Page 73 of A Wrench in the Plan
“I owe you,” I said. “I’m so sorry for—”
He shook his head slowly.
“I don’t want us to be like that. There is no owing.” He reached up and cupped my face. “Just try not to hurt me.” His eyes cut to the side. “Try not to hurtus.”
I glanced over my shoulder, capturing Cat’s gaze.
She rose, graceful as ever, then walked over to me. Her eyes went to my lips, and it wasn’t a second later that she kissed me. I kissed her back, wishing to hold on for far longer than she’d let me. When she pulled away, there was a smirk there that I’d never seen on her before.
“Don’t owe us,” she said, taking a step back. “Ownus.”
I really didn’t know what to say to that. This was a side of Cat that I didn’t know existed. Didn’t know Iwantedto exist.
But it was clear I did by the huge bulge in my pants.
She sat again, raising a brow as if telling me to go on.
As I slowly lowered to my knees, I held Evan’s eyes. This was nothing new to us. I wanted to own them, I did. But more than that, I wanted to own their pleasure. I wanted to be the one to bring it to them. The one they fall apart for.
And there was no better way to do that than getting on my knees for them.
Right?
Ev leaned back on his hands as I ran my palm over the bulge trapped behind his jeans. He let out a shaky breath. I leaned in, running my nose over his hardness. He groaned. With steady hands, I undid the button and tore down the zipper. I smiled wickedly as I saw the damp spot on his gray briefs. Just the sight alone had my dick twitching.
I released him, a little turned on that Cat didn’t have a completely unobstructed view. It was almost hotter to know that there was a private screen on this moment. I wondered what she thought about it, but then I remembered that she wasn’t watching us with lustful eyes. She was looking for something deeper, and I was going to show her how deep it got between Ev and me.
And I wasn’t only talking about my skills.
A blowjob was never just a blowjob with him.
Sex had never been just sex.
If I’d let myself see that earlier there might not have been as much heartache.
Then again, if I had, we might not be here.
I tried to scrub the sad thoughts from my head as I slowly stroked his cock.
I was going to show them both that Evan was mine. Then I was going to turn it around and show Cat that she was mine too.
He whispered my name as my tongue darted out to lick the pearl of precum that beaded on the tip of his cock. I worked my way around his fat mushroom head as I continued to stroke him, acting as if I had all the time in the world. His body shuddered when I let his cock slip inside my hot, wet mouth. My lips felt slick as I pulled off of him, teasing him the way that he liked. It had been a while since I’d taken my time with him. I hated it, but I loved this moment right here. I wanted him to break. Snap. To grab me the way he did when he got impatient. And then I wanted to take it all away from him.
Some might call it a game.
Maybe I had thought of it that way once, too.
Now, I realized I always craved Evan because he meant more. More than just a fuck. More than anyone I’d ever been with before. I wanted to take my time with him. I wanted to be the one that unraveled him, and then I wanted to be the one that put him back together.
I let him slip inside my mouth again, sucking lightly as I swirled my tongue around. His taste filled my mouth, my nose. He was everywhere, reminding me of what I’d almost lost. What I’d almost let get away.
“Chry.” This time when he said my name, it came with a warning.
I ignored him, continuing my tortuous teasing. Releasing him, I licked from the base to the tip, tracing that thick, hot vein.
“Fuck,” he grunted as his hand ran through my hair, fingers curling into the strands at the back of my head.
My hands traveled under his shirt, lightly grazing over the trail of hair that led to his belly button. With tight lips, I pushed my way down on his cock, smiling on the inside when he let out a pleasured hiss.
