15. Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Mia

“How are you holding up?” Ma asks as I start to shuffle through missed emails from work.

I opted to set my laptop up on the front porch and enjoy some of the crisp morning air while I get back to work.

“I’m doing really good. It’s peaceful out here,” I tell her as I look around at the trees. “You should see the trees. I’ll have to take a picture and send it to you.”

“I’m so glad you found somewhere to go where you feel safe during all of this,” she chokes on her words. I know Ma is having a hard time with this. I wish I had something more optimistic to say.

“I’m safe here, Ma. Eric paid for his place to be set up with the top security system.”

“That’s so sweet. I’m forever grateful to him for protecting my baby girl. I’m just sorry we weren’t able to do it.”

“Ma, don’t do that to yourself. This is just for a little while. Just think of it as your daughter on a little vacation.”

I eventually have to end the phone call, feeling like it’s almost too hard for her to talk about my predicament.

I throw myself back into work, despite the massive amounts of texts from my brothers telling me I don’t need to be working right now. I don’t care. If I don’t work, all I’m going to do is replay last night’s events in my mind.

If I do that with Eric still in the house, I seriously might wind up begging him to take me again. I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked as I was last night. It felt like we were both not holding anything back from each other.

When I go in for lunch, I happen to see him sitting in his office right off of the foyer. He looks so handsome in his white t-shirt and jeans. He has such a ruffled look with a little stubble on his face. My heart beats faster just looking at him. I swear, my panties are a little wet. It’s embarrassing the effect he has on me.

“Like what you see?” his voice pulls me out of my gawking.

There’s something about that cocky smirk he has on his face right now. He knows exactly what he caught me doing, and he loves that he caught me.

I want to rip that smirk away. I want to do what he does to me. But it’s not dark out. Will he push me away? Will it be too real for him? My feet seem to make up my mind for me as they start into his office until I’m right in front of him. He swings his chair so it’s facing me.

“Something I can help you with?” he asks as he folds his arms across his chest.

His muscles flex in that position, showing me exactly how strong he is.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about something.”

His eyebrows raise with interest. “What’s that?”

“Last night you didn’t let me finish.”

“Finish what?” he asks, voice gruff now.

I sink to my knees and look at him with seductive eyes. He swallows slowly as he watches me.

“Last night,” I say as a hand reaches up and grips him through his jeans, “I told you I wanted to taste you. You never let me.”

I massage his dick as it grows hard under my palm.

“You—” his voice gets stuck, and he clears his throat. “You want to suck my dick right now?”

I nod my head and unbutton his jeans then pull down the zipper. I reach in and pull his dick out. It’s thick and hard with a big vein running down the shaft. I can’t help it, I lean down and run the tip of my tongue from the bottom to the top of the vein.

He groans and bites his bottom lip as he watches. “You want to taste my cum, Mia?”

I give him a devilish smile then wrap my lips around him. For a while, I tease him as I only suck on the tip. I move my tongue around it, getting it nice and wet then I pull away just enough to give the tip a kiss when a bit of precum gets on my lips.

He makes a low guttural noise. “Lick your lips, baby. That’ll be your first little taste of me. But don’t worry, I’ve got more.”

I turn my head to the side. “You know, for a man with few words, you sure are a talker during sex.”

He laughs loud and unashamedly. I realize I want to see more of that from him. He’s truly something when he lets loose. I smile up at him, but the moment doesn’t last for long. His eyes are hooded with arousal as he watches me take him back into my mouth.

I bob up and down his dick, using my hand on the part of it that can’t fit in my mouth, which is a lot. He’s bigger than any man I’ve ever been with. He starts cussing and groaning as I continue to take him, hollowing out my cheeks to make sure I suck him hard.

When I pop off of him, I grab his dick and push it up towards his stomach then start to lick the base of him where it meets his balls. Then I start to lick those as well.

“Fuck, Mia,” he says as he grips the bun on top of my head. “Keep doing that.”

I look up at him and slowly let my tongue run down his balls then lifting them and licking underneath. I’m so close to that forbidden area and he gasps with surprise, but doesn’t stop me.

I start to stroke his dick while I run my tongue up and down, back and forth. His dick starts to twitch in my hands, letting me know that he’s close. I adjust myself, rising up and put his dick back in my mouth.

I increase my speed until he is groaning his release into my mouth. His hands in my hair while he lifts himself off the chair, fucking my mouth until he’s emptied himself out entirely.

There’s so much cum that it starts spilling out of my mouth. I pull off of him and his release is dripping down my chin. The look on his face tells me he likes the sight. I wipe it off with the back of my hand as we both continue to stare at each other. Our breaths mix together in the space between us.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he whispers, then takes my hand and walks me into the kitchen.

We stop at the sink, and he grabs a paper towel then wets it. He starts to wipe my face and chin softly, not saying a word while he does it. It feels like an oddly sweet gesture, as weird as that sounds. Then he cleans up my hands that have also managed to get a bit messy.

“There,” he says softly.

I don’t know what else to say in the moment. We broke the rule he set. We touched each other in the daylight outside of the bounds of his bed. Is he going to freak out? Are we going to keep doing it?

Instead of asking these questions I go with something light. “Are you hungry for lunch?” I ask.

He laughs again, in that way that makes my heart flutter. “Am I hungry for lunch? That’s your response to me cleaning my cum off of you.”

I shrug my shoulders. “We gotta eat.”

“Yes,” he nods with a grin, “I am hungry, Mia.”

“Okay. Take a seat and relax that arm. I’ll make us something.”

And that’s how we end up eating lunch together while talking about our childhood. He tells me about the kind of trouble he and his brothers used to get into while I tell him about the trouble I used to watch my brothers get into.

Our family dynamic is very similar. We have a lot in common, and I get the sense that our brothers would get along. Not that there’s any world in which our families would meet.