Page 70 of The Other Guy

“Yeah, that’s not exactly what just happened. You didn’t urinate, Sierra.”

It takes me a few beats to figure out what he’s talking about but when it clicks, I have no idea how to react.

“Holy squirt.”

“Correct. Glad you’re catching on. I take it that was a first for you, huh?”

I nod, still wide-eyed. “You could say that.”

“It was for me, too.”

“Really?” That’s hard to believe. It seems to me that he’s a master when it comes to oral. He could give classes to struggling couples. He seemed to know exactly what would set me off.

“Was it that good that you question how often I’ve done it?”

I blush and look away. “No. It was hardly enjoyable at all,” I tease.

He responds by jumping over me and tickling me. Laughter fills his bedroom as I squeal and giggle. Twisting and turning to get away, even though I’m loving every minute of it.

“No more! This time I’ll probably pee for real!”

He chuckles and lets up, leaning down to kiss my neck. “Be right back.”

Jack stands from the bed and grabs a towel from the bathroom, returning to clean up the mess I created before sliding into bed beside me, tucking me in close. His chest rests against my back, arm stretched out under my neck while his other holds me to him.

I took a two hour nap earlier so I’m hardly tired. In fact, I’m pretty energized after what we just did together. And even though Jack isn’t pushing for more, his body is definitely telling me otherwise. I feel his hardness pressed against my butt and I wiggle a bit, smiling when he groans.

“Sierra,” he warns.

“Yes?”

“Don’t act all innocent. But give me a break.”

“A break? You don’t want…”

“Oh, I want. I want a lot. But I’m pretty happy right now.”

I turn around so I’m facing him, sliding my arms around his waist. “Me, too. But I think we’d both be happier if we had a little more fun.” I kiss his jaw then his throat.

He swallows hard and I smile against his skin. I wonder if he likes it as much as I did when he did the same to me. His hand goes to the back of my head and he pulls me to him for a hard kiss. “Yeah?”

“Mm hmm,” I hum, reaching between us and slipping my hand under the waistband of his boxers. He sucks in a breath when I wrap my fingers around him and squeeze just slightly before moving it up and down. I remove my hand for just a minute to wet it and when I grip him again, he falls to his back and moans, crossing his arms behind his head.

He thrusts into my hand as I keep working him, bending down and wrapping my lips around him, loving the way he seems to be losing control. His fingers tighten as they tug on my hair, pulling it up and away from my face so he can watch me.

His hips move in time with my mouth while I twist my hand and move it up and down.

“Holy shit,” he pants and it spurs me to on to continue. “Sierra.”

It’s not long before he’s tapping on my shoulder and with the afternoon I just had, I’m not sure that I’m prepared to stick with it until the end so I pull my mouth away and keep working him with my hand.

He shouts my name through his release, breathing heavily and fingers gripping my shoulder.

“That was… wow.”

I bite my lip and preen, resisting the urge to pat my own back at a job well done.

I hand him the same towel from earlier and he cleans up.

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