Page 61 of Petals of Blue: Part One
"You're gonna suck my cock to keep your sassy mouth quiet, and while you're at it, you're going to fuck your wandering hand."
He raises a dark brow and smirks up at me. He must either be as impatient as me or realize just how fucking serious I am because he reaches for my crotch.
My breathing turns ragged as he undoes my jeans. His large hand pulls me free, and I sigh in relief only for my lungs to stutter when he sucks me down his throat in one move.
"Fuck," I hiss. His hair is in my fist a moment later. Unable to control myself, I dominate his mouth until he's gagging and drooling out the sides. Cursing again, I pause and nudge his hip with my foot to get him moving on his own cock.
He moans and flicks his gaze up to me. While my balls draw up in appreciation for the sexy man on his knees, my heart thumps extra hard because he'sDeclan.MyDeclan now.
"Make yourself feel good, D. But don't forget about me," I remind him and drag the head of my cock along his tongue again.
I have to shift a little to watch him jerk himself off, and that movement makes him swallow around me. Tensing, I try to pull him off. "Dec, you do that again and I'll come. Wait a second."
Of course, he doesn't wait. Declan swallows, then gags, effectively sending me right over the edge into unimaginable pleasure. "Fuck fuck fuck!" I roar out my release, and manage to catch the final spurts of his own release painting his white T-shirt.
Unable to help myself, I yank him to his feet, catch him when he stumbles and force my tongue into his mouth. Satisfaction and something primal expand in my chest whenDeclan clings to me and steals the breath from my lungs as if I am his oxygen.
I pull away first even though I hate breaking our moment that went from sexy to tender really quick. "We need to get Blue and the guys home. Then maybe..." I gulp, not used to seeking outmorefrom someone. "We sleep together tonight? Not sex," I add, knowing we agreed to wait until Blue was with us. "Just cuddling."
Ugh, that was so lame.
Declan kisses away my embarrassment then says, "I'd love that."
Me too.
Thirty-Nine
BLUE
Bacon. All hail the motherfucking bacon.
The only reason I'm dragging my ass out of bed right now is because of the mouthwatering scent of breakfast. My head pounds, but it has nothing on the grumbling of my belly.
Did I drink on an empty stomach?
Hangover headache aside, I'm fine. The urge to vomit hasn't risen, I'm not still stumbling, and I remember everything from last night. I may have made out with Jared on the dance floor and dirty danced with Roman, but I at least put my foot down when Declan offered to tuck me in last night.
They all walked my giggling self up to my apartment. Violet was waiting up with a cheeky little grin on her face when she saw all four of them follow me inside. Once she made sure I was home safe, she went to pick up Bethany, Janine, and Dakota from the club too.
Gosh, I love her.
What I don't recall is anything after I wished them goodnight, forced myself through the shower, and passed the fuck out. For once I was able to sleep all the way through my sexy dreams which was an awesome birthday treat.
I rush through pulling some cozy shorts up my legs beneath my baggy T-shirt and quickly brush my teeth. Glancing at my hair, I decide the ratted mess would be better pulled back into a bun. All squared away with a ball of fuzzy socks in my hand, I start to the kitchen.
Deep voices that definitely do not belong to Violet make me slow down and lighten my steps.Did the guys spend the night?
"Listen, kid..." I was right. It's Roman. "I'm not teaching you that until Blue gives the okay."
Now in my line of sight, I watch Violet cross her arms and square off with him. "I'm not a kid. I'm eighteen, and Blue won't care."
"Violet," Roman sighs, looking lost and a little frustrated on the other side of the kitchen table as V. "I know your Ma and there's no way she'd allow this."
My heart simultaneously flips and warms at hearing Roman call me Ma. Not only is that a representation of his acceptance of Violet in my life, but I can also see Roman as a dad now. Firm, kind, and a little bewildered at all the questions.
Wait, why do I care if he would be a good father?
Violet twists in her chair and addresses the shirtless man making bacon in my kitchen. "Felix, what do you think?"
