Page 69 of Edging Coach
I almost whined. After too many days of only seeing him like this on a FaceTime screen, of wishing from a distance that I could lick up every drop of cum he left on his hand and his abs, I wanted it all now. His cum, his dick—fuck, I needed to take every inch of that impressive cock in my mouth.
“That what you want, Jack?” he teased. “You want my hand out of the way so you can blow me?”
I couldn’t help licking my lips. “Yes. Yes, Sir. I…” I flicked my eyes up to meet his. “Fuck my mouth. Please. Please, Sir.”
He bit back a groan. “Mmm, fucking your mouth would be amazing, wouldn’t it?” His fingers twitched in my hair, pulling harder. “Nice and slow, watching myself slide in and out of those gorgeous lips.”
The whimper escaped this time. My own cock was woefully neglected. I needed some friction, goddammit, but he hadn’t given me permission.
“Sir…” I couldn’t help it. “Please?”
“Or maybe you want it rough,” he went on, tightening his grip as he picked up some speed. “Maybe you want me to pound into your mouth until there’s tears and cum all over that pretty face?”
“Yes,” I panted. “That. Slow. Fast. All of it. I… Yes, Sir. Please.”
He closed his eyes and groaned. He was pumping himself furiously now, still holding me dangerously close without actually letting me taste him.
Gazing down at me again, he whispered, “You’re hungry for dick, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Hungry for… Hungry for yours, Sir.”
“Uh-huh.” The corners of his mouth rose. “You so are.”
And then, without warning, he pulled me forward and thrust into my mouth. I almost came myself as he forced his cock almost to my gag reflex, and with a throaty groan that sounded like Quebecois profanity, he flooded my mouth with cum. He held me there, hips twitching a little as he tried to buck deeper into my mouth.
With a ragged sigh, he released my hair, and I sat up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. He gazed down at me. I gazed up at him. We were both out of breath even though only one of us had come.
Then Devon leaned down, tipped up my chin, and kissed me as if he wanted to taste himself on my tongue.
When he relented, he looked right in my eyes.
“We’re going to have so much fun this week, Jack.”
CHAPTER 20
DEVON
I hummed to myself as I cooked scrambled eggs, fried bacon, toasted toast, and sliced tomatoes.
Jack must be so fucking tired.He’d yawned continuously through the movie, but had resisted any urging from me to go to bed. I could’ve ordered him, but as he lay curled against me under a blanket and we watched a fantasy movie he swore he was interested in, I’d let him carry on the charade that he wasjust stretching my jaw.Had to say—that was an original line.
After the movie ended, we brushed our teeth and slid under the sheets. Naked, of course. His eyes drifted shut, even as he tried to fight the fatigue. As he admitted he hadn’t been sleeping well since Buffalo, I ran my fingers through his hair, using just the right amount of fingernail to soothe.
He was asleep within thirty seconds. In that sleep, I was able to coax him onto his side so I could spoon him.
When I awoke this morning to rain lashing against the window, he’d continued to snore lightly. I’d extricated myself, showered, dressed, and headed to the kitchen.
Still, he slept on.I’ll go in and wake him shortly. I don’twant his sleep cycle to be off so he can’t sleep tonight.I considered.Well, I am going to put him through his paces. He might need a nap…
“I should be doing that.” Jack barreled into the kitchen, pulling on one of the bathrobes provided. “I’m so sorry—” He desisted when I held up the spatula.
“Relax.” I gestured to a stool at the kitchen island. “I don’t require you to serve me. Yes, I’m in charge. I also find cooking relaxing—when I have time. You need to eat and conserve your strength.” I eyed him. “Have you pissed?”
He shook his head.
I rolled my eyes. “Piss, we eat, you shower, and you put a plug in your ass.”
His eyes widened.
