Page 72 of Forecheck
“I know, babe. All I’m asking is that, maybe from now on, you run these kinds of things by me. I can try to be better about accepting and knowing there are no strings attached if you just give me the chance to have a voice in the decision. Does that make sense?”
“I think so?” he said, and I reached up to run my thumb over the crease between his eyebrows. “You’re okay with me spoiling you, I just need to ask permission first?”
“Yes,” I nodded, laughing. The weight of the world seemed to lift from my shoulders then, knowing that he heard me and was willing to work with me on this. “It sounds silly, but…thanks to Lee, I’m not great with accepting things I didn’t earn. I like knowing I’m working hard for the things I’ve been given.”
“Okay,” Brent said, nodding. “I can agree to those terms. But…you’re still coming to Vegas, right? You and Lexie.”
I smiled. “Yes, baby. We’re coming to Vegas.”
“Thank God,” he said, shoulders sagging. “I want you there with me. Is Lexie excited?”
“She is,” I said, running my hands up and down his torso. “And so am I. It’s a very generous gift, you know. I think I’ve got a few ideas of how to thank you.”
He quirked a brow. “Oh, really?”
I lowered to my knees before him, right there in the foyer of his condo, my hands moving to the waistband of his grey sweatpants.
“Really,” I said with a wicked grin.
“Oh, if that’s what you’re thinking, I’m feasting, too.”
“What—” Before I could finish my thought, I was off my knees, off my feet, and being swept away to Brent’s room.
At his bedside, he set me on my feet, then, with practiced efficiency, stripped and reclined on the bed.
“Your turn.”
His dick was hard and jutting from his body, and I couldn’t wait to wrap my mouth around it. Briefly, I considered teasing him, but honestly, I wanted his mouth on me just as badly as I wanted to blow him. I stripped as quickly as he had and joined him on the bed.
He only stared at me expectantly. “Well?” he said. “Aren’t you going to sit on my face?”
“I will if you ask nicely.”
Brent growled, but said, “Please, baby, come sit on my face.”
As I turned my back to him and threw a leg over his torso, preparing to back my pussy over his mouth, I said, “I’ve never done this, you know.”
“Given head?”
I smacked his stomach, and he chuckled. “No, you goon. I’ve never sixty-nined.”
“Don’t worry,” he said, giving my ass a little smack. “I promise you’ll love it.”
Then he licked me, a slow drag of his tongue from my clit to my entrance, and I moaned.
I wriggled my hips a bit, and he grabbed my ass, using his thumbs to spread my pussy wider so he could latch onto my clit.
This was going to be harder than I thought.
But still, I lowered my mouth to his flesh, my tongue darting out to collect the precum beaded at his tip. Then I took a deep breath and wrapped my lips fully around him, sucking him in and pulling off with a pop, my hand following my mouth.
I chuckled when I heard a “shit” from Brent behind me.
“How do you like it?” I asked, holding him in place as I ran my tongue up and down his entire length. His skin here was impossibly soft, but solid.
“Hard and fast,” he said, his words rumbling against my sex, which had my back arching, tilting my hips to get closer. “Use your teeth.”
I did what he asked, trying to ignore his mouth between my legs as I worked him the way he wanted. I took him as deep as I could, breathing through my nose and swallowing down a gag before scraping my teeth lightly along his shaft as I pulled off. My hand and tongue and teeth worked in tandem, and the faster I bobbed my head on him, the quicker the flicks of his tongue came against me. It was as though we were racing, trying to see which of us could finish the other off first.
