Page 18 of A Million Times, Yes

“Because you’re blowing me like you can’t get enough of your taste. Or maybe that’s me you can’t get enough of.” He held the sides of my head. “Fuck, you’re amazing at that.”

When he had sensed I was close, he amped up his actions. So I did the same.

I took in more and clenched my grip, circling his base, adding as much suction as I could give him.

“Look at me, Maya.” When I did, he added, “Look at me while I’m filling your fucking mouth with my cum.”

As soon as that statement was spoken, his dick turned even harder, his eyes narrowed, his lips parted, baring his bottom teeth, and he moaned my name so loud, I felt it.

Bursts of thick, salty goodness shot toward the back of my throat and coated my tongue.

“Fucking, Maya. Yes.”

Just like I’d pulsed, he did, too, and with every squeeze came another load. I swallowed each one to free up my tongue so I could slither it around him.

“God, you know how to use your mouth.”

His eyes told me he was done—his stillness, too, so I popped his dick out of my mouth and stood in front of him, wiping the sides of my lips.

His hands flattened against the metal on either side of my head, and he leaned in toward my face. “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”

I smirked. “That’s because I enjoyed it. You could say I did it with love.”

“Love? That’s what you call it?”

“How would you define what you just did to me?”

“I fucked you how you wanted it. Raw and dirty.”

“Then that’s how I blew you, and that’s why I swallowed.” I paused. “That’s what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Wanted, yes. Expected, no.”

“I like to give surprises.” I winked.

A walker was coming down the path. She was about twenty feet away, but I still grabbed my shorts and quickly put them on, and to keep my hands busy, I lifted the waist of Jordan’s shorts to cover hisdick. “You should know”—I tapped his chest—“no one has ever gotten that from me.”

“A blow job or swallowing?”

“Swallowing.”

“And why am I the lucky one?”

Something told me a man as sexy as Jordan got everything he wanted—when it came to life, when it came to women. They would probably chase him in four-inch heels, where he didn’t even have to move his feet, and he made them feel as though anything physical wasn’t a big deal.

Well, I wasn’t like those women.

I wanted to be chased.

I wanted him to lust after me.

I wanted him to be so worked up, so needy, he pounced the next time he saw me.

So instead of answering his question, I brushed my thumb across his lips and gave him a smile. And then I slipped out from the cage of his arms and gave his ass a little tap. “Maybe I’ll see you around. Or maybe I won’t. Goodbye, Jordan.”

“I waited as long as I could for you this morning,” Emily said as she walked toward me in the hallway at work, where I stood outside my patient’s door, typing on the portable computer station. “Did you take an extra-long run or something?”

I slowly smiled. “Sorta.”