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Her big eyes blink in surprise, but she doesn’t pull me out. I spill onto her tongue, the little pink muscle still moving against my tip. Licking. Lapping. Tasting…
I force myself to stay silent as my sensitive tip surges, the pleasure too good, too sharp. “Dana,”I say, a deep growl.
She pauses, slipping me out of her mouth. With her lips pressed together, the muscles of her throat work to swallow me down.
“Shit, I sorry,” I say, catching my breath. “I meant to warn you...”
“It’s okay.” She curls her red lips. Swollen. Glistening. “I liked it.”
My near-flaccid cock leaps again. She likes it.
Dana Kirby likes it when I come in her mouth.
She rises off the floor, wiping her lips. “That was good?” she asks.
I can’t stop from laughing. I reach out, cupping her face and drawing her to me. “Yes,” I answer, passion still coursing through me. “It was good.”
I kiss her deeply, not caring about the hints of saltiness still present on her lips and tongue. Not caring that I’ve known her my whole life, that anyone could walk in here at any second and reveal us to the world. To our families and friends.
Dana pulls away, a firm hand pushing against my chest as she takes a strained breath. Then another. And another, this one rugged and wheezy.
Shit. Shit.
My gut twists. I’m so fucking selfish.
What have I done?
“Dana.”I release her, shifting back, but staying close. “Are you okay?”
She places a palm over her heart. “I’m fine, I’m fine—” she says, taking another breath. “Just need a second...”
“Do you have your inhaler?”
“I don’t need it.”
“Tell me where it is. I’ll go get.”
“No. Don’t.”
I grip her elbow. “Dana...”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she says again, rolling her shoulders back. She takes another deep breath, this one soft and normal. “See? Just held my breath for too long. It’s over.”
“You’re sure?” I ask, still worried.
She smiles. Good as new. Or she’s just that good at faking it. “I’m sure.”
I swallow hard, relieved, but I can’t shake off the twist in my stomach. Pulling my shorts back up, I roll my now-wrinkled yellow nightie down to cover them. “You should sit down,” I say.
“No.”Dana glares. Her eyes, full of heat just a minute ago, now singe with fire. “I said I’m fine.”
“But—”
“But nothing, Connor.” She takes a step back, her hands resting at her sides. “I should get back.”
“Wait, Dana. Hold on?—”
“No, I’m good,” she says, not looking at me. “I’ll see you around.”
