Chapter 13
Cecilia
Blake settles onto the bed, motioning for me to join him. I’m ready, but I stand beside the bed, staring at his cock, wondering how good it would feel to sit on.
Although we’ve made unexpected headway, I’m not sure if they’re ready to go all out and try everything. If it’s up to me, I’m a quick learner when it comes to things I care about.
“You have to complete the lesson before you get the bonus assignment.” Blake reaches for my hand as if reading my mind. “It might be easier to step over me then lower yourself onto my face.”
I stand on the bed and plant one foot on either side of his head.
“Hold on. No kissing?” Lennox cautions, “I might have to dock points for skipping foreplay.”
“You didn’t see the feral look she was giving my cock.” Blake pretends to be serious.
Also, he’s not wrong. The thought of being stuffed full of his thick shaft makes it difficult for me to breathe.
Lennox looks up at me. “Is that true, are you trying to skip ahead, Miss…” I don’t understand the pause until it hits me that he doesn’t know my last name. “Ackerman.”
Is that a guess? I’m confused until Blake stops laughing long enough to say, “Giving her your name?”
I smile. “Seems I’m not the only one skipping ahead.”
“You won’t be using your last name for long. Might as well get used to mine.”
I can’t help but laugh. I could call him presumptuous, but why take away from how much I think I’d like that. “And by the way, did you figure out what STFUALMPLAGB means?”
Lennox shakes his head. Blake laughs.
“Shut the fuck up and lick my pussy like a good boy.”
“Fuck!” Lennox says, fisting his cock. “You can’t—”
“We forgot the cinnamon roll,” Blake says from out of nowhere.
“The roll’s going to have to wait.” Lennox notices my confusion. “We stopped at the diner. Bev wouldn’t give us your address, but she did give us a cinnamon—”
A phone rings and switches to the voice ID. “Call from Henry.”
We all stare at Lennox’s pants piled on the floor. “Call from Henry.”
While we’re being feisty, I run with it. “Why don’t you be a good boy and answer that.”
“Not right now.” His voice is strained.
I look over my shoulder at Blake’s fat cock. “Answer it on speaker phone or this becomes a lesson in cock-sitting.”
“I’m good either way,” Blake blurts out.
Lennox hesitates.
It hits me that what I’m asking is really wrong. That maybe I am doing this for revenge. Maybe not entirely, but the tiny part of me that wants to get back at Henry is tangled with the part of me that sees a future with these guys.
Lennox wants a relationship with Henry, but I don’t know how well that will go over if he gives me his last name. Something for all of us to get used to.
I take a step backward, committing to my threat.
“Call from Henry,” the phone continues.
“Stop.” Lennox squats, grabs his pants, and fishes his phone out of his pocket. “What is this, Cecilia?”
I kneel over Blake’s neck, not letting him lick me just yet, and pat the space beside us. “You’re going to talk to Henry while I play with your cock.”
“Cecilia.” His finger hovers over the phone screen.
“And while I come,” I add.
“He’s been a real jerk, but…” He sits on the bed beside us. “Stay quiet.” He taps the screen and the speakerphone button. “Hello.”
“Hey… uh… Lennox. This is Henry.”
At least the jerk sounds remorseful. I take that as my cue to shift my sex onto Blake’s mouth.
I gasp and fall forward into the wall. Lennox elbows my leg and shoots me a look.
I mouth, “Okay.” But good god! The warmth of his tongue. The pressure. The little sucks. I wasn’t ready for that.
“Thanks for calling.” Lennox raises a finger to his lips. “Does this mean you’re willing to meet? I could take you out to dinner.”
“We’ll see. My life’s a shitshow lately. I shouldn’t have been so rude to you.”
I tap the tip of his cock, drawing the bead of pre-cum into a sticky string.
“You had no reason to trust me. I get it. Sometimes life throws curveballs and sometimes life wings them straight at you.”
Swirling my finger around his tip, I bring it to my mouth and suck his salty musk.
“You have no idea.” Henry’s never sounded this beat.
“Pick somewhere to meet or we can have food delivered. Let’s talk it through.” Lennox tries desperately to make this conversation happen another time.
The phone stays silent for a moment before Henry says, “I’m not ready for that.”
“Okay. Where do you want to start?”
I point to my sex and give a thumbs-up. Lennox holds back a laugh.
“Small towns are the fucking worst. I actually need an outsider to talk to.”
Lennox forces his gaze across the room. “About what?”
My attempt to toy with his cock is a lot harder than anticipated. Trying to not suffocate Blake when all I want to do is sink into him requires a lot of attention. I settle for letting my fingers explore Lennox’s shaft as best as possible.
“I kind of fucked up.”
The spike of fear racing through me is paralleled in Lennox’s eyes and the pause in Blake’s god-like tongue movements.
“We all do at one point or another.” Lennox takes a deep breath. “Are you sure you don’t want to meet to talk about this?”
“You seem legit, but I’m not ready to have you over yet, and we can’t talk about this in town.”
“Okay.” Lennox’s head falls against the wall.
I’m not sure if it’s agony over the very interesting turn this phone call is taking, or if it’s because I tickled his balls.
“There’s this chick. I really like her, but I pissed her off.”
Lennox mouths, “Fuck.”
I wish I could care. Henry’s his son, but if he’d been less of a jerk, none of us would be in this position. Grinding on Blake’s face, I make my position clear. Henry should have thought about how hurt I would be before he cheated.
“I don’t know that I’m the best one to come to for relationship advice.”
Resting a hand on Lennox’s shoulder, I lean over and claim his lips. He’s definitely who I choose for relationship advice.
Lennox holds the phone away.
My mouth and my sex are consumed in a way I never imagined. It feels so right. So unlike how I felt when I was with Henry—the kissing part, anyway. We never got to the other skill. He better not fuck this up for me.
And yet, I’d feel like a jerk if I ruined Lennox’s chance to have a relationship with his son. Maybe Henry wouldn’t be such a selfish ass if he had a father figure. Or since his dad is in bed with me, maybe it wouldn’t have mattered.
Henry says, “If you hadn’t popped up on the DNA website, I would have kept believing my mom’s story. But if you didn’t want me in your life, you wouldn’t have risked taking the test. Or maybe you did leave and regretted it. I don’t know. Consider this the weirdest introduction to fatherhood.”
Such twisted games. I refuse to let this opportunity pass. Lennox could stand his ground and leave the room.
“I do regret not being there for you. I want to correct that now.”
That’s about all of the thinking I can manage while Blake eats me out. The tightening in my core requires all of my attention. I can barely keep my hand on Lennox.
My breaths grow heavy. A moan slips out.
Lennox’s eyes go wide. I stifle my reaction. Resting my head against the wall, I rock back and forth, giving myself little reprieves so I can drag this out longer.
Henry says, “Don’t judge me, but have you ever been in a relationship where you feel like you’re not enough?”
The interesting thing about Henry’s voice is that it pulls me away from the brink of orgasm every time he speaks, drawing this one out beautifully.
“Like your woman’s a ten and you’re something lower?”
“No, more like, the woman you care about needs more than just you?”
Blake chokes underneath me.
Lennox starts to get up, but I wrap my fingers around his cock and shake my head, whispering, “Be a good boy.”
Is Henry referring to my love of fun? The fun that he was able to provide because of his money? I honestly never thought it was a problem. We had a blast. We just didn’t have substance.
“You mean like a threesome?”
“Yeah. Is that weird?”
What? Henry and I never had sex. How could he have felt…? Oh, no! Maybe the woman he pissed off isn’t me? This could be even more interesting than I expected.
Lennox points at me. I shake my head.
Blake wraps his hands around my hips, securing me into place. I think Lennox forgot about his duty to assess this group project. I’ll let him know that I’m more than willing to go over it again.
A stream of pre-cum slicks Lennox’s shaft, making it easier for me to slide my hand.
He has trouble answering. “It probably happens… more than you’d think.” He rushes the last bit out.
“I’m thinking of asking my best friend to join in, but don’t know how to go about it.”
It turns out I’m a little evil. I whisper, “Video call. We can show him.”
Blake tightens his grip on my hips, forcing my clit to stay where his tongue can circle it. It’s too much. I tumble headlong into the orgasm I’d been resisting.
Lennox scrambles to cover the phone.
I cry out, attempting to stifle myself on my arm. My entire body melts as Blake laps at my sex, his fingers digging into my hips.
Henry’s tone changes to surprise. “Shit! Are you with someone?”
“Uh… no… sorry. It was the TV.”
Lennox’s cover is hysterical but I’m too drifty to laugh. Will Henry think his dad was watching porn while they talked? That would be amazing. Way to focus, Dad.
Blake taps my leg. Oops. I lift onto my knees, leaning into the wall so he can breathe.
Henry must have bought it. “So am I crazy? I don’t know how else to win her back.”
“What’s her name?” Lennox asks, a little too gruffly.
“Why does that matter?”
“Just wondering if it was the woman I met in your front yard the other day.” Lennox’s awkward answer is stuttered.
Henry scoffs.
Rage bubbles through my bliss. I tighten my grip on Lennox’s cock.
Henry’s tone pivots to disdain. “She didn’t know what she wanted. Always moving from one thrill to the next. I’m done with that crazy bitch.”
Lennox grumbles. He wraps his fingers around mine, guiding me to slowly stroke his shaft, and says, “That’s no way to talk about a woman.”
“Sometimes the truth hurts.”
“Yeah, it does.” Lennox’s strokes speed up. His cock swells. Pre-cum streams over our hands. “Good thing I like crazy bitches.”
He groans. I angle my head just in time to see streams of cum shoot from his tip, landing on my side, his chest, the sheets. My god, he was loaded.
“What?” Henry’s rightfully confused.
“You heard me. She’s my crazy bitch.” He pulls me onto his lap, trapping his still-hard cock between us.
Crazy bitch? I like it.
Henry struggles to process. “Are you…? Gross.”
“Why don’t you call back later when I’m done marking her as mine.”