Chapter 26 Blowjob Privileges
blowjob privileges
Sariah
“Of every single thing that gets your time or attention.”
Okay then.
I can’t stop the grin that plays on my lips.
I can’t stop my heart from soaring in my chest.
I can’t stop falling more and more in love with the man who lays his heart out there like it’s safe in my hands.
“Love you, Ci.”
He rounds the kitchen island, cups my face in both hands, and drops his forehead to mine.
“Thank you for coming back to me, Angel. I wouldn’t know what love is if it weren’t for you.” His lips drop to mine, and he groans. Pulling back, he adds, “I swear this mouth is its own chastity belt. When this comes off, all bets are off.”
I laugh. He drops his forehead back to mine, his gaze boring into me. “Absolute agony not being able to kiss you, not being able to taste you. Fucking torture.”
“Same, love. How long do we have to wait?”
“Two weeks, maybe three for the wires. Implants are after that. If I can quit messing with it, I might not need surgery. And since I’ve seen the inside of a hospital two times more than I wanted in the last three weeks, I’m good skipping another encounter.”
I set a finger to his lips. “Then shhhh. The sooner you heal, the sooner we get to…” What? Play? That’s right and that’s wrong. Fuck? It’s more than that. “The sooner we get to be us again.”
He mimes twisting a key and throwing away the lock.
Cian: If I could, I would eat you and touch you. I would taste you. Everywhere. Make you come on my fingers and lips and tongue. I’d give you me and let you give yourself to me. Over and over again.
Cian: When I can, I’ll wear you out and let you wear me out.
Cian: Now, if you’ll excuse me.
He wanders away down the hallway nearest the story-and-a-half cathedral-style windows that make up the back wall of the house.
I slide off my stool and follow him.
I find him in his bathroom, fists to the counter, head down and eyes closed.
Without a word, I turn his torso so that he faces me and sink to my knees before him. Looking up at him, I lower his joggers and briefs to his calves and take him in my palm. I lean in, flatten my tongue, and lick him from the root of his proud cock to the bulbous tip, swirling my tongue there.
“I’ve never done this with anyone but you, so it’s been a while. Help me if I do it wrong?”
His pupils dilate in a way I’ve never seen, and his head drops back as I take him into my mouth, adjusting around his girth, and finding a slow, shallow rhythm.
“Sariah.” My name is gritted from his lips.
I look up and put a finger to my lips beside his cock and attempt to shush him.
“Fuck.” His abs contract and his chin stretches for the ceiling as I palm his balls, massaging his sac.
I can tell he wants to take control, to slide harder and deeper, but I stay shallow until his eyes meet mine. When I see the look on his face—the desperation mixed with desire—I open my throat and swallow him down, pulling out in long languid strokes before sucking him deep past my tongue.
He reaches for my face, stroking a thumb from the beauty mark outside my right eye to under my jaw. He groans and tries to swivel his hips when I take a fingernail to trace the curve of his balls while swallowing deeply.
The sounds he makes are animalistic and raw. When we were young, we were always trying to be quiet. It was rare to hear him let go. But now, hearing it, my hips undulate, and wetness slickens my opening.
I release the heaviness between his legs, place both hands to his ass cheeks and pull him deep until I’m close to choking. I’m so into it, I don’t realize my eyes have closed and I’m bobbing as if there’s a prize to win at the end.
He stills and I pause, looking straight into his eyes as he taps my cheek, attempting to pull back. I smile around his dick and suck with all I have, swallowing harshly as he grunts and spills down my throat.
I let go of his ass, tracing one hand over that deep V at his pelvis and toward his proud length.
A shiver runs through him and goose bumps rise along his flesh.
I bob two more languid times, swirling my tongue around his head, cleaning him up.
When I rise from my knees, I place a kiss right between his pecs before he crushes me to his chest. Sound moves in his chest, but he says nothing.
He pulls back to hold my gaze and opens his lips to speak.
“If you say one word, Cian, and delay us getting back to each other, I’ll only do that on birthdays from here on out.”
I spin on a socked heel and head toward the kitchen, leaving the man I just pleasured with everything in me in nearly the same position as he was when I arrived.
Cian
Sex in college was good. We were adventurous, and both of us were willing to play. Our bodies were built for exploration and neither of us were so experienced that we required something a specific way.
I’d only had a handful of lovers, and only one long-ish term, by the time I met Sariah.
And I was her first. I took that for the honor it was and didn’t push, but when she wanted to explore, I was happy to be her willing partner.
But just now was… That wasn’t kids trying to figure each other out or get and give in pursuit of something larger.
That was pleasure for the sake of giving.
For the sake of intimacy.
For the sake of pleasure itself.
And it was the best I’ve ever experienced.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror before I close my eyes on the mangled man before me.
Instead, I commit the look on her face to memory.
The passion with which she pulled off me only to suck me in deeper.
The hunger in her eyes as she swallowed.
The flush in her hollowed-out cheeks. The way her eyes dilated as if she were trying to control her own orgasm when I exploded in absolutely brutal bliss.
If that’s what’s waiting for me on the other side of recuperation, I won’t say another word until the maxillofacial specialist removes everything from my mouth.
I clean up what little there is left—she treated my cock like an expensive ice cream cone on a summer’s day, savoring each drop—before tucking myself away in my underwear and joggers. My cock is still semi-hard just thinking of Sariah on her knees.
I exit the bathroom in an effort to not lose the day with her while she’s still here.
Me: Note to self: sexting makes Sariah off-the-charts horny.
Me: Note to self: do that every damn day.
The giggle that comes from the other side of the island is so incongruent with the woman releasing it. The strong survivor, the sultry siren, and the shrewd tester-turned-hacker just let a light-hearted laugh slip through her facade.
Me: Note to self: pay back that killer orgasm.
Her smile widens as her fingers fly across her keyboard.
Seriously? She just sucked me off like a porn star and then sat down to hack a site. I don’t know whether to be frustrated or impressed.
She pauses, picks up her phone, and lets her finger fly over the screen.
Angel: 696969 {winky face}
On its heels comes a request to share a note that’s password protected. I enter the dream combo and find a memo labeled Note to Self with bullet points.
My first three are there but so is Make Cian strain his neck muscles like that while I suck him deep.
I growl. Literally growl.
Angel: Nuh uh uh. The jaw, remember?
I flip to the shared note and add: Spank her sexy ass for this teasing.
If this keeps up, I’ll be hard again.
I wander to my office and unplug my laptop, hauling it back to the island next to her.
Me: How do you take your coffee?
Angel: With honey and a splash of cream.
I open my laptop and while it boots, I pour her a mug of coffee just as she prefers and pour myself a black one. I clink mine to hers when she lifts it.
Then we work.
Eleanor naps.
I register Phoenix Consulting as an LLC and shoot off a message to my attorney on the need for the S Corp. I also purchase the web address and search through my emails for who hosts and who developed the Murphy Enterprises site and begin that process too.
Me: How bad do you hate me?
Ayla: I’m ass deep in your books and hating everything.
Me: So it’s not just me?
Ayla: I may need coffee for life.
Me: I thought Christian had that covered.
Ayla: He never asked me to do accounting.
I can hear the petulant tone of voice in her typed words and would laugh if I wouldn’t lose blowjob privileges.
Me: Free dog sitting?
Ayla: Bro, you walked right into that. I hear in a month he’ll be a velociraptor. He’s yours then.
Great. She absolutely ambushed me and I fell for it.
Me: You take pride in preying on the weak and sickly?
Ayla: Shut up. Unless you’re on anesthesia, you’re one of the strongest men I know.
Me: Do I want to know?
Ayla: I’m trying to bleach my brain, so you’re on your own with that…
I switch threads.
Me: How bad was I on anesthesia?
Angel: Let’s just say it was eye-opening.
I put my face in both my hands. I’d be embarrassed, but… No, I’m still embarrassed.
By half past two, I’m concerned. She hasn’t moved, aside from her fingers flying over the keys. No break time to stretch or walk around or even refill her water bottle.
“What’s going o—”
The look on her face is abject terror.