“Sadie.”
Reese’s growl sent shivers down my spine.
I sucked harder.
“Gonna blow in your mouth, baby.”
That was what I was going for though I couldn’t tell him that with a mouthful of cock.
I swirled my tongue around the tip, then went lower to the part just under the head. The place I knew drove him wild before sliding down his length and taking him to the back of my throat.
“Jesus, fuck, baby.”
As it turned out, I could torture Reese with my mouth. Thankfully, it was the good kind of torture that normally led him to yanking my mouth from his cock so he could flip me on my hands and knees and take it home.
But right now I didn’t want that.
I wanted to give him this. I wanted him to blow in my mouth, something he’d only done a few times.
With that in mind, I added my hands. One wrapped around his shaft, and I started stroking in time with my mouth. The other went lower and cupped his balls. I’d never done this—held a man’s balls. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do with them but when Reese’s hips jerked off the bed and he hissed out a groan I figured he liked it.
But again, a mouth full of cock meant I could ask.
Luckily for me, Reese was good at giving direction.
“Slow your mouth, Sadie. I wanna enjoy this another minute.”
I did as he instructed.
“Want your ass up here where I can reach it. Don’t lose my cock, baby, but shift up here.”
I wanted to deny him, give him this without getting anything in return. But if Reese wanted something while we were in bed, he got it. Period. That didn’t mean he demanded I do things I didn’t enjoy, it meant that he controlled the pace, the positions, and the orgasms. And since his control meant I was having the best sex in the history of sex, I gave him whatever he wanted.
He dropped one of his bent knees, so I could maneuver over it and scoot my knees next to his chest. I managed to do this without losing his cock, but my rhythm suffered, and I lost purchase on his balls.
Once I was settled, Reese lifted my left knee and placed it on his chest.
“So fucking wet, it’s dripping down your thigh.”
I had no doubt. From the moment my lips had wrapped around his thick cock I felt the wetness between my legs. That was what made sucking him off so hot. While I was torturing him, I was torturing myself. I was pretty sure if Reese gave me enough time, I could orgasm just from blowing him—that was how much it turned me on.
“Hand back to my balls.”
I cupped his balls just as he pushed two fingers inside of me. My hand reflexively squeezed a little too tight.
Reese grunted and I moaned.
“A little less than that but more than before. Roll and tug.”
Roll and tug?
I could’ve figured it out if his fingers weren’t curled inside of my pussy rubbing the special spot that never failed to send zaps of electricity throughout my body.
But I was willing to give it a try. I rolled gently but when I tugged, I gave them a soft squeeze.
“Exactly fucking that, baby.”
I found a new rhythm and added more suction, loving the sounds he was making. Grunts and groans that catapulted me closer to my orgasm. I licked on upward glides, sucked hard on the way down. I got braver and tugged harder. He adjusted his hand and went after my clit, making me lose my concentration.
“Change of plans,” he growled.
Before I could protest, his hands went to my hips, he jerked me up and settled his mouth on my pussy.
There was no build-up. No slowly allowing me to get acclimated to the new position. He sat me on his face and ate. Teeth and tongue and lips.
And from there it was a race to the finish.
He won. Not that I had a chance of winning. He was so good with his mouth and his control was such that he could hold out as long as he wanted. It would’ve been annoying if it wasn’t so damn spectacular.
I moaned my orgasm around his cock. My thighs trembled, my back arched and locked, and white-hot pleasure seared through me. I was still panting the last spasms of my orgasm when Reese rumbled, “Lose the hand and finish me off with your mouth.”
I unwrapped my hand and bobbed faster. I now understood why when Reese was done going down on me he licked his lips and told me he loved the way I tasted. I never in a million years would’ve guessed I’d think that was sexy. But more, I never thought I’d agree. I was addicted to the way he tasted. Not only the way his cock tasted but his mouth and his skin. I could and had spent time licking and tasting his skin. Everything about him was perfect because he was mine.
“Fuck, Sadie, your mouth is so damn sweet.”
I loved that he thought that.
“Gonna come, now.”
I felt the first hot jet and slid my lips to the root and swallowed. I swallowed more and more and with each swallow, I continued to massage his balls.
“Baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
His hips jerked up again and he kept spilling into my mouth.
By the time he was done I swallowed what I could and the rest leaked down my chin.
I felt his body go from taut to limp. I slowly started sliding my mouth up and down, not ready to lose him completely.
“Can I tell you something without you getting pissy?” he asked.
That was never, ever, ever a good way to start off a question with a woman, and especially not in bed. But still, I nodded.
“By and far, you’ve got the best mouth I’ve ever had. Best pussy. Best lay. Never had better. You’ve given me some great blowjobs, baby. But that, hands fucking down was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. Thought I was gonna pass out, it felt so good.”
Well, I didn’t necessarily like the reminder he’d had other women but I wasn’t a virgin when I met him so what could I say? And the flip side to that was I was reaping the benefits of his experience, so in the end, I was coming out on top, so what the hell did I care?
I smiled around his cock before I pulled off.
I couldn’t stop myself from squirming, seeing it still semi-erect resting on his belly.
“You want more, baby?”
I always wanted more.
“I always want more.”
I knew he caught my meaning when he softly said, “I know you do, baby.”
A few minutes later he set about giving me more.
More of himself and more orgasms.
I was draped over Reese, my head on his chest, and I was drifting off to sleep.
My body felt like a wet noodle and I was so tired I was dreading going to work tomorrow. Not because it was late. Reese was always mindful of my schedule and made sure that no matter how creative he got with our lovemaking we were done early enough for me to get a full eight hours of sleep. So it wasn’t a lack of sleep; I was running on empty and I had been for months. I couldn’t remember the last time I took a day off. And now that I was thinking about it I was wide awake.
“I think I need to hire another employee,” I said into the dark.
Reese’s hand on my hip stopped gliding. But it started moving again as he said, “I was thinking about that this morning. Meant to talk to you about it tonight. But we’d already talked about…” he trailed off.
I didn’t need him to remind me who we’d talked about. And I also didn’t want to remember how disappointed Reese looked when he had to ask me if I’d checked references and previous employers of the idiot who shall remain nameless. I had checked his references and past employers, which made Reese’s eyes light up when I told him. So I took that as a good sign, moved on putting the nameless idiot out of my head, and went back to icing a wedding cake. Reese went into my office and shut the door. I figured he did that because he was making calls he didn’t want me to listen to. I was a-okay with that.
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
“Just that, you hiring someone so you can take a day off. You work your ass off and I know you enjoy what you do, you like working hard. But there’s hard, and then there’s burnout. You need a day off, baby. And not just because I like having a lazy morning with you and a full day to take you somewhere. Straight up, you need a break to refill your reserve.”
In many ways, it was great having a man who was astute and watchful. Bossy only in the best of ways. Controlling when it meant orgasms were involved. Protective, but with a mind to my feelings.
But the very best part of Reese was him wanting to take care of me. As the days slid by, I began to grasp what he’d meant when he told me he’d wanted me to need him. He’d explained it then, and we’d hashed it out, but he’d been wrong and he didn’t realize it. He didn’t need me to need him in the ways he said. He wanted to take care of me. That’s what he needed. And in return, he needed me to take care of him. He needed us to be a united front, he needed to know he could count on me. I needed that, too. And I wasn’t taking care of him by working eighty-four hours a week, week after week. I had a business to run but I still had a life to live and a man in my life who deserved my time.
“I’ll ask the girls if they know anyone who needs a job. If they don’t, I’ll put an ad out in the paper. And before you ask—which will not be asking but telling me—yes, I’ll have you run a background check on them. And while I cannot legally discriminate, I will do my very best to hire a woman.”
“Good.”
That was all he said.
“Thank you for taking care of me.”
“My pleasure, Sadie. Never doubt that, yeah?”
It would be impossible for me to doubt it. Every day, multiple times a day he shows me.
“You know it’s my pleasure to stand next to you,” I whispered.
“I know.”
Then I used his word and settled in.
“Good.”
In the warm cocoon of Reese’s arms, I fell asleep.