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One shoulder raises. “I’m greedy I guess.”
“No.” I scowl at him. “I’m not dating you.”
“Why not?” He looks offended but amused. “And I never said it was a date. Just dinner.”
Dinner? Look at this guy’s face. No way he’s stopping at dinner. I agree to that and then what? “That’s dating, Cason.” I sigh. “I want to have sex. No strings attached. Why don’t you want that too?”
He swallows and angles my face so we’re eye level. “I want that too, but I want to be able to take you to dinner if I want.”
If he wants? And why am I suddenly excited about the idea of him taking me to dinner? “I’ll think about it.”
Inching closer, he closes the distance between us and brings our bodies together. I can’t think when I’m around him, and I know he’s doing it on purpose. “I need to shower.”
“Okay…,” I breathe, unable to form any other response.
His breathing picks up, his lips touching mine. “You want to join me, or is that too committal for you?”
“Cute.” I kiss him and back up. “And yes, but in my bathroom.”
“Thank God.” He laughs. “We’d still be waiting for hot water in the morning if we use mine.”
I laugh, tugging him with me inside the house. “I told you the plumbing wasn’t great.”
Upstairs, Cason strips down and piles his clothes on the tile floor as I turn the shower on. He steps behind me, pressing our bodies together and running his hand down my curves. He doesn’t say anything as he walks me forward inside the shower.
I run my hands over his shoulders and then lower over his sculpted, lean body, his muscles contracting in his stomach. Hunching forward, his lips search for more. The spray of the shower hits my back, and I jump, smiling into his kiss when our teeth knock together.
Before I know what’s happening, he pushes me against the wall, his large body commanding mine. Here’s where I take over. Sliding my back against the tile, I use it for support and drop to my knees, my palms resting on the fronts of his thighs.
Hello, Cason’s cock. You’re magnificent, and I’d like to thank you for your line drives these past couple of weeks. Here’s your reward. My mouth.
I touch my hand to the V dips on his hips and then run a finger down the dusting of hair to the base of his hard cock. “You wanna fuck my mouth?”
He peers down at me. Hunger, excitement, some smugness, it’s all on display in those beautiful blue eyes. “I’ll mow your lawn every day for the rest of my life if this is what I get in return.”
Smiling, I take him in my hand. Stroking him once, twice, I bring my lips to the head of his cock and look up. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve given a blow job?
Two years.
Is that why Collin cheated on me?
I grasp him at the base and take his silky velvet cock into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I slide my tongue along the underside and press my lips together, pumping him in and out of my mouth.
His hand moves to my hair, his forehead resting against the tile behind me. He pulls my hair, groans, and widens his stance when he hits the back of my throat. “You keep doing that and I’m going to come.”
I keep doing it because I want him to come in my mouth. I’m a greedy bitch.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t and pulls his wet cock away and tells me to get on all fours. He drops to his knees behind me. He grips my hips, and my heart pumps wildly in my chest, anticipating him entering me.
“I don’t have a condom in here,” he tells me, leaning forward. He kisses the base of my neck, his cock nestled between the cheeks of my ass.
“You can come in my mouth. Just pull out.” What the fuck am I actually saying? I don’t know this guy all that well. What if he’s getting some on the side somewhere else? I’m on birth control, but still, I shouldn’t have suggested that, right?
There’s no hesitation on his part. None at all. With one swift jerk of my hips, he shoves himself inside me, and the air from my lungs is gone. Oh, fuck.
His grip on my hips tightens, and he goes to work. Fucking me. Making me forget all about that stupid cheating husband and the financial ruin following me. I can’t speak, think… hell, breathing without drowning is an effort at this point.
Pounding into me, he raises one leg to angle himself deeper and, to my surprise, cracks my fucking ass with a slap of his hand. Did he just spank me? And why did I like it so much?