Page 99 of Goodbye, Mr. Winters

I regulate my breathing. Fuck. I didn’t think this through.

The door opens, and I pull Jordan out of his pants, squeezing at his flesh.

“Is everything okay with the kids?” Jordan asks, and I drop my hands from his crotch.

“Yes, it’s all good,” Felicita reveals, and I breathe out in relief. I cover my mouth the moment I do, hoping that nobody heard me.

“She’s under that table, isn’t she?” Måns asks, and I swallow wrong, holding back my coughing attack. Being found out… It turns me on, and I’m afraid to admit it.

“Who?” Felicita asks. Chairs scrape the floor. They take a seat on the opposite side of Jordan.

“Nobody,” Jordan insists, his voice almost a growl. I stroke his hot flesh, willing him to take it down a notch.

“I want to move into Mrs. Cross’s home,” Måns announces. Like me, Måns lost his home. Felicita’s place is big enough for an entire family. She can help him out until he finds a new place to stay.

Jordan reminds Måns, “You can afford a hotel.”

“I don’t want—”

“Please, Jordan?” Felicita’s voice is thick with trembles. “For a week. He’s already looking for a new place. His sister will move into one of the women’s shelters on the South Side.”

“All right.” Jordan clears his throat, and I take him back into my throat. I hear his grunt, and I fight a chuckle. My tongue laps at him. “Take my room. Don’t abuse her kindness. You can do your own laundry. She’s not your mom, okay?”

“I know,” Måns says, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I stuff my mouth with Jordan to distract myself.

Felicita’s heels announce their departure. A soft click of the door lets me know that they’re gone.

I stroke him, applying more pressure on his hot flesh. The crown of his cock is engulfed in my mouth, my lips wrapped around his head with need. Spit and precum drips down my chin, and I welcome it. I don’t touch myself because both of my hands take care of Jordan.

It’s his moment, but I can’t help clenching my thighs to seek pleasure for myself.

He curses, hissing in thirst for more. “You want me to come in your tight little mouth? Cry for me, little doe. Taste your tears and my come.”

I let him thrust inside my mouth, shoving himself as deep as he can. He stops my world, and I’m breathless, my insides flipping upside down. I ache for him to finish, and he does, filling me up until his come is overflowing my mouth.

He doesn’t move for a breath, still stuck inside my mouth.

When he finally does, my breaths turn frantic. It takes me a moment to settle down. Jordan picks me up from the floor, and he settles me across his lap. His finger drives through the combination of come, spit, and tears on my chin.

Tucking a strain of hair behind my ear, Jordan says, “Your mouth will end me one day.”

My eyes go wide. He chuckles.

“Don’t worry, little doe. The end is only our beginning.”