Page 46 of Grift

Her eyes track around the apartment, as if saying “look where waiting for others to step up landed me.” It’s like a kick to the gut, mostly because it’s right.

“I expect you to trust me,” my voice is low, a threatening rumble. “I take care of what’s mine.”

What’s mine. And in that instant, I’d tell you that this woman is definitely mine.

She looks away from me. “I’ve seen the lengths you’ll go to so that you can protect your family, Patrick. The truth is that I’ve just never had anyone go to those lengths for me.”

That’s when it hits me, all of it.

What’s happened to her. Everything that’s brought us to this moment. And the fact that she still feels alone, despite the fact that I’m standing right here.

“You say you’ll protect me, but you won’t even touch me,” her voice is small and shaky.

Shit. This is dangerous territory.

It’s not that I don’t want her. Quite the opposite. She’s the only thing I can think about. One look at how often we’ve practically ended up in bed – or some version of it – should be enough to tell her everything she needs to know. Just spending time with her is getting me tied up in knots, too much in my head and in other parts to make good decisions.

“It’s not like that,” I try.

But when she looks at me, there’s an intensity in her eyes that sparks to match my own. “It’s not? Then touch me.”

The dare, the command, is such a shift that for a second it leaves me reeling. I’m used to being the one in charge. Dominating. But part of me wonders if taking things further with Jessica might help her find the confidence that she wants. The agency that she’s been missing. And might give me a chance to find some of the things I occasionally like in my private life. But with a partner, rather than as part of some transactional experience.

“I’ll do anything you want. Tell me, Jessica.”

She shocks me completely by dropping to her knees in front of me.

Blood starts pounding in my ears. Tentative fingers reach up and undo my belt buckle, zipper and the button on my pants. The proximity of her, the intense focus on my groin while she works the problem, the heat of her breath. My cock is hard, again. She didn’t anticipate the boxers below, and in a moment of frustration, she just yanks them down.

It’s not the most graceful thing, but it might be one of the hottest. My cock is totally erect and straining for her. She reaches up with soft fingers, one fingertip trailing around the sensitive head. It’s been awhile.

Fuck.

She reaches up with one hand and brings the head of my cock close to her lips. She wraps it in her fist and then she traces it experimentally with her tongue, creating an explosive sensation that shoots straight into my balls. They tighten in response, like I might be in danger of losing control.

For fuck’s sake.

It’s been a long while.

Exploring with her tongue, she swirls circles around the head and under it. The feel of her soft lips enveloping me pulls every sense I’ve got, and I’m fighting my hips that want to thrust as she takes me inside her mouth and begins to suck. Wet, soft, warm, welcoming.

My eyes close against the tide of pleasure, when she abruptly stops.

“Look at me.” It sounds like a question. But I recognize it for the command it is. It didn’t seem like my cock could get harder, but just the suggestion of her desire, of her being in charge, takes me somewhere that I’ve never been.

Holy Christ.

My eyes open, finding her gaze as she takes me in her mouth again, slipping her tongue over me, around, sliding fingers up and down the base of my cock. I give an involuntary thrust and her eyes widen, and she makes a moaning sound that sends vibrations shuddering down my shaft.

I’m in serious danger of losing control.

God, I’m so close. Not like this. As if reading the plea in my eyes she pulls back and gives me a little smile.

“And that’s all you get. Just like you left me the other night.”

This bolder, braver, more demanding Jessica? Oh yes. I love it.

But when I smile, it’s pure predator mode. “Not a chance, baby.”

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