She nodded. “But I’ll have to take a shot first.”
“I’ll give you the whole bottle, Sweet Cheeks,” he replied. He tossed her over his shoulder, stood up, and walked with purpose to the kitchen. He grabbed the vodka and headed for the bedroom.
“Who booty, babe?” she squealed when he dumped her on the bed.
“Yours, Cadence. Only yours. Now use correct grammar and turn over so I can smack that booty around,” he ordered.
She laughed. “Not like the last time!” she warned.
“Oh, this’ll be sweet punishment,” he said, popping her bottom. “And you’re gonna love it.”
She squirmed and shrieked as he slid her panties off. And then he set to work delivering his promise to do whatever she wanted. She thought it was all for her, but he knew better.
Cadence watched him surreptitiously as she sat in the dining room. He lay sprawled on the couch watching the NCAA basketball championship that he’d recorded, and she wondered if now would be a good time to ask. She was nervous as hell—no experience, no idea what to expect—but she thought she ought to get it over and done with. And didn’t he deserve it? After all, she tortured him emotionally for two months. Sure, he spanked the hell out of her for it, but she didn’t feel like that absolved her of her crimes. She wanted to show him how sorry she was, even if she didn’t do it well.
She walked into the living room and stood directly in front of him.
“What’s up?” he asked, looking at her face.
“I wanna suck your dick,” she replied.
Mark froze and said nothing.
Cadence grew flustered. “So . . .” She looked around the room. “Um, take your pants off.”
Mark grinned.
“Well, go on,” she demanded.
“Cadence, I don’t know if now’s the right time,” Mark said. “You look . . . well, you look terrified.”
“I’m not terrified,” she lied.
He eyed her curiously. “Why now?”
“Because I want to. Stop asking me questions and unzip your pants!”
“Seriously. Why now?”
“Because I still feel guilty about everything!” she cried. “And I want to try to make it up to you. I mean, I already know I’ll be terrible at it. Just, don’t expect too much, okay? But a girl’s gotta learn at some point.” She thought for a moment. “I did some online research.”
Mark suppressed the grin. “You don’t have to make anything up to me. Everything is forgiven and forgotten. Remember? We left it at the rink.”
She smiled at that. Mark sat up.
“I don’t think we left everything,” Cadence said quietly. “And anyway, you do that to me all the time. I should reciprocate. I mean, I want to. But you’re right. I’m terrified because I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Mark thought for a moment. “To be honest, I’m kinda glad you don’t. There’d be something really off about you if you were an expert at giving head. Wouldn’t fit, you know?”
She nodded.
“I don’t want you thinking you’ve gotta make things even or do a bunch of stuff to make up for those two months. I hurt you just as much, if not more. But we’ve apologized and forgiven each other. The slate’s been wiped clean.”
“Fine,” Cadence said. “Then I wanna do it because I want to.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” She knew he didn’t believe her. But there was no arguing with her. She had it in her mind to give him a blowjob, and she wouldn’t let it go until she got her way.
“There’s no making you understand, is there?” he asked softly.
She shook her head.
“And after I come in your mouth, you’ll be forgiven?”
Her eyes went wide. “You’re gonna come in my mouth?” she breathed.
He nodded, grinning.
“Well, now wait a minute,” she said uncertainly. “I thought maybe I’d stop right before you came, and you can just do it all over your stomach or something.”
He shook his head. “That’s no fun.”
Cadence bit her lower lip. He watched her brows furrow and imagined her brain working overtime, trying to figure out how to at once be absolved of her sins and not take his come in her mouth. He burst out laughing.
“What?” she cried indignantly.
“Cadence, I won’t come in your mouth,” he said.
“No no, you can,” she replied. “I mean, I think you can.”
He sighed. “Do we even need to do this right now? I’m watching the championship.”
“You’ll take a game over a blowjob?”
He debated. Both were equally exciting because for one, his team was winning, and two, Cadence was a virgin blower. A virgin blower. Was that really all it took to get him rock hard? He felt the instant ache for her mouth on him and made a decision. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis.
“Have at it,” he said, draping his arms on the back of the couch.
Cadence licked her lips and kneeled in front of him. She wrapped her fingers around his penis and looked up. She shrugged, waiting for further instruction.
“Why don’t you try licking the tip first,” he suggested.
She took a deep breath, leaned over, and ran her tongue over the head. He closed his eyes and realized in that second that her blowjob would be far more exciting than the game.
“Mark?”