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“I know you’re not. That’s my point. You’re not even just basically selfish like a lot of men would have been in your position. So I’m thanking you.”
“Fine,” he mumbles, glancing away from me for the first time. “I got it.”
I’m not sure what gets into me, but I’m hit with a surge of a warm sort of pleasure. All of it directed toward him. I’ve had a decent week after my breakdown, and I’m feeling better about everything, including Levi.
I lift myself higher on my knees so I can run my hands across his thighs over his trousers. “Are you going to get grumpy every single time I thank you?”
“Maybe.” There’s the smallest glint in his dark eyes. “You got a problem with that?”
“I just don’t think being thanked is reason enough to get grumpy.”
“You do know me, girl, don’tcha? Any reason is good enough for me to be grumpy.”
I giggle helplessly, exactly as he wants me to.
It’s then, only then, that I notice he’s getting hard. There’s a noticeable bulge at the front of his pants. Oddly thrilled by this realization, I keep rubbing his thighs, slowly moving closer to his groin as I do.
He groans and stares at me as I intentionally tilt my head down toward where his erection is trapped beneath the fabric of his trousers. He shifts his hips. “I guess you decided a little torture is on the menu for today.”
“Not torture.” I reach down to undo the button and zipper. “Butsomethingis on the menu for today.”
“You don’t gotta do that for me. I don’t want no pity blow job.”
I choke on a laugh and glance back up at him. “A pity blow job?”
“You know what I mean.” He’s turned on. No doubt about that. But he’s being serious right now. “You got no duty to do this.”
“I know I don’t. It’s not pity. And it’s not duty. It’s… because I want to make you feel good. Is that all right?”
There’s a pause, and I honestly don’t know what he’s going to say. He’s not a predictable man, and there’s a lot going on inside him that he never reveals to the world. “Yeah,” he finally says with a rough edge to his voice. “That’s all right.”
Relieved, I finish unfastening his pants and carefully pull them down with his underwear enough to retrieve his cock.
I’ve given blow jobs before. Not a ton but it’s not entirely new to me. But I’ve never really wanted to. It’s always been because my boyfriends wanted them, and it felt like a normal thing for a girlfriend to do. I always did my best, and my boyfriends never complained.
But I neverwantedit.
Not like I want to do this for Levi right now.
He must be misinterpreting my hesitation because he says gruffly, “You can stop anytime, sweetheart.”
I smile up at him. “I don’t want to stop. But I’m not the world’s expert at this, so you might need to give me some tips.”
He huffs in amusement, but the laughter changes to a groan as I lean over and give the tip of his cock a hard suck. “Jesus Christ!” His hips come all the way up off the seat. “Give me a little warnin’, girl, or I’ll blow my whole load in two seconds.”
I’m shaking with silent laughter as I pull my head back and stroke him with my fingers. His words should have felt crude, but they don’t. I have no idea why.
I play with his shaft and his balls for a minute and then lower my face again. With a quick upward glance, I say, “This is your warning.”
He smiles. It’s a real, honest-to-God smile. “Got it.”
I take him in my mouth, adjusting both my stance and my cheeks before letting him slide out and trying again after better using my lips to cover my teeth. I set a steady rhythm of sucking, bobbing my head as I do, and thrills of excitement keep rising at every sign of his visceral response.
I can’t take him very deep. I’m afraid I’ll gag. But he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. He’s holding my head in both his hands, helping to guide my speed and rhythm, and he’s muttering out the hottest things I’ve ever heard.
About how good I’m taking him down. How hard I’m sucking him. How I’m giving him exactly what he needs. How no one has ever made him feel as good as I am right now.
I’m flushed and damp with perspiration and hotly aroused when he falls out of rhythm. He gives me a heads-up, but I don’t let him pull out of my mouth. He comes hard and loud, and I swallow all of him down. He holds my head in place as he works through every last twitch of his release.
