“D-Drew?”
“Yeah?” I lick at her again, forcing her hips to jerk away, her body too sensitive for more so soon.
“I can’t stand much longer.”
I’m on my feet in the next instance. “Good thing part two has you on your knees.”
I’m going to come the second I feel her breath on my cock. I just know it.
“Help me?”
Her lips are swollen from my mouth, wet and ripe, looking like a crisp apple I want to take a bite from.
With her hands in mine, I help her as she begins to lower herself. Jesus. Am I really going to let this happen? She’s going to suck my cock in the entryway of her father’s home.
“Izzy, wait.” I try to pull her up, but it puts her off balance. She releases my hand, hitting the umbrella stand to the right of the door.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, regaining her balance and looking up at me from her knees.
Jesus, fuck. I’m going to hell.
“Nothing. You okay?”
“Perfect,” she answers, her eyes drifting from mine to the front of my jeans.
My cock jerks in need.
“May I?” she asks sweetly as I reach for my zipper.
I drop my hands away, Izzy taking that as my answer, and the rasp of my zipper makes my nuts draw up.
“I’ve never—”
“Shh. It’ll be perfect.” Literally nothing short of her biting the head off could make this an unpleasurable experience.
“I’ve watched videos,” she whispers as my jeans are tugged open.
I groan when she pulls the elastic band of my boxers down, my cock falling heavily, right in front of her pretty face.
“Tell me if it feels good.” Her breath on the damn thing is nearly enough to make me paint her face, but I understand what she’s asking. Turning me on, pleasing me, turns her on, and fuck if that isn’t the sexiest situation to be in.
“Feels amazing,” I grunt when she wraps her tiny hand around the base.
“And this?” Forming a perfect O, she doesn’t waste time licking the head before pulling it into her mouth.
Fucking stars. Flashes of light. Is that St. Peter over there, because I’m in fucking heaven.
I nearly fall over when a fist bangs on the front door at Izzy’s back.
I have enough wherewithal to push my hand against it when the nob turns.
“Is everything okay?” my asshole of a brother asks from the porch. “I heard a crash.”
Izzy giggles, covering that perfect mouth with both of her hands.
“We’re fine. I knocked over the umbrella stand.” I grind my teeth after explaining, knowing full well I’d be on the porch beating his ass if my dick wasn’t out and still inches from Izzy’s face.
“Okay,” the traitor says. “See you in a minute.”
I listen to his boots on the wooden porch as he walks away.
“I need to go,” I grunt.
“Stay.”
“Can’t.” Was I really fixing to fuck this girl’s throat right here? I want her dad to respect me, and nothing about what we’re doing would garner an ounce of that. “But I will tell you I’m tired of being cockblocked.”
“You aren’t though,” Izzy says, her bright hazel eyes blinking up at me as she leans forward and sucks my cockhead right back into her mouth.
“Izzy.” I mean for her name to come out like a warning, but it’s a plea.
Forgiveness seems to be something I’m asking a lot of these days, and honestly, what’s one more thing?
I may have lasted longer than I thought I would, predicting I’d blow the second she touched me, but a handful of plunges into her greedy mouth isn’t much better.
“I’m coming,” I warn, probably blowing my load before Lawson even has time to make it back to his own yard.
Fuck, what a dismal performance on my part.
For never having given a blow job before, Izzy sure doesn’t seem to have a problem swallowing. The grimace on her face makes me chuckle.
“That bad?”
I help her stand, tucking my cock back in my jeans regardless of its objections.
“Not the best.”
“Can’t be too bad. Let me see.”
I take her mouth with mine, ignoring the taste of myself on her tongue. She moans, her arms going back around my body and making it nearly impossible to walk away.
“That’s so dirty,” she says when I muster enough strength to pull back.
“Can’t really be okay with you tasting my cum if I’m not willing to taste it myself.”
Her teeth dig into her lower lip.
“I like that sound you make.”
“When I come?” I’ve never really paid much attention.
She nods. “It’s like a cross between a grunt and a growl. Very manly. I want to hear it again.”
“Soon,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her cheek because her lips would be too much of a temptation. “See you tomorrow.”
I don’t look back at her when I step outside. Seeing her flushed cheeks under the porch light would leave me explaining to my brother in the morning why I never came home. Hell, he’d probably come right back over here in another five minutes if I didn’t leave.
“Have fun?” Lawson asks as soon as I step into the kitchen.
There’s no humor in his tone so I ignore him as I pull open the fridge. I don’t need a damn thing but a good night’s sleep, but I need to keep my hands busy.
“She’s a good woman, Drew.”
“I know.” I drop my head lower, looking inside at all the food but not focusing on anything in particular.
“She deserves better.”
“She’s a grown woman. What we do isn’t anyone’s business.”
“I’m not talking about what just happened between the two of you.”
“Then what?” I ask, standing to my full height to glare at him.
“Does it change anything?”
“In regard to?” I cock an eyebrow at him.
Lawson was always in my business as kids. He took on the fatherly role early on, but he’s crossing a line right now.
He sighs, his fingers flexing against the granite of the kitchen island like he’s resisting the urge to wrap his hands around my neck for being stubborn.
“Will you fight for yourself? Does being with her mean you’re finally going to open your eyes?”
“My eyes are fully open.”
“Your eyes have fucking hearts in them right now, and I don’t mean from whatever activity you just experienced. You’ve been watching her, tracking her. You love that girl, and you’re still going to walk away from her?”
“I’m not walking away from anyone,” I snap, unwilling to even think about the love comment. “I’m going to be dragged away in handcuffs. It’s not the fucking same.”
“And you have a little boy on the way.”
“My dad had a son too. Didn’t keep him out of prison.”
“You aren’t your father, Drew.”
“Aren’t I? Isn’t it better that I’m going to prison before he becomes dependent on me?”
“He needs you. She needs you.”
“She has an entire family of people to help her.”