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I let out a heavy sigh then stand from the table, putting the phone back on Tech’s desk. I need to go get lost in Athena before I lose my mind.
I walk out of Church, not thinkin’ about anything but getting’ to Athena and I damn near run over one of the cut sluts.
“Oh, shit! Bull! I’m so sorry! Oh my God, please don’t tell Athena about this. Please don’t kick me out of the clubhouse,” she begs. “I promise I’m not tryin’ to get between y’all.”
“Calm down. It was an accident,” I tell her.
“Carmine,” Shadow calls from down the hall. “Why don’t you come have some fun with London and me?”
She nods her head quickly and walks toward him. Shadow stares at me, his eyes are red around the rim and he looks like he’s lost some weight since bein’ home. I make a mental note to check in with him later. Right now, I need my peace. I need Athena.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Athena
As soon as I got to Bull’s room, I slipped out of my clothes and put one of his t-shirts on. Now, I’m lying in his bed, with nothing but a t-shirt and panties on, watching some cheesy, romantic comedy on Netflix. It’s been almost an hour and he still hasn’t shown up yet. The phone calls he had to make must be taking longer than he thought they would. As if on cue, he walks through the door, locking it as soon as he closes it. He turns toward me and doesn’t move as his eyes rake down my body and back up.
“You changed,” he says with a smirk.
I shrug a shoulder. “I wanted to be more comfortable.”
He takes a minute to admire my body before he moves to the couch to remove his boots, not taking his eyes off me the entire time.
“How did your phone calls go?” I ask.
“Stressful,” he states. “I thought about gettin’ in here to you the whole time.”
“Oh?” I crawl to the end of the bed, sitting on my knees as he stands from the couch and walks over to me. He places his hands on either side of my neck with his thumbs brushing against my cheeks.
“I need you to help me not think about anythin’ for a while. Can you do that?” he asks.
“I think I have something in mind.” I grin as I reach for his pants and begin unbuttoning them.
Bull glances down at me with an eyebrow cocked. I climb off the bed, so I’m standing in front of him. I turn him so the back of his legs are against the edge of the bed. I grab the hem of his shirt and lift. He takes over, removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Then I pull his pants down, taking his boxer briefs with them. Giving him a gentle push, he sits on the bed and I drop to my knees.
“Goddess, you know you don’t have to do this, right?” he asks.
“I know, but I want to,” I tell him. “Something to show you just how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me since we met.”
I take his dick in my hand, pumping it up and down. He’s thick, almost intimidatingly so. I didn’t fully think this through before deciding to do this, but I keep going. I dart my tongue out, wetting the tip of his cock before taking it into my mouth. There’s a hitch in his breath as I take him deeper, moving my hand to his balls. I slowly bob my head up and down while massaging his balls. He moans as his hand comes to the back of my head. My heart skips a beat as he grabs a handful of my hair. I relax when I realize he’s letting me stay in control. I take a deep breath through my nose and let his dick slide to the back of my throat, taking him deep.
“Oh, fuck, Athena,” he moans. His grip tightens for a split second, but loosens just as quick. I move back to the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around it before taking him deeply again and picking up the pace. Keeping one hand on his balls, I grab his shaft with the other, sliding it up and down in time with my mouth.
“Shit, baby, I’m gonna come,” he says, trying to pull me off. When he realizes it’s not going to work, he props himself on an elbow while his other hand is holding my hair off my face. I glance at him as I take him deep one last time, just as his warm cum shoots straight down my throat. His legs tense and his grip on my hair tightens as I slide him out of my mouth, swallowing his cum.
“Goddamnit, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Bull pulls me onto the bed, so I’m straddling him and crashes his lips against mine. Still kissing me, he brings his hand to my pussy. “Mmm, you’re already so wet. Did suckin’ my dick turn you on?”
I nod my head, trying to grind against his fingers, but he stops me, holding me still.
“Ah, patience, Goddess. It’s my turn,” he whispers in my ear. He stands from the bed with me in his arms, turning around to face the bed. With one hand around me, he uses the other to lift my shirt over my head before laying me on the bed. He kisses my lips as he slips my panties off then moves down my body until his lips are on my clit. Bull presses his tongue against it before sliding two fingers in my pussy, making me drop my head back and I let my eyes flutter closed. His other arm is draped over my hips to hold them still. I delve my fingers into his hair, grabbing a fistful.
Bull’s tongue leaves my clit and a cold breeze replaces it. My eyes shoot open to him, staring at me with a smirk.
“Why . . . why did you . . . s-stop?” I stutter as his fingers make a come-hither motion, hitting all the right spots.
“I want you to keep your eyes on me, watch me eat your sweet pussy. Don’t close them for any reason. Got it?” he asks. I nod my head eagerly. His fingers move painfully slow.
“Jase,” I whine.
