Chapter 15
Fifteen
Zach
It’s taking me far too long to fall asleep for as dog tired as I was when I got home.
That was, right up until I got the best goddamn blow job of my entire life.
Louise on her knees in front of me, those big green eyes peering up at me, mouth stuffed full of my dick while she sucked me off…
It was the hottest fucking sight I’ve ever seen.
That, coupled with the fact that I haven’t gotten laid—let alone had a blow job like that—in years, I was surprised I’d lasted as long as I had.
Which was admittedly an embarrassingly short amount of time.
Louise hadn’t seemed disappointed, though.
The little witch had simply sat back on her heels, licked her lips, and smiled up at me like the damn cheshire cat. She looked so pleased with herself. And the whole while I was fighting for my goddamn life. Chest still heaving. Heart pounding. Head light in that post-orgasm high.
“I thought I told you not to make it too easy for me, big guy?” she’d whispered up at me, her voice husky and scratchy from her throat being fucked, the sound so sexy and filthy.
“Jesus Christ, Lou,” I’d laughed, still fighting to steady my rapid heartbeat and staggered breathing. “Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” She’d opened her mouth to respond, but I’d clamped a hand over her mouth quickly. “Don’t. I don’t want to know.”
She’d laughed behind my hand, those green eyes dancing up at me.
A jolt of jealousy pierces me straight through the chest all over again when I think about where Lou had learned how to do that so well. Who the fuck else had she done that for? I hate the thought of that mouth on any other man. Like, I hate it a lot.
Which is ridiculous. I have absolutely zero right to be even one iota jealous or want to rip any other man to shreds that might be on the receiving end of a blowjob from her.
I’d helped her to her feet, a perverse coal of pride burning bright in my chest at the sight of the red marks on her knees from kneeling on the hard floor in front of me while she’d taken every inch of my cock down her pretty throat.
I want to do it again. And again.
But, I remind myself that what happened tonight needs to remain a one-time only thing.
At the very least until this divorce is finalized and Britt has no wiggle room to try and manipulate the courts into taking the girls away from me.
I felt like an ass as I’d watched her tuck herself back into the corner of the couch. I’d offered her my bed, which she’d adamantly refused, saying I would need the rest more than she did.
Now, laying in bed, hands stacked behind my head, I resolve to keep my hands to myself.
For now.