Chapter 25 #2
“Wanna feel you too,” I said against his lips, already reaching for his fly.
I was definitely deluding myself believing I was any better at that, but I was also willing to put in the work to get better.
I’d just gotten his fly open and the elastic of his briefs pulled far enough down to free his cock when the tinkling of a bell behind me shattered my perfect bubble.
We immediately released each other and locked eyes.
“Marc? Are you in here?” a young woman asked. Her voice sounded vaguely familiar, which was worse than if it had been a complete stranger.
Without bothering to think, I hopped—more like catapulted—off the countertop and ducked underneath, dick hanging out and all.
Unfortunately, JD did not follow my lead.
Instead, that motherfucker stepped closer to the counter and greeted the woman.
All while his dick was hanging out as well, I might add.
Not that she could tell, thanks to how high the counter was, which was also why I could hide beneath it.
“Morning, ma’am. I’m afraid we’re not actually open yet,” JD said, oozing charm like it was his job. And though my heart thrilled to hear him say “we”, I would have preferred him to tell her to get out of the store yesterday.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t come in for flowers, though I’m sure they’re lovely.”
What the hell was he doing? Why hadn’t he made her turn around and get?
I eyed his cock hanging free of his shorts.
Maybe he needed some encouragement. As quietly as I could manage, I shuffled closer and took his flagging erection in hand.
To my disappointment, he didn’t so much as twitch beyond his dick plumping back up at my touch. We’d just see about that.
“Was there something I could help you with?” JD asked above me.
“I was looking for Marc Weathers.”
“Sorry, he’s not available.”
She released a delicate huff. “Are you sure? I could have sworn I saw him.”
“You might have, but he has his hands full right now.” I could hear the laughter in JD’s cheeky response. Asshole thought he was funny. I’d like to see him keep his cool when I turned things up a few degrees.
Feeling especially wicked, I licked the tip of his dick much like I would a lollipop. When that didn’t produce a reaction either, I obstinately sucked on the flared head. And promptly choked. Above me, JD loudly cleared his throat.
“Did you hear something?” the woman asked.
He coughed again for good measure. Asshole. “Frog in my throat. I’m sorry you missed him.”
“Well, darn. I guess I’ll have to try to catch him another time.”
Eager to get back to what we were doing with this added layer to explore, I released his dick and cocked my head to listen for her retreat. Should have known it was too good to be true.
“Why were you looking for him?” JD asked, leaning against the counter and causing his exposed dick to jut into my face.
“Oh! I, um, my mama, Anna May, said that he was back in town and I was hopin’ we could catch up.”
Son of a biscuit. Of all the people to randomly walk into the flower shop, it would have to be Margaret May. Jesus, would I never outrun this woman?
“Yeah? How do you know Marc?”
I stared through the counter at where JD’s face would be.
Was he for real right now? Fine, I’d just have to give him a reason to get rid of her.
Besides, it wasn’t like I hadn’t been wanting to taste him.
Resolving not to choke this time, I started small, taking hold of the base of his cock and gently licking up the full length of his shaft.
When his dick jumped in my hand, I took that as a good sign and did it again.
“Oh, we go way back. Marc and his sister used to spend all of their summers here,” Margaret said energetically.
“I’ve heard,” JD replied, smooth as silk, which wasn’t that far off from the surprisingly velvety texture of his dick on my tongue.
“Ah. So you know.”
I momentarily forgot myself and almost stood up, thumping my head on the underside of the cabinet. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“What was that?” Margaret asked, clearly startled.
“Nothing,” JD quickly covered. “Just knocked my knee against the counter.” I was fit to be tied when suddenly he slipped his hand beneath the counter, carefully seeking out my head, until he could gently hard his fingers through my hair.
Conveniently, right where I’d happened to bump it. Damn this man.
I wasn’t sure if it was retaliation or reward when I slowly took his length into my mouth.
There was a lot of him and I had no ambitions of giving his dick the same treatment that he’d given mine, but it didn’t diminish my curiosity.
I was mindful this time to stop well short of my throat, before sliding off him.
As I took him back inside, a burst of precum exploded on my tongue, taking me off guard.
That fucking liar. There wasn’t anything remotely sweet about that.
It might as well be saltwater. He was damn lucky I liked saltwater, liar face.
“I’m sorry, you were saying,” JD prompted her. For half a second I might have actually considered biting him, but that was a level of cruelty beyond me.
“Right, anyways. I know Alex is off doing… Alex things.”
The dismissive way she talked about my sister had a growl rolling out of my throat before I could call it back.
JD’s fingers immediately tightened in my hair, and I struggled to get myself back under control.
Easiest way to do that was to focus on what was right in front of me, which was currently JD’s dick in my mouth.
I returned to bobbing my head, getting lost in the textures and movement.
Each subtle flex of JD’s fingers in my hair.
Every fresh burst of saltiness on my tongue.