The man stopped cold, looking back over his shoulder.
Splat went my paintbrush against the wall. "Do you like being called that, baby?"
Jaunty happy whistling approached, Andre wandering into the room.
"Things are slow downstairs," he said. "Thought I'd come up and see if I could help?" He drew to a halt, looking between Joe and me. The smile fell off his face. "Right. You know, I'm going to come back later. I just remembered something I need to do. Somewhere else. Urgently."
Andre fled. Fair enough.
"Got some attitude there, Little Miss Fucking Sunshine," said the bearded one.
"Oh, I think I'm entitled to just a little bit of attitude. Don't you?"
Head cocked, he looked me over, taking in the paint-splattered jeans and oversize T-shirt. No expression crossed his face, however.
"Maybe even a big bit of an attitude."
"That so?" he asked, voice a low rumble and a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"It is. Baby."
"Christ, you drive me crazy," he growled.
"Ditto."
He took a step or two toward me, moving straight back into looming over me. Not that I'd ever admit it for feminist reasons, but I kind of liked it when he did that. Made me feel small and helpless in a way. Though it also put me in just the right position to grab his nuts and twist them. Probably not something that ever occurred to him, the poor man.
Poor man, my ass.
"Must be awesome having Star staying with you. All that catching up you two can do," I said sweetly. "Not to forget the massaging. Full body?"
"Does it matter?"
Wow. His balls were so about to go through the wringer. "Just a little."
"You're awful cute when you're jealous," he said with a sharp smile.
"Am I now?" My hand grabbed his essentials, giving them a squeeze.
"Shit. Um. Alex?" His face paled a wee bit. "Let's just take it easy. Calm things down a bit."
"I'm calm. I'm perfectly calm."
"I only had my shirt off. Nothing happened."
"Did you?" Gently, I rolled his balls, massaging them through his jeans. "Tell me the truth, baby. Can I trust you?"
"You can. I swear."
"You know, I want to believe you, but..." I tightened my grip. "Your history when it comes to being honest with me isn't the best."
"Swore I wouldn't lie to you again and I haven't."
"Is that so?" I asked.
"Yes."
"I could make a hell of a case here for guilt by omission, baby."
"Nothing is happening with Star," he said. "But if you were me, would you have told you about the massage? Come on, honestly?"
My fingers dug in, making him suck in a breath and swear.
"It was only therapeutic, I promise. The minute she tried to turn it erotic, I shut her down." His words came out in an almighty rush. "That's the whole truth of it."
Easing up, I turned to rubbing his cock with the base of my palm. A reward, if you like. Almost immediately, he started to harden against my hand. The sick puppy. I think he actually enjoyed having me threaten his manhood in this manner. Then again, I was absolutely loving this, so who was I to talk?
"Do you believe me?" he asked, ever so subtly leaning into my hand and widening his stance.
"Maybe."
"It's the truth."
I shrugged. Like whatever might be happening between his legs left me unaffected. My increasingly damp panties, however, declared that a lie.
"Christ, I thought my dick was dead," he mumbled, eyelids half closed.
"Hmm?"
"Pretty much all I've had since the accident is guilt and pain. Which, let's be honest, I deserve."
"Joe." I stroked his face with my free hand, the beautiful curve of his cheekbone, the smooth skin of his temple. "It wasn't your fault. You have to let that go."
Nothing.
"I didn't see the car either. I should have, but I wasn't even looking."
Eyes wide open, he all but growled at me, "You weren't driving."
"But I knew you were tired," I persisted. "I should have been paying attention, helping you. It's on me too."
"No."
"If I'd been sitting in the front instead of Nell, she might still have her baby."
"Alex, no. That's not your fault."
"Because sometimes things just happen." I placed my hand over his heart, forgetting for the moment where my other one remained. "Joe, you didn't cause that accident. The idiot thinking it was okay to drive in the middle of the night without any headlights caused that accident. The blown streetlight, which the council hadn't fixed, caused that accident. Not you."
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Thought you'd said you'd accepted you couldn't help me with this hurt."
"I changed my mind." Also, I was a bit of an idiot when it came to him. Let's be honest. The still hand on his crotch got back to work, grasping his balls in a firm grip. "Are you listening to me, Joe? Are you taking this in?"
"I'm too afraid not to."
"Good. Because you blaming yourself is only going to wind up hurting Nell and your family and friends in the long term. How do you think they're going to feel watching you self-destruct over this?" I asked, keeping his family jewels held tight. "Do you think Eric would be able to deal with that? Watching his brother tear himself to pieces."
"Okay, okay." He gripped my wrist. "I'm listening, Little Miss. Ease up just in case I want to have kids someday."
I did as asked.
"This is the strangest conversation I've ever had with a woman's hands on me."
"You're welcome." I smiled. "I like to think of it as a type of aggressive sex therapy."
"Do you now?"
Interestingly enough, now that I'd started fondling him through his clothes, I didn't want to stop.
"It's scaring me how much I like it." He leaned down, brushing the tip of his nose against mine.
"Want me to threaten you some more?" I asked, undoing his belt buckle, followed fast by his jeans. Hell yeah, sliding my hand down into his boxer briefs felt like finding heaven. Everything hot and hard and good in this world. Even if he did piss me off sometimes. I wrapped my hand around his cock, giving him a firm stroke.
He groaned. "I'm at your mercy."
"Damn right you are." I smiled, reaching up to plant a kiss on his lips. Very nice. "Don't forget it."
"Never."
If only it were true.
His whole body leaned toward
me. His focus on what my hand was up to, buried in his pants, complete. Something so good about the feel of a man in this state. The smooth skin leading down to the ridge around the head of his cock, how swollen he felt with my fingers wrapped around him. It got me high, touching him and turning him on more and more. Just being this close to him. His breathing hastened, hands gripping my shoulders like he needed the support. Poor baby.
Slowly, I eased his jeans and underwear down, freeing him. "Alex, someone could come."
"That's the idea."
He chuckled, down and dirty. "I mean, someone could walk in."
"Yeah, they could." I sank to my knees, keeping a firm grip on him. A bead of pre-cum sat on the head of his cock, just waiting. Tongue darting out, I dealt with that. Salt, warmth, and masculinity. There was nothing else quite like it. "You want me to stop?"
"Fuck no." Eyes beautifully dark, he stared down at me, mesmerized.
I took him into my mouth, suckling the tip. His skin against my lips was divine, his big body towering over me, yet completely under my control. Even the smell of him made me wet, all heat and him. Very much up close and personal. I traced the rim of his cockhead with my tongue, exploring, while he mumbled cuss words along with my name. Things got down right blasphemous when I massaged the sweet spot, digging into the dip in the ridge with the tip of my tongue. The boy would be burning in hell at this rate.
Still, he'd told me not to stop. Not that I had any intention of doing so.
Let Star give all the therapeutic massages that she wanted to. Only I had him like this. Or only I better have him like this if he wanted to keep his balls intact. Such soft, sensitive things. I rolled them in one hand, tugging gently to remind him who was the boss right here and now. A dazed grin appeared on his face in response. Kind of hard to smile back with a penis in your mouth, but I tried.
One hand stroked him while the other played with his ball sac; I worked him hard and fast. Despite my brave words, I could do without being caught giving Joe a blowjob by one of his friends. The only sounds were my wet sucking and Joe's heavy breathing. Again and again, I dragged my firm lips up his cock, tongue swirling over the tip. Hips rocking forward, he eagerly edged closer, making me take him deeper.
"Shit. Sorry," he panted. "Fuck, that feels good."
I hummed my approval and apparently, that felt even better. His fingers fisted in my hair, pulling apart my short ponytail. Sucking on him hard, I pushed him closer to the edge. And finally, over it. He came in my mouth with a strangled sort of sound. His pelvis pushing his cock deeper despite his best intentions. Quickly, I swallowed, taking his cum into me. The time for delicate excuses or spitting had passed. Plus, I loved him.