Chapter 08 MARLO
The mix of Lennix’s musky flavor and mine coat my waiting tongue and throat as I swallow us down.
We’re fucking yummy together.
Unfolding myself, I tuck away my cock and pop up to my feet like I wasn’t just run over by a freight train of an orgasm.
Giving head always gets me off.
“What … just happened?“
Lennix asks, his voice all raspy and sexy.
“Aw. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
Chuckling, I meet his bewildered look with a grin and note that his hand had migrated back to his reinflating dick. Bet he doesn’t even know that he’s pinching it, he looks that fucking dazed.
I guess dancing for a living really can pay off.
But now that I’ve sucked the life out of him, I really need to get us out of here so we can lock up and leave Sadie in good standing with the owners.
“Did you really just jerk off into your own mouth?”
I snort. I can’t help it. “What can I say? It was easy cleanup.”
Shrugging like it’s no big deal that I just folded myself in half to come when I could have easily found paper towels or something to wipe up any mess, I walk over to the bag I brought with me.
It’s silent for a moment and then, “Marlo.”
He’s right behind me, close enough that I swear I feel the tickle of his breath on my neck. “Yessum?”
“I could have—”
I glance at him over my shoulder when he cuts himself off. “But would you have?”
His shoulders rise with an inhale, one that looks deep, and he nods. “I would have.”
It’s cute that he thinks so but judging by the way we started out this endeavor, I would almost bet my Saturday night tips that the second he laid eyes on my tip, panic would have ensued.
It’s fine. It’s all fun.
And he gets to walk away from this with the BJ worthy of memory space. Maybe even spank bank shit.
I’m good. It’s good.
“Then let—can I … fuck.”
Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I turn to him fully. “Take a deep breath.”
He does. Then pushes up those slutty little fucking glasses.
“Can I at least have your number?”
God, he’s so adorable. Looking like he’s nearing cardiac arrest from just that simple question and I pat his chest.
“Baby, if you can find me, I’ll give you all ten.”
With a grin, I smack a noisy kiss to his rosy cheek, and spin on my heels toward the exit.
He follows me, making sure the door is locked behind us.
“I will, Marlo,“
he calls after me.
Smirking to myself, I don’t bother looking behind me as I walk away on light feet.
“I know you will.”