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He smiles. “Only a lot.”
I return that sweet smile.
“Those fantasies never included what I saw tonight…I didn’t know enough to have those fantasies.”
“And you have them now?”
He exhales and nods.
“Then let go, make them real. I’m right here and as real as it gets.”
Chapter twenty-four
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
He keeps telling me I’ll never get this offer again. To dominate him. The chance to make fantasies about what I saw tonight real. But me being in control isn’t the fantasy. I want him in charge. There was something about it…it was controlling and fierce, but there was also a lot of affection there. An understanding. A connection. Connection. That’s what I’ve been yearning for. Connection. The way he looked at Fynn…
Trust him? Of course I do. That elevator ride seems like a lifetime ago…he saved me that night. Our connection began then. And until tonight, I assumed it would never turn sexual and I no longer cared about that. The friendship. The bond we formed over my breakdown that he has never judged me for nor brought up again. But he has stayed close to me. Let me know he is here for me. A friendship I’ve never felt in my life. A friendship that required no additional benefits. Until tonight. Until he walked up to me wearing my suit.
My fucking suit next to his gorgeous toasted caramel skin.
That suit is still next to his skin. The shirt unbuttoned, untucked, hanging on his broad shoulders. My pants still hanging low on his narrow hips. The tent filling out the soft wool fabric has my mouth watering. Belt dropped somewhere in the hallway. I look at his feet. The shoes are his. He doesn’t have socks on. February in Chicago and the man has no socks on and why the fuck is that so sexy?
“Get rid of the shoes,” I bark, and my fingers twitch. My body is going all in on this. I watch him toe them off and I look at his beautiful bare feet as I step mine to them and plant my toes on top of his. “Ready?” I whisper, my eyes still on our feet. There is something so raw, so supremely naked, so vulnerable about bare feet.
“Yes…. please…si—”
He doesn’t get the sir out before I’m clutching his dreads and slamming my mouth against his, so hard we both yip in pain as our lips smash against teeth.
Tangling my fingers into his thick dreads, I pull his face from mine and swallow. “Knees.”
It’s the only word I can utter. And it’s enough to have my cock throbbing in anticipation. Nandy’s nostrils flare slightly, and I see a sparkle fill his eyes. He winks and drops elegantly to the floor. My hand goes along for the ride, still clutching his hair. I’m torn. I’ve never been rough with anyone before. Never, ever with a woman, and I sure as hell never had a woman able to manhandle me. Until I watched Fynn and Nandy tonight, I never even knew it was something I craved.
But this is a man. And Nandy is all man. Our bodies muscled mirrors of each other, only the contrast in skin tone and my massive thighs highlight our differences.
He wraps a large hand around my cock and squeezes. A small bead of precum peeks out of my slit. Nandy eyes me through his dark lashes before flicking his tongue across that slit and sliding my cock into his mouth. Scorching hot velvet. Oh God. So, so good. Heat floods my veins. My cock surges and throbs against the wet heat of his mouth. The orgasm races into my spine way too soon…no, no, no…. this has to last forever…please. I groan and feel Nandy’s mouth tug into a smile as pulls off my cock, settling again at the crown, twirling his tongue around it.
He reaches a hand under and cups my balls.
I groan again.
“Remember, this is for you, your show…you are in charge,” he says. “Use me, TJ.” His voice is raspy and raw. The look in his eyes is even more scorching than his mouth.
He takes my cock in his hand, licks along the vein underneath.
“Fuck me…please fuck my mouth, sir.”
He opens his mouth wide and lays my cock on his tongue. I feel his hands grasp my bare ass, but he does nothing. My show. I am in charge. He wants me in charge. He has given me this gift.
I tighten my hold on his hair and shove my swollen crown past his open lips to the back of his throat, waiting for the gag. He chokes just barely and eyes me…the excitement in them unmistakable and urging me on.
I plow in again as deep as I can. Over and over. Nandy’s soft, swollen lips working their magic. Tears coming to his eyes as I dive deeper and deeper into his mouth. The orgasm readying itself in my balls.
Unlike Fynn, who sat on his heels, hands behind his back the entire time Nandy fucked his mouth. Nandy has one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, twisting and squeezing with each thrust into and out of his mouth. I no longer know if I’m the one fucking his mouth or if his mouth is fucking me.
Bliss. It’s absolute fucking bliss.
His other hand is kneading the muscles of my ass…and…he slides a finger between my cheeks and probes, quickly finding the hole he is seeking. Without hesitation he dips his finger in, knuckle deep…and Oh My God…the orgasm isn’t waiting any longer.
