Page 20 of Excitable Boy
“Keys out, sweetheart. I’ll take the car keys. You get your house keys out.”
She did, smiling.
“Good girl,” he said. “You unlock the house, I’ll get my luggage.”
* * * *
If I didn’t have bad luck…
Shayla got the house unlocked and disarmed the alarm without incident, injury, or a cat escaping.
Once Tony dragged all his luggage inside and had locked the front door behind them, he leaned against it. “Greeting, pet.”
Shayla immediately sank to her knees and knelt, touching her head first to the top of his left sneaker, his right, then the back of his left hand, his right, finishing by nuzzling her face against the front of his jeans.
Where she now felt the hard outline of his cock pressing against the zipper.
“Good girl.” He pulled his shirttail free and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Normally I’d tackle you into bed, but I want a shower first, and some food, and I’m not entirely sure I might not fall asleep on you.”
She swallowed back her disappointment. “That’s all right, Sir.”
“No, it’s not, but you’re a very good girl to say that.” His tired smile tore at her heart. He looked even more exhausted than he had when she last saw him the weekend of his ex-wife’s funeral.
He held out his hands, wiggling his fingers at her for her to take them. He helped her to her feet and led her to their bedroom.
There, they helped each other undress and after they stepped into the shower, he drew her into his arms as they stood under the water and he kissed her.
She stood there, her head resting against his shoulder, eyes closed as she turned everything over toHim.
“You’ve beensucha good girl for me while I’ve been gone,” he softly said. “I’m so proud of you.”
With his arms around her, securely cradling her against him, she took a deep breath and let it out. “Thank you, Sir. I missed you so much.”
He nuzzled the top of her head. “I missed you, too, baby. Tomorrow morning, after we finally get moving, I’ll take you out to breakfast, we’ll get the tire fixed, and then we’ll go buy a new car. How’s that sound?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’d hoped to spend all day in bed tomorrow.”
“I know. Me, too. I’d hoped to maybe go to the munch, but between everyone telling me they aren’t going to wear a butt-plug for me, either, thanking for telling them they have a gorgeous ass, and my streak of bad luck, I’m thinking I don’t want to push that luck any farther than necessary. Especially once Mike tells everyone about our return trip home and you locking your keys in the car.”
She snorted. “I can’t believe you texted that toRossof all people.”
He sighed. “Yeah, I know. That fucking sadist will never let me forget it.” He tipped her head back so he could slant his lips over hers.
Everything fell away except for him and his kiss, the warmth of his body pressing along the length of hers…
His hard cock rubbing against her.
She slid to her knees, smiling up at him as she swallowed his cock to the root.
“Damn, baby!” he gasped, cradling her head in his hands as she went down on him. She loved sucking his cock, and it didn’t matter if he was too tired to reciprocate—he washome.
They werefinallytogether again.
She took her time, tracing around the head with her tongue and playing with the slit, which rewarded her with salty pre-cum. Cupping his balls in one hand, she encircled the base of his cock with the other and slowly stroked him as she played with him. He slowly rocked his hips in time with her, gradually increasing the pressure on her head, urging her deeper, faster, building up a load for her.
