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“Give me the speech,” he says. “If someone starts fishing.”
“I can’t.”
He looks appalled. “I’m just here to support my husband’s incredible work tonight,” he recites. “That’s it. Then you pivot.”
“I thought I could, but I can’t right now.”
“Why not?”
“I’ll be praising you. In public. And you know how I get about praising you. The stallion will break down the barn door.”
He looks down at the towel I have wrapped around my waist. “You’re kidding me.”
“Well, I’m naked, you’re dressed to the nines, but you still needed my help to do your tie right, and now I’m having to praise you in public. Which part of the sex cocktail did you think I was going to be immune to?”
“Tell it to go down!”
“You tell it to go down!”
He gives me a calculated look. “Okay. If I blow you, do you think said stallion will be tuckered out enough to last the next few hours?”
I gape at him. “Are you offering to fellate your loving—”
“—and slightly obsessive—”
“—husband as a purely logistical matter so I can cope for the rest of the night?”
“Yes, Sergeant 92 Yankee Logistics Officer!”
I think about it for exactly two seconds. “Goddammit, that’s sexy too.”
He gets down on his knees and tugs at my towel. “Why don’t you say your line while I’m doing it? Just so I’m sure you’ve got the words right.”
He envelops my cock in his mouth. I almost see stars. “I’m here to support my brilliant—Oh, my God, Bastien!—I’m here…to…support my brilliant husband’s groundbreaking… oh, yes. Oh, God,” I say as I bottom out in the back of his throat.
He pulls away. “Groundbreaking,” he says in a sexy purr.
“Groundbreaking. Yes. God.”
“I’d better keep this in my mouth from now on. You could get precum all over my nice clothes.”
That’s the only warning I get before he impales himself on my cock. He raises one hand and signals me to keep talking.
I rush through it. “I’m here to support my beautiful, brilliant, sexy husband—oh, God—because he’s—Bastien! Groundbreaking research. Oh. Such a good good boy. Support my, yes. Mine. Mine, mine. Handsome, sexy, brilliant, oh, God, Bastien, I’m coming. Brilliant husband. I can’t—” I slam one last time into the back of his throat and release what feel like gallons straight into his stomach.
“Better?” he asks me.
“Oh, my God. I felt like you just milked me. Give me a second.” I sit on the bed. “Are you okay?”
He straightens his tie. “Well, if I pick at my food and tell people I’ve already eaten, you’ll know why.”
“Don’t say that. I’ll get hard again.”
“That should have earned us at least an hour. I can’t be diving into every back room to blow you just because you’re in mortal peril of having an erection.” He pauses and readjusts himself. “I think.” He looks at his watch. “Chop chop!”
For not the first time, I am extremely pissed off at the fact that the military has instilled timeliness as a cardinal virtue into my brain. I dress in less than five minutes and am still putting my belt on when I get into the truck.
“What’s the plan?” I ask as I turn the ignition in my truck. Bastien wanted to take his Honda, but there’s something vibrating in it that scares me and I’ve put my foot down that he’s absolutely not allowed to drive it until we have it looked at.
