Kiss and Don't Tell(90)

She opens wider, and takes me deeper still until I’m continuously hitting the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag, she’s doesn’t even flinch, so I thrust inside and she takes me.

I’m a goner.

There’s no way I’m going to be able to—

“Ahh, fu-uck,” I shout as her hand slips to my backside and her finger presses into my tight hole. I slam my fist against the wall as my balls tighten.

She presses the finger in farther and I lose all sense of what the hell is going on. Her finger doesn’t stop until I’m panting, begging, and heaving.

Then, she takes me all the way to the back of her throat again, sucking hard.

She presses her finger in . . .

“Fuck! Fuck me,” I yell as my cock swells and I come in her mouth, down her throat. I come so fucking hard that I have to brace against both walls of the shower so I don’t fall. My cock pulses in her mouth, my cum still spilling as she pulls every last drop from me.

When my cock finally stops, I lean against the wall. She stands up and presses a kiss to my chest, then rinses off quickly and hops out of the shower. Unable to stand, I switch off the water and slowly sink to the floor as I catch my breath, my cock heavy across my leg.

A satisfied smile on my face, I look up at her as she towels off.

“What the ever-loving fuck was that?” I ask.

She smirks. “The best blow job you’ll ever receive.” She winks and then leaves the bathroom, a sway to her hips.

Yup, she’s right. Hands down, the best blow job I’ll ever receive. I think the only person who’ll be able to top that . . . is her.





The table is silent as I take a seat with my breakfast plate in hand. I can feel all sets of eyes on me as I scoot in my chair and pick up my fork.

Winnie is packing her things and, uh, taking a moment to herself. Apparently, she needs one after I tossed her up on the bathroom counter and went down on her. I had her lean against the mirror, her legs pulled to her chest again, and I teased and played with her clit until she was thrashing from her climax. I can still hear her moan and taste her arousal on my tongue.

There’s no mistaking we’ve been loud.

And there’s no mistaking that the boys heard us, even on opposite ends of the house. The pounding of my fist on the tile wall alone was evidence enough.

But I choose to ignore their stares as I stab a piece of egg and put it in my mouth.

“You know, I heard this weird sound this morning,” Taters says, breaking the silence.

Yup, here it goes.

“Sort of like . . . a donkey in heat,” he continues.

“Yeah, I heard that too,” Posey adds. “Like a heeeeee-haaaaawww, hehehe-hahaha.”

I did not fucking sound like that.

“You know, I thought it was more like a duck who got his bill stuck in a door.” Hornsby does a horrible impression of a duck while slapping the table.

The boys point at him and nod.

“Yes, that’s more accurate,” Posey says. “The duck is spot-on.”

I glance over at Holmes, who has his head down but a smirk on his face. No doubt he got the brunt of the noise since he’s in the same wing as us.

“I checked the backyard for a duck,” Hornsby continues, “but couldn’t find anything. Say . . . Lawes, did you happen to hear a duck this morning?”

Keeping my eyes on my plate, I shake my head. “Nope.”

“Funny, because the noises seemed to be coming from your end of the house. Holmes, any ducks in your room?”

“No, but I recall a donkey at one point.”

No, not Holmes, too.

“I remember the time I heard a donkey-duck in the hotel once. Two years ago. Do you guys remember that?” Taters asks.

Hornsby snaps his fingers. “I do remember that. Pounding on the walls. Hotel security was called.” Apparently, I like to pound on walls. Didn’t really know that about myself until now.

“Hey, didn’t that donkey-duck turn out to be”—all their eyes land on me—“our friend Pacey Lawes?” Posey asks.

Knowing this isn’t going to end, I lean back in my chair and say, “I’m not going to talk about it. Winnie deserves more respect than that.”

“Uh-huh,” Hornsby says. “Getting in a goodbye before you leave?”

“I cancelled my flight.”

All kidding flies out the window as the boys focus on me.

“What?” Taters asks. “Doc is expecting you. Why the fuck would you cancel? If you say it’s for the girl, I’m going to murder you.”

“It is for Winnie,” I say and try to continue, but Taters slams his fork on the table.

“You’ve known her for a week. A fucking week. And you’re going to—”

“I’m still going,” I say in a stern tone. “But today Winnie is going to confront an uncle she’s never met, and then she’s driving back home. I wanted to be there for her. Asked her to drive me to Vancouver.”

The tension in the room eases, but only slightly.

“When are you leaving for Vancouver?” Hornsby asks.

“Right after we’re done at her uncle’s.” I fork some eggs and say, “I promise, I’m going to get checked out.”

“When?” Taters asks, still looking pissed.