Chapter 12
12
Spencer
“Fuck, Cortney. You can do it, beautiful. Take a little more for me,” I groan.
Burying my fingers in her shiny black strands, I thrust slowly into her mouth.
Her awaiting tongue strokes the underside of my shaft, sending an eruption of pleasure to the base of my spine.
“You take me so well. You know just how to use that smart mouth.” I stroke my thumb across her chin as I cup her jaw.
Five minutes ago, after announcing that I was going to get us coffee, she pounced out of the tangled sheets and pushed me up against the wall. She had my shorts down in fifteen seconds flat, knees against the tile a moment later, and in the next breath, my cock was down her throat.
Good morning to you, too.
I fuck her mouth at a leisurely pace, soaking in every second of her touch because today is our last day together at this resort. Tomorrow morning, we board a plane back home and go our separate ways like we agreed.
What a fucking shit plan.
In a handful of days, I’ve become addicted.
Addicted to waking up wrapped around her in bed.
Addicted to the scent of her shampoo.
Addicted to her body and the sounds I rouse from her when I make her come.
How am I supposed to return to normal, a normal I haven’t even established yet, when I still have the taste of her on my tongue?
My fingers tighten in her silky strands, holding her steady as I gag her. The way her throat constricts around me has me hardening even further.
“Such a good girl for me.”
The moment is broken by her phone ringing on the coffee table.
“Shit.” She wipes her mouth on her forearm.
“Seriously, Cort?” I growl as she pads barefoot across the room, leaving my wet cock chilling in the cool AC.
“Sorry, it’s the vet clinic ringtone. It might be important.” Her eyes drink me in, zeroing in heatedly on the appendage she abandoned. “I’ll be back, don’t worry.”
I laugh and drop the back of my head against the wall with a thud.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” I grumble without heat.
With the phone pressed to her ear, she tiptoes back over and curls her fingers tightly around my shaft. She leans a shoulder against the wall, casually talking to whoever is on the other line while she jacks me off. Her hand looks good wrapped around me with that ring shining on her finger.
Why the fuck is that so fucking hot?
My spine tingles, and my balls tighten. Heavy eyelids turn my sight into slits. I can still see the way she heatedly watches my face, focusing on me while she chats on the phone. Someone is spending their Saturday morning not knowing their boss is giving me the business while she issues orders about an injured cat like it’s any other day on the job.
I’m not going to make it until the end of her phone call. Her hand is just that fucking good, twisting and stroking from base to tip.
“Cort,” I warn, flexing my hands at my sides so I don’t grab onto her.
She keeps watching me, saying something in the phone about coverage next week.
“Baby,” I whisper. “I need to fucking come.”
Oh hell. My dick is hard as steel, somehow becoming even harder as she shows no indication of ending her phone call. Thank god for the tile floor. I’m about to blow ropes of cum.
My thrusts become slow and hard, jacking into her hand like it’s her pretty cunt. My muscles turn rigid. A warning.
“Get off the phone.”
My chest heaves with labored breaths.
“Ah, fuck!” I groan.
Cortney pinches the phone between her shoulder and ear, and slaps her hand across my mouth. My eyes widen, then fall shut as she strokes me through a powerful orgasm, spurts of my cum dribbling onto the floor by our feet.
“If you can handle it, I’d love to stay. Yeah. I know it’s not like me, but this has been exactly what I’ve needed.”
Energy leaks out of my limbs. I hold the back of her hand still pressed tightly to my mouth and kiss a trail up her arm.
Palm. Kiss.
Wrist. Kiss.
Elbow. Kiss.
Bicep. Kiss.
She studies me as I go.
“Thank you,” I murmur into her neck.
I don’t even realize she ended the call until both her arms wrap around me. I press a lingering kiss to her forehead.
“How was that?”
“Do you even have to ask?”
“Maybe I just like to hear it.”
“Blew my fucking mind, Kitten. Can’t say I’ve ever had a blow job interrupted by an important phone call, but I loved the creative pivot.”
She grins. “It was fun for me too.”
“Everything okay back home?” I lean around the corner into the bathroom in search of a spare washcloth to wipe up my mess.
“Yeah. Just Bridget checking in with an injured cat that came in last night. She was wondering when I’d be back or if she should look into transferring him to one of our partners.”
“Who’s Bridget?”
“She’s one of my vet techs.”
“It’s a good thing you’ll be back tomorrow then. I’m sure they miss you.”
“Actually… I, um, would you want to stay with me?”
I peer around the corner. Cortney stands a few feet away, fiddling nervously with her cell phone.
“Stay… where?”
“Here.” She waves her arms around. “Probably not this room because I’m sure some other actually married couple has it booked, but I was thinking when it’s time to check out I could ask the resort if they have any other rooms available for the next week.”
My heart slams against my ribs. “You want to stay with me another week?”
“If you want to. I’m actually having a really good time with you.”
Crossing the room, I drop the towel over the forgotten puddle of cum.
“Is that what the blow job was for? Softening me up this morning? My little wife hasn’t had enough?”
She rolls her eyes. “No, Casanova. The idea just came to me while I was on the phone, and Bridget said things are running well. I’m really not ready to go back to the pitying looks at home.”
I sift my fingers through the hair behind her ears. “I’m having a really good time with you too. Of course, I’ll stay.”
“That easy, huh?”
Half my mouth quirks. “I’m sort of between jobs at the moment.”
“Really? I was unaware,” she teases.
“And there’s this really beautiful girl who seems not to mind my company. Who could say no?”
“You could,” she says softly. “If you need time to think about it—”
“I don’t.”
“Then I’ll get in touch with my travel agent.”
“You do that. Touch base with your family too. I’ll step out and get us that coffee.”
“Why not just ask Agustin?”
I lift my phone. “I have some people to check in with too.”
And I could use some space to sort my fucking head.
There’s no chance I’ll leave her here and go home. Not with what she’s offering.
But I don’t think this is still casual sex.
Not now that I think I’m falling.
Is it possible to fall back in love with someone when you never fell out of love?