Holding Her Hand (Reed Brothers Book 15)(38)

“I’m a man and my dick is hard and it’s in your mouth. I’m in heaven.”

She laughs around my dick, then she hollows out her cheeks and gives it a hard suck. She lays the side of her face on my stomach so that I can’t see her smile anymore, and I thread my fingers into her hair, palming the back of her head. She nods, telling me silently that it’s okay if I guide her. I push her head down a little, encouraging her to take a little more. Holding my breath, I thrust into her mouth and wait for her to say yes or no. Some women don’t like it. Some do. I have no idea what Lark likes, and neither does she. Until now.

Her hand circles my dick at the base, and she brings it up to meet her lips, and then goes back down again. Oh, shit. That feels really good. So good that it’s only seconds until I feel like I’m going to come.

I pull her hair gently to get her to stop, but she shakes her head and sucks harder. She wants me to come in her mouth? I can’t ask her if she’s sure because she’s facing away from me. “Lark,” I say out loud.

She nods again, and sucks harder. My balls feel like they’re going to crawl up my throat. Then she starts to hum. I can feel the vibration of it against my belly, and that’s all it takes. I come, holding tightly to her hair as I take small thrusts into her mouth, and she takes it, sucking hard, swallowing so hard I can feel it in her throat. Suddenly, she pulls back and I finish on my stomach, getting her hand wet.

She sits up, looks at me with a grin on her face, and holds out her wet hand. I start to jump up to get her a towel, since I just made a mess, but she waves me away. She goes to the sink, cleans up, and then runs butt-naked back to bed. She hands me a towel so I can wipe my stomach and then she dives under the covers.

I clean myself up and then I use my thumb to wipe the corners of her lips, which makes her blush. She just swallowed when I came in her mouth and now she’s blushing? “I think you’re amazing,” I tell her. And not just because she just let me come in her mouth. It’s all of her.

She rolls her eyes. “You’re a guy. All of you think blow jobs are amazing.”

“Well, that does cloud our brains. But you…you’d still be pretty special even if you didn’t just do that.”

She scrunches up her face. “Did I do it right?”

I wipe her lip again, even though it’s clean. “Well, if that happens, you did it right, you know?”

I pull the covers down and she grabs hold of them again, keeping them up by her chin. I kiss her until she turns to mush, and then I give the quilt a tug, and she lets it go. “You’re so beautiful,” I say, running my hands all over her stomach and hips, then I move to her boobs. “So pretty. I might never let you out of bed.”

I toss the covers over my head and move down. She doesn’t stop me. And in a few minutes, she’s kicking the covers down herself, grabbing my hair and pressing my face into her *, and I’m loving every second of it. She clamps down tight on my fingers as I push her over the peak, and I don’t let up until she makes me.

I crawl back up her body, suddenly tired, and I want to hold her. But she scoots to the side of the bed and starts to put her clothes on. “Where are you going?”

“I have to go home and get ready for your mom’s party.”

“Get ready here.” I really don’t want her to leave.

“I can’t. All my clothes are at home. And the present I got your mom is there.”

My heart clenches. “You got my mom a present?”

“Of course. It’s a birthday party, right?”

I nod. “I might be falling in love with you,” I blurt out.

She laughs and shakes her head. “I bet you say that to all the girls who give you blow jobs.”

I freeze. Because she’s wrong. So wrong. I haven’t ever said it to anyone. “No. I don’t.”

“Yeah, right.” She tosses her hair, pulling it free of her collar, and then she pulls it into a messy ponytail.

She puts her shoes on, but I can’t stand the thought of her leaving with her feeling like this, like I only said what I did because she sucked my dick, so I grab her as she walks by me and pull her back in bed, then roll her under me. “I didn’t say that because of what you did.”

She goes still beneath me. “Okay.” She avoids my eyes.

“It makes you uncomfortable when I tell you how I feel?”

“No…” But then she shakes her head. “Maybe… I don’t know.”

“I’d still be falling in love with you even if you didn’t do that.”

“Okay…”

I kiss her quickly. “I’ll show you.”

“Okay.” She nods. But she’s still being weird.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” I tell her, looking into her eyes.

“Okay.” She does that nod again, and it’s getting on my nerves, so I roll off of her and let her up. “Want me to come and pick you up? We can use my driver.”

“Sure.”

“What’s wrong?” She jabs her fists into her hips.

“Nothing.” Everything.

“You don’t want to use my driver?”

“No.” I shake my head. “That’s fine. Pick me up at noon.”