"Christ," I mutter, beyond annoyed she's completely seducing me. God, she's fucking fantastic at it.
My hands pop the button of my shorts, not needing any more encouragement. My cock wants her mouth so badly it feels like it's going to break. Simone watches me with eagerness, licking her bottom lip as I pull myself free, pushing my shorts down to the tops of my thighs so she has access to my balls too.
Then her hand is around my shaft and she gives me a couple of hard strokes, and fuck I like that a lot, as evidenced by the grunt of approval I give her. I drop my T-shirt to the concrete floor so she has something to kneel on and then my hand is on her head, pushing her down.
She gives a husky laugh, and the minute her knees hit my shirt, she takes me into her mouth.
My head falls back and my hands go to the wooden counter. I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing if I look at her beautiful mouth working me I'll lose it.
Instead, I concentrate on the feel of her tongue, the scrape of her teeth, and the way one of her hands jacks the bottom of my cock while the other rolls my balls.
I start to get lost in the sensation when I'm feeling nothing but air on my dick, and I look down at her in surprise. She stares up at me, her eyes drowsy with lust.
"Do me a favor?" she whispers.
"What?"
"Let me hear you."
"What do you mean?" I rasp out.
Simone smiles slyly. "You'll get the best blow job of your life, but I want to hear you. Moan, grunt, curse. Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you want to do to me in return. Anything. You keep making noises and words, and I'll take you down my throat. Stay silent and I won't let you come."
"God you're a fucking hot lunatic," I mutter, but I can't stop my lips from curling slightly at her audacity. Placing my hands on her head, I push my cock back into her mouth as I give her all the sounds and words.
"That's it, baby. Nice and slow. God, your mouth was made to be fucked."
Simone moans in appreciation of my filth. She pulls her mouth off to give my balls a slow laving of her tongue, then she's sucking me back down again.
"Fuck," I groan as she starts to really suck. My hips start to move, wanting to know how much she can take. I don't forget my promise to talk to her, though. "How deep can you take me? I'm going to fuck your face, Simone. You might choke on my cock, but I'm not going to stop."
She moans and pulls me in deeper, the head of my dick breaching the top of her throat. I can feel her swallow against me and my balls start tingling.
"Yes, like that," I praise her as my hips punch a little deeper, and while I want nothing more than to unload right down her throat, I also want lots of other things from her, so I tell her that too. When I've got my balls banging against her chin, I feel confident in sharing my dirty thoughts. "And next time we're together, Simone...I'm going to own your cunt. I'm going to eat you out until you come all over my face, then I'm going to stuff you full of my cock until you're begging me to stop. But I won't. I won't fucking stop until that pussy squeezes every drop out of me."
Simone's eyes narrow in such a way that I can tell she likes what I just told her. She sucks on me harder, taking me into that tight fucking throat.
"And that ass, Simone," I tell her ominously. "I hope it's cherry. I'm going to pop it one night. It's going to belong to me the way your cunt and mouth do. Would you like that?"
I get a ragged moan deep in her throat that happens to tickle the head of my cock that's lodged there, and she gives me a nod of excitement as I continue to fuck her face.
Movement catches my eye, and through the shed window, I can see Lucas in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. There are wooden blinds over the window, so I doubt he could see in, but still...I consider for a moment tapping Simone on the head.
But I'm so fucking close I can't do it.
So fucking close that my balls are tightening.
And when Simone pushes her face right into my pelvis and her throat contracts around me with a hard swallow, I lose it right then and there, groaning out my release. Every last drop she takes down and gives a hum of disappointment when I'm dry.
I'm practically panting for oxygen as she stands up, wiping the corners of her mouth. Her eyes are shining with happiness and triumph.
Leaning in, she gives me a soft kiss on my jaw as she presses her hands to my chest. When she pulls back, she whispers, "You taste mighty fucking fine, Mr. Turner. I'll be doing that again for sure."
"Not until I do every damn thing I just promised you," I growl as I tuck myself back in, and then I'm immediately calculating when that can happen. "Are you working tonight?"
"Sadly, yes. But I can sneak into your bed when I get home."
I nod at her, not really liking that plan. It's only a matter of time before we get caught by Lucas. A hotel room is what we need.
Before I can suggest that, Simone whispers, "Admit I'm still shiny."
She'd asked me to do that last night but I'd refused.
But last night, I'd still had hope of keeping her away from me.
"Admit it," she says again.
"You've still got some shine," I grumble.
She grins at me. "And admit we're exclusive."
"What?" I ask in surprise, my head jerking back. Before I can even think what that means, I'm already denying her. "No way."
Her smile dies. "Admit it or you aren't getting any more from me."
I cock an eyebrow at her, because I don't believe a fucking word of it. She and I are explosive together, and for a woman who likes sex as much as she does, she's not giving it up any more than I am right now. Besides, I've never committed to a woman in my life. Granted, I don't have any desire to fuck anyone else, but I'm not letting myself start down a path that could end up badly.
We engage in a staring war--my gaze telling her I'm not budging--and when I think she might capitulate, she surprises the shit out of me and turns away. Stopping at the shed door, she looks back and says, "Don't bother calling unless you're willing to fuck me exclusively
."
"Calling?" I ask dumbly.
"Yeah, I programmed my number in your phone just a bit ago before I came out here. You really should set a password on that thing. I also left you some naked pictures of me for your viewing and jacking pleasure, but unless you promise I'm the only one for you in the sack, that's all you'll have."
And with that, she gives me a wink and leaves.
I'm left standing there shaking my head, completely unable to get my footing where she's concerned.
Chapter 12
Simone
I rummage through the fridge, needing something in my stomach before I go into work tonight. It's a long eight hours to be smelling delicious food and not tasting. We get a half-hour break to eat, but I'm squirreling away every penny I earn, so I'm not about to spend it on overpriced burgers at Lulu's.
Sadly, there's beer and more beer in the fridge. Not even a cold pizza.
With a sigh, I close the door and turn to the cabinets to search for an old box of Cheez-Its or something when my phone rings.
The song is "You Are My Sunshine," which means it's my mom calling. She sang that to me every night before bed when I was a kid.
My smile is big as I answer, "Hi, Mom."
"Hey sweetie," she says in that voice that just warms me from head to toe knowing I have her unconditional love no matter how much of a fuck-up I am. "Checking in on you."
"I'm good," I tell her as I walk into the living room and plop down on the couch. "Leaving for work soon."
"How's it going?" she asks. She also thinks I work in a call center, and I do not like lying to her. It doesn't cause me as much heartburn to lie to my brothers, but doing so to my mom weighs on me.
"It's fine," I say, and then quickly change the subject. "But I've got applications in at a bunch of places; my goal is to hold two jobs. Once I do that, I'll be able to start sending you and Dad some money each month."
She's silent for a moment, and I know she's warring with herself. I'm sure she's still pissed at me for throwing away my education with so little thought. But she also wants me to be happy, and she's proud of me for trying to make it right.