Page 23 of The Hooker

“Really. But enough about feelings. Let’s do feelings in Auckland, and you can get to sucking me.” I push her off my lap playfully until she’s standing in front of me, but she’s laughing so hard she has to clutch my shoulder to stay upright.

“Eager now, are we?”

“Look, he’s all lonely.” I point to the tent in my dress pants and pout at her.

“Well, I don’t want that.” And she gets to her knees in front of me and it’s not so funny anymore.

Daisy glides her hands up my thighs, over my sore muscles, and finds the zip of my pants. She drags it down carefully, and I suck in a breath when her fingers graze me.

She taps my thigh and says, “Up, please.”

I lift myself, so she can yank my pants to my ankles and sit back on the bed, thighs spread wide with Daisy between them, black briefs still on, hard dick attempting to push through the fabric.

We lock eyes, hers like warm golden syrup, soft and sweet. Daisy slips her fingers under the elastic of my briefs and that small touch causes muscles to tense and my dick to throb. She taps my thigh again and I lift up, and she tugs my underwear down to join my pants.

My dick slaps against my stomach, and I scrunch my nose at the obvious eagerness. We couldn’t be cool, could we? Daisy purses her lips, but her eyes light up with laughter and she can’t stop the curling at the corner of her lips.

“This won’t last long,” I say ruefully, staring at my swollen dick with pre-come already leaking at the tip. I swear I can see the vein on the left side fucking throbbing.

“That’s okay. I like how excited you are.”

She’s so close to me I can feel her breath on my skin, and I flinch at the sensation but shift my hips closer to her. “Don’t judge me if I only last ten seconds. I’ll be better back home.” I hope.

Daisy shrugs. “We’d figure it out.”

She leans into me and licks a strip up my swollen dick. I moan and my whole body tenses. Aches from the game are forgotten, and I can’t remember why I came to her room besides wanting to see her. Daisy stares up at me and wraps her lips around my tip and sucks me into her mouth. Warm and hot, she swirls her tongue around the tip, dipping into my slit, and bobbing her head down to take more of me.

“Ah, fuck.”

She swallows around me, and I reflexively thrust into her mouth.

Hands wrap around my base to guide how deep I can thrust, but she doesn’t push me away, just stares up at me and raises an eyebrow. Urging me on.

She does something with her tongue, and my hips rise off the bed and a breathy, needy moan escapes me. I didn’t know I could be breathy. What is she doing to me? My hand drops to her shoulder and clutches her close. Something low in my gut twists. My hands shake, and my balls draw tight.

“Daisy—Daze, I’m gonna—” I can’t even finish my sentence from what she’s doing to me, but she gets the message.

Her hand drops to cup my balls, and she rolls them in her hand while she sucks my tip. I pulse into her mouth and groan low in my throat but manage to keep my eyes open. No way am I going to miss her throat convulsing around me or her bright eyes scanning my face.

She draws off me with a pop and grins, wiping the corners of her plumped mouth. I pant hard and grab her with shaking hands and haul her on top of me as I fall back onto the bed. I kiss her swollen lips and dip my tongue into her mouth. Pulling away before I pass out from lack of oxygen, I drop my head to her shoulder and breathe her in, arms wrapped around her waist. Fingers sift through my hair, and I sigh in contentment. I ignore the fact my limp dick is hanging out, and my pants and briefs are tangled at my ankles.

When I catch my breath and the cold starts to shrivel my balls, I pull away from her shoulder to see her face. I shift hair from her eyes and kiss her softly.

“You sure you don’t want me to do the same?” I ask, even though it’s difficult to keep my eyes open and lethargy has spread through my body. I just want to wrap her in my arms and fall asleep. But if she says yes, I’ll jump at the chance to go down on her. It probably won’t be my best work, but still. Enthusiasm has to count for something.

“I’m sure.” The skin around her eyes crinkle when she smiles. “I kind of like being the one not falling asleep. You’re adorable.”

I gasp in false offence. “I’m manly.”

“You’re manly on the field. When you’re with me, you’re adorable. Especially post-orgasm with your dick out.” We glance at my shrivelled dick, and she giggles. “It looks a bit mournful.”

“That’s not mournful, that’s fulfilled.”

Daisy huffs a laugh and kisses my cheek. She runs a hand down my thigh and taps my ass, causing me to jump. “Off you go before we both fall asleep and make our lives difficult tomorrow.”

I pout at her but know she’s right. I stand and fix my clothing while she stays lying on the bed watching me. I sit beside her and lean down, bracketing her head with my arms and kiss her again, keeping it soft and slow so it doesn’t turn into anything else.

“All right. But when we’re home, it’s gonna be you and me in bed without the distraction of work.”

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