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“Fuck me with your mouth,” he said, as he laced his fingers through my hair and held me to him.
I wrapped my lips around him, and sucked him into my mouth. Each stroke I took him in deeper. I didn’t know what I was doing, but he was panting and saying dirty words, so I must have been doing okay.
I cupped him, massaging his balls.
He let out a feral groan. “I’m going to come, Morgan… are you going to take it?”
I released him from my mouth, jacking him with my hand as I caught my breath. “Yes, I want to taste you.”
“Now, now…” He let out another one of the groans that made my blood run hot.
I quickly put my mouth over his cock, and sucked him deep.
“Yes, yes… fuck yes.” He bowed back, his hips rising up, and hot liquid filled my mouth, thick and salty. I tried to take it all, but eventually, I had to release him, his cum dripping on my chin.
He took my arms and hauled me up. “You have a fucking amazing mouth.” Then he kissed me. I wondered how it was for him to taste himself in my mouth.
“See,” he said when he caught his breath. “You distract me.”
I smiled, but I wondered what all this meant. While I didn’t think I was meaningless hook up, that didn’t mean we were an item. Was this just a ‘friends with benefits’ thing? A workplace fling? Apparently I wasn’t ready for the answer, as I didn’t ask.
We cleaned ourselves up again, and then cleaned the kitchen workspace.
He walked me out to the street. “Do you need a ride?”
I shook my head. I’d take the subway. It would give me time to process what had just happened.
“Are you sore at all?”
“I was the first time, but not now.”
His smile was wicked. “Someday we’ll need to figure out our record.”
“Record?”
“Number of orgasms we can give each other in a night.”
My pussy flared to life again. My heart did a little turn knowing that at least he was thinking this would happen again.
“What’s the record?” I asked.
“So far…lets see…I’ve had two and you’ve had…”
“Two.”
He frowned. “Not nearly enough.”
I laughed.
“You know what else we should do together sometime?”
I couldn’t imagine. “What?”
“Cook. Food, that is. We’ve got that other cooking down.” He waggled his brows suggestively.
“I’d like that.”
On the subway home I felt happy, but cautiously so. I knew I could easily fall for him, so I’d have to remind myself that sex wasn’t love. This was just two consenting adults enjoying each other. The added benefit for me was that I was getting experience, and discovering what made my body hum with pleasure, and what made men go wild. Whatever happened with Kade and me, at least I’d walk away with that.
I was practically humming when I walked into the apartment.
“Mom?” I called out to let her know I was home. She didn’t respond. I looked at my watch, checking the time. Perhaps she wasn’t back from her last client yet. I frowned when I realized it was past time. “Mom,” I called out again as I headed to the kitchen.
I flipped on the light and gasped. “Mom!” I rushed to her limp body on the floor. “Mom!” I turned her over and felt for a pulse. I grabbed my purse and pulled out my phone to call 911.
“Morgan?” My mother’s voice was weak, and her eyes remained closed.
“I’m here, mom. I’m getting you help.”
“Bed. Rest.”
“No, we’re going to the hospital.” I wondered if she’d been skimping on her pills as a way to save money. I’d caught her doing that once before, and scolded her severely. If she was doing it again, I’d swallow my pride and ask for Beth’s help financially. My mother would hate it, but she shouldn’t have to suffer and possibly die because we were poor.
Within minutes, help was there carrying her out to an ambulance. They let me ride with her to the hospital. On route, I explained to the EMTs about her lupus and the medication she was on. I’d left them at home, but I’d written them down in my phone.
When we arrived at the hospital, she was wheeled away while I was left to fill out paperwork and wait. It gave me a lot of time to think. I came to two conclusions: one, perhaps it was time to see about her going on medical disability; and two, I had to make this restaurant work so I could have the money to care for her. While the restaurant Kade was creating wasn’t my vision, he’d said it would cater to the upscale, which meant money. If anyone knew how to make a bundle in an upscale restaurant, it was him. I’d follow his lead, learn all I could, and then work until I was a success.
