Page 33 of The Hang Up

He looked up at me under those dark lashes. “But not today?”

I almost changed my mind. He needed a good smack on the ass. “I’m busy at the moment—”

He giggled as I mouthed his stomach and pushed my head away. “No, I can’t. Joshua, stop.”

“You can’t?” I kissed the tip of his nose.

“Jesus. I’m not a teenager anymore. I need recovery time.”

“How much recovery time?”

“You had your chance when I was eighteen—”

I covered his mouth with my hand. “Nope. Still not going there.”

He squirmed to get up, and I sat beside him. “Do you still have the dessert?”

“Bella’s holding it for us.”

He blushed at that. And I touched his cheeks because I could. “Let’s have dessert,” he said, taking my fingers and kissing them. “Then I’ll let you practice your BJ skills on me because I’m a giving type of guy—”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded. “So giving.”

“And then…I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

Much later, after lemon meringue pie and Brock’s recovery, the time had come for me to prove my ineptitude. “So,” I asked when I couldn’t stall any longer, “how do you want to do this?”

We’d just finished cleaning the kitchen because that was a thing with him, even though I had people to clean for me.

He looked up and away as if considering my question. “Your mouth. My dick.”

“You are such a—” I cut myself off because I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted. Okay, I was going to give him what he wanted. A blowjob. But I wouldn’t give him the reaction he was looking for. “Do you want to do it on the bed? Or the living room? Or standing up?”

He leaned over and kissed me, tasting like lemon. “It’s cute that you’re nervous about this, but don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

“It’s been a long time since I felt like this. Unsure. Not knowing what I’m doing. But being with you, I’m getting used to it.”

He narrowed his eyes like he wasn’t sure how to take that. Then he said, “How are your knees?”

I scoffed. “I’m not that old.”

“It’s just a question, Joshua.” He grinned. “I don’t want your arthritis to set in.”

And then he couldn’t talk anymore because I picked him up, swung him over my shoulder, and smacked his ass. “Where to? Up against the fridge?”

“Bella needs a rest. How about the bedroom? In case you get tired—eek,” he squealed as I gave him another smack.

I carried him to my room, but instead of throwing him on the bed, I put him down and backed him into the wall. A flash of black fur told me Bagheera wasn’t happy we’d interrupted his nap. The excitement in Brock’s eyes already had me half-hard. Although I’d been in that state for much of the night. I grabbed for his briefs, and he touched my hands to stop me.

“You might want to get a pillow. For your knees.”

“Sweetheart—”

“I’m not joking,” he said with a laugh. “This isn’t a joke. It’s easier on your knees with a pillow. That’s all I’m saying. And a towel for your beautiful carpet.”

I rolled my eyes, but I got the pillow and towel to make him happy. I was nervous, but I wasn’t sure why. I was hard thinking about it, so I wanted it. It was just new. What if I sucked at it? Okay, that was the point, but I wanted Brock to enjoy it. I dropped to my knees and looked up at Brock. He was grinning. And that was what I focused on. Wiping that grin off his face. I started with the part I knew. Holding on to his hips, I kissed the skin on his stomach right above the edge of his boxer briefs. He watched me. No longer laughing. His eyes were intense as he grabbed my hair. And. Wow. God yes.

His cock was hard. I could see the outline of it through his underwear. I leaned in and put my face in the crease. Feeling the heat. The hardness. Smelling his scent. It was fucking amazing. His fingers tightened in my hair, and he let out a frustrated whine. I pulled his briefs down just past the tip. A little teasing. A little payback. There was already a bead of precum, and I took the very tip in my mouth and sucked.

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