He looked up. His eyes were rimmed in red but he wasn’t crying. “Served me right that I’m the one who ended up with the nightmares. Not him.”
I smiled as I stroked his face, picking up pieces of his bangs and smoothing them where I wanted them to go. “But if you’d never had nightmares then you and I wouldn’t have had a reason to connect in the first place.”
His brown eyes shifted to me. “You’re right,” he admitted quietly. Then his hand found its way under my nightshirt and blindly smoothed its way up to where a major portion of my dream catcher was embedded. “I should get a tat of a rabbit’s foot and breath spray.”
I laughed. “A dream catcher would be prettier.”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Probably.”
He looked so morose; I sifted my fingers through his hair again and kissed his ear before making up my mind. I was fixing my wounded man. Tonight.
“Can you do me a favor?” I asked.
He glanced up. “Anything.”
I bit my lip, hesitant, before I took the leap. Then I said, “Would you at least try to let me give you a blow job?”
When his features immediately withdrew, rejecting that idea, I held up a finger. “Just hear me out. I’m really fucking pissed right now that some child-molesting whore traumatized you and gave you nightmares. And I would like nothing more than to give her the metaphorical finger, proving that she didn’t get the best of you, that you were strong enough to move past her filthy influence, and you can have a completely healthy sex life with blow jobs and any fucking thing you want despite what she did. I want it so bad, I can taste it. So will you please just…”
I begged him with my eyes, and I swear a tinge of green flushed his skin. But after a moment, he nodded. “Okay.” He grabbed my wrist. “But you’ll stop if—”
“Of course,” I reassured him, cupping his face in my hands. “Baby, I just want to make you feel good and show you that she didn’t limit you in any way. If at any time, you don’t like a single thing I do, that’s it; it’ll be over. No questions asked or pushing to get you to try for more.”
His gaze swirled with unease, and he didn’t look excited at all about the prospect of getting his junk sucked, but he nodded, allowing me to continue.
Determined to rock his world, I grinned my thanks and crawled into his lap, grinding down on his cock with my core. He groaned as I peppered kisses along his jaw and neck. Clutching my hip, he announced, “I’m on board so far.”
I laughed and lavished his chest with kisses and licks and little nibbles. As I worked my way down, he gripped the sheets at his side. “Still liking what I’m feeling.”
When I reached his shorts, there was a nice bulge growing under the cloth. I traced it with my fingers, making him arch his hips up toward my touch before I grasped the hem of his underwear and peeled the cloth down slowly.
The man was ready for me. His cock was as big as I’d ever seen it and dripping out the end. I picked him up and wrapped my fingers around his warmth before licking his balls.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped, arching under me. “That was…shit. You can keep doing that. I like that.”
Grinning, I licked him again. Then I went lower, swiping my tongue over the taint area. He groaned, tensing and shifting under me. “Jesus Christ, Juli. What’re you—”
The question broke off when I sucked his dick into my mouth and deep throated him.
He didn’t speak again after that, aside from some frantic pants and moans. I glanced up and was more than pleased to see he was staring down at me with awe as I licked and sucked and wrapped my lips around my teeth, careful not to scrape him. Wanting to give him the best blow job I’d ever given anyone, I fluttered my fingers over his nutsack before pressing my thumb back to his taint and then working him fast and deep.
His head fell back and chest bowed up as he chanted, “Shit, shit, shit, I’m going to…baby doll, I’m gonna cooooome.”
He tapped my shoulder in warning before groaning and flooding my mouth. I swallowed everything he had to give, and I swear he whimpered his gratitude as he grew limp and sated under me.
Smoothing my hand along his thigh, I pulled free of his dick and then kissed the side of it before crawling up his body and curling against him.
“Well?”
He nodded dumbly and stared with a dazed expression up at the ceiling. “Hi, I’m Colton David Gamble,” he uttered a second later. “And I like blow jobs.”
Glowing with triumph, I patted his chest. “Good.”
He turned his face my way. “Wow,” he said. “Just…wow. You, like...I mean, you’re willing to do that again, right?”
With a laugh, I kissed his cheek. “Any time you want, baby doll.”
His smile was pleased and smug, and yet also humbled. A flush spread across his cheeks. “I think you’re the most awesome person I’ve met in the history of ever.”
“Geesh, if I knew you’d turn this complimentary after a blow job, I would’ve forced one on you weeks ago.”
“Yeah, why didn’t you?” he asked, crinkling his brow.