Getting Her Back

“You’ve captured him well,” he says. “Good job.”

“Thanks.”

He looks closer. “You have a talent for portraiture. You should consider investigating it more thoroughly.”

I nod. “I will. Though maybe with subjects I know less.”

“Maybe,” he chuckles.

I spend the last hour making tiny adjustments. Mostly superficial, but important. I’ve avoided looking Christian in the eye this class, and I’m relieved when Mr. Prince announces our dismissal. I quickly move my drawing to the wall, where it will hang until the gallery show. I turn and jump because Christian is standing behind me, naked, looking at my drawing of him. “I like it,” he says.

“Thanks.” I’m blushing and I need to get out of here before I explode. “I need to run an errand, but I’ll meet you at the apartment, okay?”

Christian narrows his eyes, because he knows me too well. “You okay?”

“Fine,” I say. “Just have to get somewhere before they close.”

He nods. “See you soon.”

I grab my bag and practically run out of the gallery. I don’t like lying, but I know he’ll understand later. Instead of an errand, I just get food. There’s a great pizza place around here that’s open late, so I go grab a slice and eat it, waiting until I know for sure that Christian will arrive before me. Then I leave. Okay. I can do this.

The trains are actually running on time, so it only takes me about twenty minutes to reach the apartment. Which is unheard of.

When I walk into the apartment, I don’t see Christian. “Hello?”

“In here,” he calls from the bedroom.

I head to the bedroom, and freeze in the doorway. It’s like I never left the gallery. Christian is reclining on the bed, completely naked. Only now he’s hard, stroking himself. He looks gorgeous. Dangerous. Sexy. My mouth goes dry, and that tell-tale arousal floods my system. I can’t take my eyes off his hand and his cock. The simple, matter-of-fact way he’s keeping himself hard makes me want to touch him. Taste him.

“You can’t,” he says.

I glance up to see him smirking. “I can’t what?”

Christian raises an eyebrow. “Suck me off. That’s not what these meetings are for, remember? We’re here to get you a baby. A blow job doesn’t end with you pregnant.”

“I wasn’t thinking about that,” I say, scoffing. Though I totally was. I like blow jobs, which is rare, I know. But I like giving that kind of pleasure.

“Really?”

“Really,” I say, getting control of myself again. “But what happened to you? I thought you used to be able to get it up more than once a night. Something happen?”

His gaze is suddenly fierce and dark, and he stands, coming around the bed to me. He’s still jerking himself off, slowly. “In that case I’m not going to fuck you tonight unless you get on your knees right now.”

Heat and deep need flows through me and I suddenly feel heavy. I start to take off my clothes, and pretend that I didn’t hear what he just said. “What?”

Christian steps forward, pulling me close quickly. He’s dominant now, and part of it is the game between us, the game we’re always playing. And part of it isn’t. I’m not sure which part I like more. “You want me to fuck you tonight? I want you on your knees. I’m going to feed you my cock, and I want to see your pretty mouth around it.”

I shiver, and I don’t fight. I sink down to the floor, taking Christian’s cock in my hand. There’s no hesitation, I want this. I take him in my mouth quickly and deep, sucking back slowly, and he groans. His cock is hard and hot in my mouth, and I’m being flooded with sense memory. He tastes the same, he feels the same, and I begin to move in the way I already know he likes: quick strokes using my tongue followed by long, slow worship and suction.

His hands tangle in my hair, guiding my speed, guiding me deeper, guiding me to his pleasure. I look up his body and see him looking at me, lips parted, eyes glazed with lust. I like the sounds he makes when I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, his head falling back in pleasure. All the nerves I had before getting here fade away. This is a rhythm I know, and one I like.

I close my eyes, letting myself focus on the feel of him in my mouth, the smooth hardness, the taste of him. Diving down deeper, I go as far as I can, making him groan again as he hits the top of my throat. Down and up, down and up, I run my tongue along him, teasing him before I take him fully again. This time is deep and fast, over and over and over until I feel his hands spasm in my hair. He pulls back, out of my mouth. “Open,” he says roughly, and I do as he takes his cock in his hand, stroking hard.