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Got it.

In all honesty, sucking cock isn’t anywhere near as complicated as some of those websites made it out to be. Pretty sure men in general are just happy when the right person pays attention to their dick. Fair enough. Ed playing with my pussy is a thing of wonder. When I take half his length deep into my mouth, firm my lips around his width, and drag my mouth back up him, he groans. Then, when I have his cockhead in my mouth, interspersing lashing him with my tongue and sucking, he fists my hair, holding it tight.

Ha. So much for his treat Clementine like a delicate little doll bullshit. It only lasts as long as he thinks he’s in charge. Now I know for certain.

His cock swells and I can only fit so much of him in my mouth. But all good. I lick him and suck him and stroke him with my hand. It’s not exactly science so much as common sense. He reacts and I give him more of whatever made him happy. When the noises he makes get louder, his stomach muscles tensing. Just when I think he’s probably about to come, however, things abruptly change. I find myself suddenly on my back with Ed crouched over me. He pumps his cock vigorously until warm come spills over my bare stomach. His hot face is buried in my neck, teeth sunk into my skin again as he comes and comes.

At least he’s bit me on the other side this time. Both sides of my neck will match. His broad shoulders heave, the quiet of the room full of his panting. I totally nailed this. Honestly, I’d high-five myself if I thought I could get away with it without him noticing.

“Baby.” He sighs all happy like. “Hell of a wake-up.”

“Alarm clocks are so passé.”

“I’d take your mouth any morning.” He raises his head, fixing his lips to mine. There’s no light and easy. We kiss slow but deep. Morning breath be damned. And meanwhile, he’s spreading his seed over my body as if I’m a canvas or something. Pretty sure he even doodled a smiley face in it all.

“What are you doing?” I ask, looking down with a smile.

“Just marking what’s mine.”

“I see.”

His gaze turns somewhat wry. “I bit you again.”

“I know, and after all of your oh so gentle lovemaking last night.” I sigh. “You’re going to have to stop fighting it, Ed. Besides, I like you a little out of control.”

He shakes his head. “Just like I said, you always get your way.”

“But when we both win in the end, is that really such a bad thing?” I smile. “I match now. Got a love bite on both sides of my neck.”

And yet his smile is fleeting. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt your head or anything when I pushed you onto your back just now?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay, okay,” he groans. “I’ll try not to worry so much.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “That was a great blow job.”

“You’re welcome. Though I kind of got carried away and forgot to do a few things. For instance, apparently outlining the cockhead with the tip of your tongue works well.”

“You can save that for next time,” he assures me with a grin. “Sounds like you’ve been doing some research.”

“Oh, I have. Question, do you not like me swallowing?”

He lifts one shoulder. “Do what you like. I just felt like covering you in my come and went with it.”

“Huh. Okay.”

With a final kiss, he picks up a T-shirt off the floor (the one he stripped off last night when we were in a hurry to get naked) and wipes off my belly. I stretch and groan some when I get to my feet. Ed, meanwhile, strips the top sheet off the bed and proceeds to wrap me up in it.

“I kind of need my arms,” I say.

“It’s just to get you to the shower without my brother seeing anything interesting.”

“You do realize he only pretends to flirt with me because it annoys you.”

A grunt as he heads for the door au naturel.

The man’s swaddled me so well I can barely walk, but I shuffle down the hallway with him close behind. From the kitchen comes the sound of feminine giggles. I raise my brows and once the bathroom door is shut behind us say, “I think Shannon had a sleepover with Leif.”

Another grunt. Blow jobs or not, Ed’s no more of a morning person than I am.

“And you’re walking around bare-ass naked,” I say. “Hope she didn’t see anything.”

He gets the water going, testing the temperature with his hand. “Shannon’s not interested in seeing my ass.”

“I don’t know. It’s a very attractive ass.”

“You’re funny.” Glad he thinks so. I drop the sheet and follow him into the small space. “Turn around. I’ll wash your hair.”

“Thanks.”

Few things compare to him rubbing shampoo into my scalp. Ed and his magical fingers. “Clem, you’re not really worried, are you?”

“Worried?”

“About Shannon.” There’s a slight thread of tension running through his voice. And who can blame him, given the catastrophe my last bout of jealousy triggered? So I take my time, considering the question with all due seriousness. “No. If you were actually interested in her you’d tell me, we’d break up, then you’d make your move. And if she was interested in you, despite apparently banging your brother, I’d kick her ass with my newfound self-defense skills.”