Page 5 of When the Last One Falls
“It was about five years ago,” she said, waving her hand around dismissively.
“Why didn’t we know that?” Huntley asked, no longer choking. “You usually sharetoomuch.”
“Honestly, I’d forgotten about him,” she answered. “While he was good, I’ve had better.”
“Which would explain why he’d been easily forgotten,” I chuckled, not really surprised. Again, Dylan was unapologetically herself.
“How you went from such an active sex life to Sean is beyond me,” Huntley remarked.
“Toys,” Dylan explained, smiling. “I have a trunk full of toys, and Sean loves to use them on me.”
“Gotta love toys,” I agreed.
These days, I was a passionate advocate for toys. While I wasn’t a stranger to the occasional one-night stand, I hadn’t had one in ages. As far as boyfriends went, the last one that I’d had turned out to be a piece of shit. My family’s legacy wasn’t exactly a secret, and Lyle Pearson had been looking for a sugar momma when he had first asked me out. I’d fallen for it for approximately seven months before I dumped him for a headache-free existence.
“Hector still has his uses, so I’m okay in that department,” Huntley shared, and God bless her for making do with mediocre sex.
“Okay, no more talk about our crappy home lives,” Dylan announced. “Tonight is about getting drunk, venting about work, talking crap about people we hate, and dancing. Lots and lots of dancing.”
The rest of the night was spent doing just that. We talked about work, Huntley’s next trip back east for another acquisition, got caught up on the family front, and even reminisced about when Dylan had hooked up with Faron. According to her, Faron Golden was worth dealing with his temperamental ways, but not enough to get serious with, not that Faron and Dylan were meant to be a couple. They’d tear each other to pieces before the honeymoon was even over.
Walking into my condo, I headed for the bathroom, doing my best to ward off an epic hangover. Grabbing some aspirin, I popped two of them, then stuck my head under the facet to wash them down. Doing my best to wash the makeup off my face, I was grateful that Faron hadn’t taken me up on my offer to help him this weekend. I really wanted to sleep through my hangover, and that meant possibly sleeping until one in the afternoon.
I could only hope.
Chapter 4
Brantley~
My fist tightened in her red hair as I pushed her head further down my dick. We were supposed to be in an environmental proposition meeting, but her mouth on my dick had been the real purpose behind her visit. Again, the service that I employed to relieve my stress knew what they were about, and whenever I scheduled one of their working girls, they always sent her over under the guise of a professional businesswoman, working for a legit business. If my assistant suspected who and what they were, he’d hadn’t ever uttered a word about it.
It was fucking perfect.
I usually only gave my appointments one hour because I was fucking busy all the fucking time. In fact, I had a lunch meeting after this, one that Magnus and Onyx were going to join me for. We had an opportunity to snatch a potential business deal right out of Cormac’s hands, and I intended to make sure that we succeeded.
“Keep gagging on that dick, sweetheart,” I ordered as she pretended to struggle to breathe.
While I did have a big dick, this woman was a pro, so the struggle was all an act; something to appease my male fragile ego. Little did she know that my ego wasn’t fragile. I had passable looks, mountains of money, enough confidence to fill the Pacific Ocean, and a dick bigger than was average. Yeah, I had no problems with my ego.
Still, this was her job, and part of her job was to make sure that her clients felt like sexual kings whenever she was with them. Obviously, I had nothing against whores, but a man had to be stupid as fuck if he thought that all of their moans and cries for mercy were genuine. If she was new to the game, then maybe theyweregenuine, but that newness didn’t last long.
“Suck that dick, honey,” I ordered. “Make me cum like the professional you are.”
The fake gagging stopped as ‘Cherry’ paused the dramatics, then concentrated on her skills as a deep-throater. As soon as the tip of my cock slid down the back of her throat, my head dropped back on my chair, and I closed my eyes, letting her work my dick with her hot, wet, talented mouth.
Though nothing felt as spectacular as a tight, soft, warm, wet pussy, what man didn’t appreciate the selflessness of a blowjob. The woman did all the work, and if she swallowed, then there was nothing to clean up afterwards. Blowjobs were the perfect way to end a stressful day, and if I could get one without some female bitching about the kids, the house, or the in-laws afterwards, even better.
As I felt that tingle begin in the base of my spine, I did the gentlemanly thing and warned Cherry that I was close. “Don’t stop now, I’m about to cum down that sweet throat of yours.”
Cherry tapped my thigh, and having had her service me before, I knew what that meant. My fist twisted in her hair, pulling it painfully, then I started to fuck her mouth from beneath her head. My hips slammed upwards as I pushed her face down in my lap, and the rougher I got, the more painfully deep her nails dug into the muscles of my thighs.
Soon, I was grunting out my release, and she was swallowing it up like she’d been paid to do. Savoring every drop, she paused her breathing to make sure that she left me as clean as a whistle. Cherry didn’t stop until my dick started to soften and everything had been licked to perfection.
I stood up, stuffed my dick back in my pants, then helped her up off the carpet. She offered me a quick smile before heading towards the connecting restroom, already knowing her way. I watched her hips sway with feminine confidence, and even though she’d done a fantastic job of getting me off, I knew that I needed to get laid, and I needed to get laid soon. I hadn’t taken a day off in over three months and it was time. I needed one night to lose myself in some tight pussy, then I could get back to real life.
When Cherry exited the restroom, she looked just as immaculate as she’d had walking into my office an hour ago. Not a hair out of place, and her lipstick looked perfect. Looking at her, no one would suspect a thing.
“It was good seeing you again, Brantley,” she said.
