Chapter 17 #2
Fuck me. How am I supposed to say no when she’s looking up at me with so much desire?
“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”
“I know. I want to. Please?”
“Yeah. Yes. Go ahead.” God, I sound too excited, but I can’t help it.
Mikey slides to her knees, her face level with the obvious tent in my shorts.
I slide my costume down, letting it pool at my feet.
It leaves me in nothing but my white briefs, and there’s a small wet patch from where I’m already leaking for her.
Mikey’s hands pull them down, freeing my cock.
She licks her lips before leaning in and taking the head in her mouth.
“Shit.” My hips buck forward of their own accord, pressing farther into the warm, wet heat of her mouth.
I’m about to apologize when she moans. This is going to end embarrassingly quickly.
It’s been so long since I’ve been touched by another person.
“Your mouth looks so fucking good around my cock. Feels like heaven.”
She bobs her head in a steady rhythm, taking me almost to the back of her throat while her hands brace on my thighs, nails digging crescents in my skin.
I gather her hair in a loose ponytail, helping guide her.
I want to close my eyes at the sheer pleasure sparking in my stomach, but I can’t tear my gaze away from my girl. I need to watch her swallow me down.
Fuck, just the image has my spine tingling.
I pull Mikey off, and she makes a small noise of protest that has me chuckling. “I’m going to come fast, sweetheart. Tell me where you want it.”
“Come in my mouth, Daddy.”
“You’re so damn perfect, you know that? Absolute perfection. I’m so lucky. Put your mouth on me again, Mikelle. Swallow what Daddy spills down your throat.”
Mikey’s eyes glaze over at my tone, and she sucks me down again. She takes me as far as she can without gagging, pulling back and tracing her tongue along the underside of my cock as she pulls away, sucking on the tip, then sliding back down.
She bobs faster, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. My hips jolt, my cock pulsing as I shoot down her throat.
“Don’t swallow yet. Show me.” I pull out of her mouth, and she holds it open, showing me the pearlescent liquid sitting on her tongue. Some of it dribbles down the side of her chin. I scoop it up with my thumb and shove it back in her mouth. “Swallow.”
Her throat bobs as she follows my command, and my dick twitches, ready for round two. I haul her up off her knees and ravish her mouth, tasting myself on her tongue. I’m never going to get enough of her, of us.
I place another gentle kiss on her lips then bend and pull up my costume, fixing it back over my shoulder and righting the sash. “Thank you. I’ll be replaying this for the rest of my life. I need to get back out there. Will you come with me?”
“Let me use the restroom, and I’ll meet you out there.”
We exit the office; she heads in the direction of the restroom, and I head to our probably now-cold hot chocolate.
“Mr. Valentine,” the sharp voice of Loralee Dobson calls.
I’d know it anywhere because it fuels my nightmares.
I turn to find her standing by the door to the kitchen.
Her blunt gray bob is topped with a red beanie with embroidered hearts, and her sweater matches.
She looks like she’s in the holiday spirit, but her eyes are narrowed with suspicion.
Did she hear what just happened in my office? I hope not.
She knows good and well she’s not supposed to be back here, but she thinks because she’s on the town council, she gets privilege.
“Loralee! How are you enjoying the festivities?” I don’t need her interrogating Mikey, so I walk towards the front, hoping she’ll follow.
“The numbers have surpassed last year, so that’s pleasant. I have a matter I’d like to discuss with you.”
Great.
“Can it wait until after the festival? I have matchmaking to do.”
“It won’t take but a moment of your time.
” I motion for her to continue. She pulls a clipboard from between her arm and body, setting her thick rimmed glasses on her nose as she studies whatever’s on there.
“It’s come to the council’s attention a woman was driving you around yesterday.
We feel it’s only fair for our Cupid to disclose his relationship status, so if there’s anything you want to tell me so I can pass it along to the council… ”
I know damn well the council doesn’t give a shit about my relationship status. Loralee is just a nosy, old busybody. “I don’t see how my relationship status affects the council or my ability to do my duty as a matchmaker.”
“The council is concerned you being in a relationship will negatively impact your ability to see the potential of other couples. If you’re too busy making heart eyes at someone else, you won’t give the tourists the time and attention they deserve.
Without Cupid’s matchmaking ability, we’re just a silly town who celebrates Valentine’s Day. ”
Irritation prickles my skin. I’m not the only great part of this town, and the implication makes me mad. And what? I’m not allowed to be happy and in love, but everyone else can?
Fuck that.
“Respectfully, Loralee, I don’t give a shit. I’ve dedicated myself to this role, and the council should know that. Even if I’m seeing someone, it doesn't distract from my abilities.”
Her lips purse, and she raises her nose at me. “We’ll see about that. If anyone complains Cupid’s attention is elsewhere, there will be consequences.”
I hold in my snort. What’s she going to do? Revoke my Cupid privileges?
“There won’t be any complaints.”
“I should hope not. I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Mr. Valentine.”
She stomps out of the café, the bell jingling to signal her departure. I make my way back towards my office. Mikey’s standing outside my door, a smile lighting up her face when she sees me.
Why would I ever give her up? And how am I supposed to go back to my regular, day-to-day life where I won’t see her all the time?