Page 51 of The Arrangement

“What was that?” Margaret asked, clearly startled.

“Nothing,” JD quickly covered. “Just knocked my knee against the counter.” I was fit to be tied when suddenly he slipped his hand beneath the counter, carefully seeking out my head, until he could gently hard his fingers through my hair. Conveniently, right where I’d happened to bump it. Damn this man.

I wasn’t sure if it was retaliation or reward when I slowly took his length into my mouth. There was a lot of him and I had no ambitions of giving his dick the same treatment that he’d given mine, but it didn’t diminish my curiosity. I was mindful this time to stop well short of my throat, before sliding off him. As I took him back inside, a burst of precum exploded on my tongue, taking me off guard. That fucking liar. There wasn’t anything remotely sweet about that. It might as well be saltwater. He was damn lucky I liked saltwater, liar face.

“I’m sorry, you were saying,” JD prompted her. For half a second I might have actually considered biting him, but that was a level of cruelty beyond me.

“Right, anyways. I know Alex is off doing… Alex things.”

The dismissive way she talked about my sister had a growl rolling out of my throat before I could call it back. JD’s fingers immediately tightened in my hair, and I struggled to get myself back under control. Easiest way to do that was to focus on what was right in front of me, which was currently JD’s dick in my mouth. I returned to bobbing my head, getting lost in thetextures and movement. Each subtle flex of JD’s fingers in my hair. Every fresh burst of saltiness on my tongue.

I hated that I felt like I was missing things. I wanted to run my hands up his torso, feel the coarse hair against my palms. Tug and suck on his balls the way he’d tugged on mine. Fuck, that had felt so good. I wanted him to talk tome, not stupid Margaret May. Call me baby boy in that low voice of his that never failed to perk my dick up.

“Marc’s the best,” JD said, his voice unusually loud all of a sudden. Shaking it off, I doubled down, chasing I didn’t even know what, but my dick was achingly heavy and I just wanted, just wanted…something.

“Uh… yeah, he’s good people. Anyway, you’ll let him know I stopped by?”

“Got it all written down. Nice to meet you, Margaret,” JD said, chipper as all get out.

Groaning, I stroked his dick in time with my bobbing. My jaw was aching something fierce, and I wasn’t sure when I’d stopped caring. Except then JD’s hand on my head was no longer tugging me closer, but pushing me away. Stubbornly, I fought him, essentially chasing after his dick as he tried to put it out of my reach. Fuckingrude.

I distantly registered the tinkling of bells, then JD’s hips lurched backwards, leaving me empty-handed and slack-jawed as ribbons of cum splattered across my face. I was still sitting there in shock as I watched JD tuck himself away and crouch down. He took one look at me and burst out laughing.

He held a hand out to help me up, not even trying to rein in his laughter. “The look on your face. You have no idea how badly I want to take a picture.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growled at him. “And what the hell was that about, anyway?”

“I wasn’t trying to come all over your face. I wastryingto warn you.”

Oh. That made a little sense. “Not that. Margaret.” I snatched the paper off the counter with her information on it, which he promptly took before I could ball it up and yeet it to the back of the store.

“She’s pretty cute, seems nice, plus she’s local. Thought you might like her information.” He shrugged as if it were nothing, but I felt like I was being torn in two. Was that what he wanted? For me to move on? Was this supposed to be some weird ass way of letting me down nicely?

“Was the blowjob that bad?” I blurted. God help me and my fucking mouth. Was it possible to buy a filter? Cause I needed one in the worst way possible, especially whenever I was around JD.

The smile dropped off his face like a fake mustache. “No, of course not. Don’t think that for one second.” Instead of using any of the numerous paper towels strewn about the shop from cleaning, JD pulled off his shirt and gently cleaned my face.

Good grief, was I shaking? Because one embarrassment wasn’t enough. I had to go and add a spiral to the mix. Goddamn Margaret May, we’d been having the perfect day before she showed up.

“I’m sorry, baby boy. I shouldn’t have laughed, and I shouldn’t have encouraged her to linger.” He set his shirt aside and rubbed my arms.

I shot him a look, still stuck between feeling way too vulnerable and madder than a wet hen. “Why did you?”

He opened his mouth, then seemed to rethink what he was going to say. “It was a poor joke. But joke or not, it was insensitive. Though in my defence, I was not expecting you to decide that was when you wanted to give your first blowjob.” He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, warmthspreading out from the contact even as his thumb unerringly found that spot that turned me to jelly. “Admittedly, I wasn’t able to see you.” He placed a soft kiss on my cheek. “I couldn’t touch you the way I wanted to.” An equally soft kiss on my other cheek. “Couldn’t let you hear how you were making me feel.” His lips ghosted over mine. “Couldn’t make sure you were enjoying yourself.” He rested his forehead against mine. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Mostly? Until you came all over my face,” I finished with an edge.

He huffed a laugh. “I was trying to warn you.”

“Which you wouldn’t have needed to do if you’d gotten rid of Margaret in the first place,” I grumbled, crossing my arms.

“Point taken, baby boy,” he said, caressing my arm from elbow to bicep. “How about I make it up to you?”

I raised an eyebrow. “And how do you plan to do that?”

He stopped rubbing my arm to stroke my shaft because, yep, my dick was still hanging out. “I have some ideas.”

“Mmm, your ideas do tend to be pretty good… most of them,” I added in a deadpan.