Page 37 of An Ex Affair

Her hand wrapped around my dick in a tight sleeve, her other hand gently cupping my balls. She didn’t waste a single second. She slid my length inside her lips and swallowed me down until her nose was buried in the hair I kept trimmed. She hummed as she slid back up and I felt that vibration all the way to my toes. Shivers wracked my body and I gritted my teeth to the point ofpain in my jaw. My dick was shiny with her spit and suddenly cold. She laved the tip with her tongue, over and over, teasing me while also not giving me what I need.

Some tiny voice in the back of my head that wasn’t just stuttering and shaking over a blowjob out of nowhere yelled at me that I was supposed to be mean to her. My fingers speared into her thick hair and I cupped the back of her skull. More than anything I wanted my dick back in that heat box of a mouth, not toyed with like she was currently doing.

“Hold on,” I warned her.

Her hands dropped away from my body and I took the path of no resistance and dove back into her mouth. She opened her jaw wide and greeted me with her rough tongue. I pulled back and instantly slammed back in, further this time. I felt her throat convulse, and while part of me winced at what was probably uncomfortable for her, the other part of me fucking loved it. So I kept abusing her mouth, in and out, pushing further down her throat each time. She let me, her head back, mouth open and her throat welcoming me.

Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes and I focused on them. How many tears did I shed when she left me behind? She groaned as I pulled out of her mouth, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in air. Then I noticed her hand going beneath the waistband of her shorts. No. There would be no pleasure for this woman tonight. I wasn’t joking. She’d have to work to get anything from me this time around.

I thrusted back into her mouth, harder than before. Her throat worked around me, gagging on me as darts of pleasure climbed up my back and into my balls. I took in the dishevelment of her hair, her face, the track of a tear that leaked out of the corner of her eye. I shot my load. Down her throat and spilling into her mouth, wave after wave of hot liquid. My eyes squeezed shut and every muscle in my body locked upin a pleasure so great I wasn’t sure I could stay on my feet. She swallowed me down repeatedly without a single grunt of displeasure.

Stepping back, I pulled from her mouth and opened my eyes. Cum and saliva coated her chin while she swayed on her knees. Her hair looked like the rat’s nest I teased her about. Suddenly I felt terrible for treating her that way. She didn’t deserve to be on her knees with any kind of anger in my heart, not when our divorce was a long time ago and I was partly to blame.

I reached down, pulled her up to her feet, and swept her into my arms. Laying her down on my bed, I held up a finger before spinning around and exiting the room. There was a hand towel on the rack in the bathroom, which I put under the faucet and then wrung out. Back in the bedroom, I gently wiped her face and then tossed the towel into the corner of the room as I sat on the edge of the bed.

She watched me, big brown eyes holding no contempt for how I just treated her. I slid a pair of sweats on and came back to the bed. I handed her her T-shirt, which she put on.

“Sorry, Tully,” I started.

She put her hand on my forearm and sat up. “Don’t be sorry. I told you to be mean to me.” Her reddened lips tilted up into a smile. “And I kind of liked it.”

I rolled my eyes, instantly feeling better about my behavior, but not willing to touch that statement with a ten-foot pole. Tully had been gone for nineteen years. There was a lot about her and about me that had changed over the years. Tonight I was too tired to sort through it all, so I climbed into bed, pulled her into my arms, and kissed the back of her head.

“Good night.”

“’Night, Colson,” she whispered back.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Tully

Dreamsof a warm summer day in LA had morphed into bars of steel around my body, pinning me in place. No matter how fast I churned my arms, I couldn’t get my legs to coordinate to escape the prison. Except when my eyes flew open, it was the inside of Colson’s room at Gigi’s place that held me, not a prison. And the bars of steel? Colson’s arms around me as he slept like the dead behind me.

Flashes of last night came back to me like a movie playing against the walls of my brain. The things I let him do to me. The way I’d never been more turned on in my whole freaking life. My eyes closed again, a weird mix of feelings making me want to get out of this room before Colson woke up. I wasn’t ready to face him in the light of day. I needed some time to wrangle all my feelings and try to name them and tame them before I had to stare into his whiskey-brown eyes and spar with him again.

I circled my fingers around his thick wrist and lifted it off my body. With a tuck-and-roll maneuver I was quite proud of at this age, I made it out of bed. I froze there, looking down at Colson.He looked so peaceful in sleep, much like his younger self. Without the mustache, he looked exactly like I remembered him from high school. Well. My gaze shifted south over the sheet that barely covered him, taking in his bulked-up physique. Maybe notexactlylike he was in high school.

My face heated and I made my limbs move, a blur of silent motion as I made it out of the room. The hinges creaked on the door, but I didn’t let that stop me. I stayed on my tiptoes as I went down the hall, staring down my door like it was the promised land. I only breathed once I made it into my room and had the door shut behind me.

“You’re an idiot,” I muttered to my reflection over the dresser against the far wall. Here I was, forty-two freaking years old and I was sneaking out of my ex-husband’s room in his mom’s house after letting him fuck my mouth until I choked. Where was Tully Cassio and why did she suddenly want to get on her knees again for that man?

Clothes. I needed clothes. And to do my hair. Jesus. That was truly a rat’s nest I saw in the mirror. I spent a good thirty minutes trying to apply product that would make my hair somewhat passable. I dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, figuring I’d help the girls over at Mama’s house today. Now that I was done with the fundraiser, I needed to get Mama’s place fixed up and then think about that job offer with Em.

But first. Coffee.

The pot was gurgling away when I went in the kitchen, the scent of roasted beans making my mouth water. I poured a cup before it was done, doctoring it with sugar and cream. The first sip was life giving.

“That first sip of coffee hits different after a late night, wouldn’t you say?” Gigi’s voice interrupted my bliss. I barely swallowed the hot liquid down without choking on it.

I turned around and saw her enter the kitchen, hair nicely brushed and dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt that said All I Need Is More Chickens. She had a knowing smile on her face that made me uneasy.

“I think Colson might disagree with that shirt.” I shifted to the side so she could get to the coffee pot. He wasn’t too fond of all of Gigi’s animals.

“I think Colson might disagree with you sneaking out after you snuck in.”

“Shit!” I jumped back and set the mug on the counter after spilling the hot coffee on my T-shirt. My face was as hot as the damn coffee.

Gigi tsked while she clinked her spoon around, stirring her coffee. “Oh, please. Don’t act so surprised. You two have been sneaking around going back decades. I can’t even count how many times I caught Colson sneaking out to go to your mama’s place when he should have been letting you sleep.”

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