Tyler

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She drops her lips to the head of my dick and licks. “Just a little flick at first,” she whispers, and I moan my gratitude.

Lust charges through me as she proceeds to show off all the skills I taught her. “Tease me, angel. Fucking tease me. Drive me crazy with that wicked tongue of yours.”

She flicks her tongue up and down my cock. That’s step two. Tongue action. Like she’s licking a candy cane. Like she’s savoring it top to bottom, stem to stern. She settles in closer, and I make room for her, opening my knees wider. Like I’ve got a good buzz going, my skin sizzles as she licks all over. Then she grabs the base of my shaft and squeezes.

I shudder.

Yeah, I love that move, too. But I especially love this. She wraps her lips around me and draws me into the warm, wet tunnel of her mouth. Sparks tear through me, and it’s like two wires connecting as she sucks and squeezes, sucks and squeezes.

“Yes, baby. Nice and wide. Like that,” I say, my hands clutching her skull as I guide her head up and down.

There is no better view on earth than this. Delaney’s hair is spread across my lap. Her red lips are stretched wide and filled with my cock. Her head bobs.

I’m not going to last long, and I don’t care. She’s working my dick over something fierce.

But I want more. Because more is how I like it. More is step three. “Can you take me all the way?” I ask as she swirls her tongue around the head, distracting me and making me grunt and groan.

She nods against my lap, and I curl my hands around her throat. Not tight, just massaging, running my thumbs across her neck. “Open for me, baby. Deep.”

Her eyes twinkle as she glances up, like she’s full of naughtiness, full of surprises. I gently rub my hands over her delicate and fucking delicious throat. The next thing I know, she’s going down, down, down on my dick, and holy fuck. White-hot flames torch my body.

I’m. All. The. Way. In.

I want to close my eyes and fuck her mouth, but I want to watch every goddamn second. This woman is on her knees, and I’m balls-deep in her throat, and she’s sucking me like a champion. Like my champion. Like she wants my cock as much as I want her to be the one sucking it. And fuck, I do. I really fucking do, so much that tremors roll through my body. Shockwaves of pleasure rumble over my flesh as she goes to town.

My bones vibrate and desire builds inside me, flooding every corner of my body.

My fingers curl around her skull. My chest heats, and the back of my neck is in flames. I want to be consumed by this fire, feel it spread everywhere.

As she swirls her tongue around my dick, I utter a guttural yes.

Can barely speak.

Can hardly think.

I feel like I’m falling under, like I’m sliding into some alternate world of bliss and desire and pleasure. Her eyes are glossy, almost watering, but she doesn’t stop. She won’t stop, and maybe this sounds nuts, but God, I think I’m fucking in love with her for that alone.

Because she can’t be doing this just because she likes it. She can’t possibly crave my cock, no matter how magic she says it is, so much she’d nearly gag. She’s taking me all the way because she wants to blow my mind.

She wants this to be good for me, and, fuck, that’s what does it for me.

My dick is hitting the back of her throat, getting acquainted with the far corners of her mouth, and my sexy angel sucks like she’s never letting go.

I’m nearly there, but I still want one more thing. Somehow I manage words. They come out harsh and stuttered. “Baby, you know what I want.”

She nods against my cock, and then I feel her hand on my thigh, and she cups my balls. Then she squeezes them. Yes, fucking yes. She tugs on them—not too hard, but just enough, and my brain goes haywire. My balls tighten, and my dick thickens even more. I unravel as a climax barrels through my body, knocking out lights, frying wires. It’s an obliteration of the senses as I unleash my orgasm in her mouth.

“Coming. Coming so fucking hard,” I say, gripping tighter, and I’m done. I’m toast. I’m in blow job heaven. This orgasm finishes me off, my legs shaking, my heart racing, and pleasure partying in every cell.

I shudder as an aftershock wracks my body.

With a loud, wet pop, she lets go of my dick. I sigh happily. So fucking happily. There’s nothing inside me but the lovely, druggy aftereffects of the best blow job ever.

She lifts her chin and clasps my thighs. “Told you I had a good teacher.”

“Get up here, student,” I say, and offer her my hand. I tug her into my lap, and she sits on my half-mast dick. I wrap an arm around her and graze my lips against her forehead. But that’s all the time I’ve got for basking. Time to take care of my woman. I grab her hips, lift her up, and set her on the edge of my desk.

She arches a brow in question. I push up her skirt and spread her legs, catching a peek of black lacy panties. I drag a finger across them, murmuring as the pad of my finger slips over her wetness through the fabric. “Let me do that to you. Right here. With you sitting on my desk. Let me eat you out.”

She gasps like I’ve said the most shocking, scandalous thing. Maybe I have. We were always daring, always playing with fire in public. Even though this is private, it still feels dirty. The good kind of dirty.

But she shakes her head and slips off the desk, sinking back to my lap. “Not now.”

I frown. “Why not?” I dart my hand between her legs, rubbing her once more. I love how much of her slick heat has soaked through. She’s silky even with this tiny layer of lace between her flesh and my fingers. “Sure seems like you want it.”

“I do,” she says, but she pushes my hand away and looks me in the eyes. “I want it so much. But it makes me feel really vulnerable, and I want to be one hundred percent ready for that. I want to be able to let go completely and give in to it. You know how I love it when you do that to me.”

“I do know that.”

“And I want to be able to be in the moment completely.”

I pull her closer, my nose nearly touching hers. “You will be, angel. You won’t be anyplace else when I undress you, spread your legs, and bury my face between these beautiful thighs that I’ve been dreaming about. I don’t want anything but your complete abandon.”

She murmurs. “That’s what I want, too.”

I press a closed-mouth kiss to her lips. “Hey.”

She pulls back and meets my eyes. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for being open with me. For telling me that. That you’re not ready yet.”

“An old dog can learn new tricks.”

I sit up and beg. “Same here.”

Her lips twitch in a smile. “And thanks for letting me blow you in your office like the world is ending.”

Laughing deeply, I lean back in my chair. I drop a hand to her ass and squeeze her cheek. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Ruh roh,” she says, like Scooby Doo, and I’m glad she’s not worried. She shouldn’t be.

Tucking a finger under her chin, I raise her face, keeping her gaze locked on me. “I like you. A lot.”

“I like you, too. A lot,” she says, as she snuggles in closer. “It’s the sex, right?”

I crack up. “Yeah, it’s all the sex. I’m overdosing on all the sex.”

Her smile grows wider. “We are pretty good in that department.”

I knead those lovely cheeks again. “We were always good together. In every way. We can be good again, too.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

Her smile disappears. “But it’s not just this part you like, right?” She gestures from my chest to her breasts.

“Your boobs like my pecs?”

She swats me. “You know what I’m saying.”

“Angel. It’s not just sex.” I rub my hands over her arms, reassuring her. “We haven’t even had sex, and I’ll wait months if you want to.” Then I lower my voice. “Though, I really hope we don’t wait months.”

She screws up the corner of her lips. “I was thinking more like ninety days?”

“You think I can’t last, but let me tell you something.” I slide my hand under her skirt and up her inner thigh, grazing the soft skin. “I know it would drive you crazy to wait that long, too.”

She whimpers, but then it turns to a little chuckle. “Pot. Kettle.” She moves my hand away. “Seriously, though. Tell me, Tyler. Is it just sex?”

I shake my head. “Woman, the way I feel is not just coming from how much I want to fuck you.”

“Or how much I want you to fuck me,” she tosses back, with a naughty little lilt to her voice that tells me all her worries have been assuaged.

“Exactly. There’s way more to this, and you know it.”

Later that day, I toss a crumpled up sheet of paper into the wastebasket and swivel my chair so I face Oliver. He’s slumped back on the couch with his navy tie loosened as we review contracts. “Let me ask you a question,” I say.

“Hit me.”

“You ever fallen in love when getting a blow job?”

Oliver cracks up, his hand on his belly. “Oh dear Lord. You have come to the right man with that inquiry.”

“That so?”

“Oh, yes,” he says confidently. “I’ve fallen in love when getting them, and when giving them. But that’s not all. I’ve also seen God, witnessed angels, traveled to the stars, and seen the light of distant planets.” I roll my eyes, but Oliver’s not done. He sits up straighter. “I’ll have you know I’ve also walked through the pearly gates and back.”

“You’ve died and gone to heaven and back all from giving and getting head?”

He laughs deeply. “No, no, no. During the heavenly experience, I was absolutely the recipient. Bloke had the most astonishing—”

I hold up a hand. “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know what was so astonishing about—”

Oliver jumps back in, a quizzical look on his features. “About his tongue?” he asks, 100 percent deadpan.

“You’re the worst.”

He wiggles his eyebrows and sticks out his tongue, flicking it around.

Dragging my hands through my hair, I mutter, “Why do I even ask you this shit?”

Oliver taps his chin as if in deep thought. “Hmm. Let me guess. Might it be because you fell in love during a blow job today?”

I sigh heavily, then I smile stupidly.

I did fall in love during a blow job. Only it wasn’t because of the astonishing friction or the magnificent deep throating. But trust me, her ability to go deep is, indeed, astonishing. What did it for me was her passion. Her zest, if you will. She wanted it to be amazing for me, and after what I put her through eight years ago, that’s saying something.

It says something about her. About her heart. About her willingness to try again. She’s all in when it comes to starting over. She surprised me at my fucking office with a striptease and some oral loving to say she was sorry for something she didn’t even need to apologize for. But she did it anyway, and I loved the gesture.

Am I falling in love through my dick?

That’s not how I see it. A man puts himself at a woman’s mercy with a blow job. On the surface, I have the power. She’s on her knees, my hands are in her hair, and I’ve got her where I want her.

But no.

During a blow job, a woman holds all the cards. She’s got a man’s most valuable possession in her mouth, and next to her teeth.

To top it off, Delaney had me by the goddamn balls. Literally.

And like that, I surrendered to her, and she gave me the best time ever, even though I’m the asshole who broke her heart.

Now, I hope to hell I’m the man she lets back in.

And make no mistake, I want her heart badly.

How to win it is the big question.