Chapter 30
The Reilly Curse
JAMIE
“No?” For a moment, my stomach seized. No? Was she not okay with what we’d just done?
Of course she wasn’t. We’d had sex—of a kind—behind a fucking tree in a lobby.
Sarah’s pussy had been so delicious, her orgasm quite literally spurting into my mouth. I was consumed with her. But I wanted to take care of her too. I wanted to do everything right.
Too late.
I shoved that thought aside. I wouldn’t let anything taint this magical night. Not this one. I would carry Sarah back to her room if that was what she needed. Stand guard by her door.
I still wanted her, of course. So badly I felt slightly unhinged.
Feral. But I’d do whatever she wanted me to, and I’d survive.
I’d survived this long wanting her without ever imagining I’d get to have her.
It would be the hardest thing I’d ever done now that I’d gotten a taste, and now that I knew how beautifully she came, how responsive she was to my touch.
But a smile curved at the corner of Sarah’s lips, along with a naughty flicker in her eyes. She whispered in my ear, “No, I don’t want to go. I want it here.”
My dick, already strained, ached painfully as it grew even harder.
I groaned, kissing her neck, tonguing the shell of her ear like I had her gorgeous pussy a moment ago.
Could I die from a too-hard cock? If I didn’t, I was going to come like this, with my tongue in her ear, her hands sliding down my front to my belt.
“I don’t have a condom,” I said.
“When was your last STI test?”
She wanted me bare. The thought of feeling her with nothing between us nearly made me come in my pants. Which was a real risk considering I’d already done it.
“I got tested three years ago,” I said. “After the last time I was with someone.”
She blinked, her surprise at my admission of not having had sex for that long clear. But she didn’t ask. Good, because I couldn’t tell her I couldn’t stomach even thinking about sleeping with anyone but her. It wasn’t normal.
“Well, my last test was clear too.”
I didn’t ask her when she’d gotten it done. I didn’t want to know.
“I got a vasectomy years ago,” I said. “But we can pick up some condoms—”
She shook her head. “I can’t get pregnant anyway, remember?” She pressed her pelvis against mine, and the thought of her sliding her wet pussy against my dick momentarily distracted me. Pleasure rolled from my cock until she pulled back again.
Only then did I pause at her words.
She’d told me the chances of her getting pregnant were low. But they weren’t zero. And getting pregnant was only one way to have a child. She told me she was happy without them, but… what if she changed her mind?
Calm the fuck down, Reilly. This was a good time at a work conference, that was all. I’d done it before. But the thought of this being only a good time… it made me feel hollow.
“Jamie, don’t overthink this,” she said, reading my mind. “Don’t do it, or else I will, too. It’s just this weekend. We’re away from home. It doesn’t count.”
The words stung. They shouldn’t have, because she was right. I needed to shut off my brain. I might have to accelerate my plans of living out my life like a hermit after this just to keep from chasing her down, but I wanted this. I needed this.
I needed her.
Sarah looped her arms around my neck, her mouth reaching mine, greedy now. Would she be as greedy for my cock sliding down her throat?
Only one way to find out.
“You’re very persuasive,” I said against her lips.
She grinned.
“But we still can’t do it here.”
“Why not?” Sarah pouted. “We just did.”
The doors opened again, and several people whooped.
Sarah ground against my cock again.
“You’re killing me,” I groaned. I loved how turned on she was by doing this in public. So was I—knowing those assholes could have turned at any second and seen my face buried between her legs—and heard the sounds she made as I made her come? It was hot as hell.
“You don’t want to fuck me standing up?” She nibbled my chin, persistent.
“It’s not that.” I kneaded her ass hard with my hands, pulling her onto my cock again.
“Then what is it?”
This was the tricky part. I couldn’t just whip my dick out.
I’d heard it said that some men my size had dicks that didn’t match.
Mine did.
It was the Reilly curse; one I’d had to delicately tell my son about once he was of age.
It scared most women.
I usually liked talking about it first—giving them an out, but also sparing me the embarrassment of having to put it away.
I wasn’t going to last talking to Sarah about my cock, though. Plus—a lick of fire flickered in me—I wanted her to see.
So I gritted my teeth and unbuckled my pants. Without any fanfare at all, I reached into my shorts and pulled out my oversized member.
Sarah’s eyes went wide.
“That’s why, baby,” I whispered. “I need to warm you up first.” I knew she could take three fingers. Four would be better. “I understand if you don’t want to.”
But Sarah put a single finger on my lips. “Shh.”
Then she slid down the wall, settling into a crouch. She wrapped her hands as best she could around my shaft, and without hesitation, took me into the slick, warm heat of her mouth.
I sucked in a long breath and tipped my head backward, pleasure rocking through me.
It’d been a long, long time since I’d had my cock in a woman’s mouth.
I’d almost forgotten how it felt. Though I swore it never felt this good before.
Not by a fucking mile. I pressed my forearms against the wall, lowering myself down for her.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
She didn’t respond. She couldn’t respond with her mouth stuffed with my cock.
But she nodded, that devious smile in her eyes.
I relaxed, allowing myself to take in how incredible she looked with those cherry lips wrapped around me.
Her jaw was open so wide there were dips in her cheeks.
I thrust slowly, not wanting to choke her.
But she went after me like I was a challenge. Only partway into her mouth, I hit the back of her throat.
Sarah gagged and I tensed, but she pulled off me, her eyelids fluttering. “More.” She wrapped both hands around my base, licking her lips.
“Christ,” I rasped. “You’re hungry for this cock, aren’t you?”
She nodded, her assent muffled as I thrust deeper, fucking her face now.
She liked my dick. It didn’t scare her; it turned her on.
This, on top of her being… her? I didn’t deserve this.
Any of it. But all thoughts of anything but the sensation of her lapping up my cock vanished with my next thrust. Pleasure rippled through me as I drove my fat head down her throat.
“You look good sucking my cock, Sarah. So fucking good.” Her tits swayed as she moved. “Can you take more, sweetheart?”
She nodded eagerly. I gave her another inch. I still wasn’t anywhere near all the way in, but it was incredible anyway.
Voices were headed our way, a bigger group this time. I peered over my shoulder, but couldn’t see anything but the tree. More men, it sounded like, guffawing. Drunk. If only they knew what was happening right beside them.
Sarah whimpered around my shaft, grasping my ass.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I rasped, whispering now.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she let out a muffled moan.
She liked praise. Unfortunately, I knew that from before.
She’d blush when I told her she’d done a good job in the office.
Before the wine bar, I’d maybe told her a little too much, dreaming of a situation just like this in my weakest moments.
The guys next to us kept talking. We were more hidden on this side of the tree, and part of me wished we were in their line of sight, loving that risk. I wanted everyone to know how lucky I was. The other part wanted Sarah all to myself.
I dipped deeper into her on my next thrust; so deep this time that her eyes watered as she gagged. “Good fucking girl, taking that cock,” I whispered. “Now, keep your eyes on me while I fuck your face.”
She moaned through her stuffed mouth. But picking up speed—and her working her hands now too—nearly put me over the edge. I felt myself tightening as I pumped my dick into her.
“Fuck.” I pulled out at the last minute, my chest heaving. A string of saliva slung between the tip of my cock and her bottom lip, and that almost made me unload right there.
It was all too close. And now that I knew she wanted it too, I didn’t want this night to end without at least attempting to sink my cock into that perfect pussy.
I brought her to her feet. “Okay, baby girl. Now I have to fuck you.”