the ribs.
Sophie laughed and shoved me off of her, checking herself in the mirror once more before grabbing her coffee and heading for the living room.
I trailed behind her like the puppy we both knew I was, following her around for scraps and instruction.
“Tonight, we should talk about setting a date,” she said. “We’ll need a date to book the baker and the florist and all the rest of it.”
“The rest of it?” I gave her a dubious look. “I thought you wanted something small.”
“Small still needs planning. Small still needs a venue and an officiant.”
“I’d marry you right now,” I reminded her. “Right here.”
“I know.” She took my face in her hand, stroked her thumb across my cheek. “You deserve something better than that.”
“And you?”
She laughed and handed me her coffee mug. “I deserve whatever I want.”
A pool of heat that lived permanently in my stomach started to boil, and I nodded my agreement. “Yes, you do.”
She pulled my face toward hers and dusted a decidedly chaste kiss across my mouth, considering she’d woken me up with a blow job and then let me make her come after her shower. I kissed her back until she’d had enough, swallowing down my protest when she took a step away from me.
“I’ll see you at four?” she asked.
“See you at four.” I wiggled my hip, trying to adjust my erection, knowing she would watch the movement. “Have a nice lunch.”
“Have a nice shower.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I waved her off with my elbow since my hands were full with our coffee mugs. “Go to work.”
I took the mugs into the kitchen and rinsed them, then headed into the bathroom to shower.
I did pause as I stripped out of my underwear, debating the merits of getting myself off for a second time or ignoring my erection and driving myself mad with want all day.
There was also a part of me that worried even if I did come, I’d stay hard.
The threat of Sophie’s date with Finn was a very real and present thing in the forefront of my mind.
Not that their being together was a threat, but thinking about them certainly was.
I was very secure in my relationship with Sophie, but the thought of her being with other partners always got me going.
In the past, we’d talked about it sometimes…
after the fact. There’d been plenty of video calls where she’d told me about her night, and I’d touched myself the whole time.
Would she come home and tell me about Finn?
Not that I expected them to do anything dirty over lunch, but…
My mind was racing with possibilities, Finn’s soft plea to be more than a toy between us blaring like an airhorn in the back of my mind at all times.
Sometimes the things Sophie and I enjoyed in bed felt a lot like games.
How would Finn handle that? Would he want to participate or would it be too much for him?
There were so many unknowns with this dynamic we’d stumbled into and as I climbed into the shower alone, I told myself the only way to figure out what worked was to talk and to try.
In the end, I decided not to touch myself.
I took a normal shower, a little colder than usual, and waited under the spray until my dick settled into something that would fit into my pants without looking like I’d walked off the set of a porno.
By the time I got dressed, I was already running late for work, but I managed to make up some of the time by taking a shortcut out the back of our neighborhood instead of heading for the freeway.
I was at my desk dialing into my first call of the day when the text message from Finn came through.
Finn
Do you want to get dinner tomorrow?
Just me and you.
I think we should talk.
Fuck.
He’d beaten me to it.