He sighed and pulled away. “Two of my guys are keeping watch on campus. I hoped you wouldn’t be thinking about him today. I wanted to make you happy and take your mind off all this shit. It’s supposed to be a big day for you.”
“And you.”
He looked at me, confused.
“It’s your graduation day too.”
“I don’t care about it.” He waved me off.
“Well, you should. Your family worked hard to send you to the states. What will they think if they don’t get pictures of you in your cap and gown and holding your diploma?”
“I forgot the marshmallows. Be right back.” He left quickly.
I flopped against the pillows and munched on the strawberry. Joseph never talked about his family. I wondered if they were estranged, and he was embarrassed about it. My poor guy, that was probably it.
I stared at the ceiling and traced my lips with the berry. I opened wider and imagined Joseph’s cock in my mouth. My breathing deepened. My pussy pulsed.
Was there something wrong with me? Shouldn’t I be a basket case knowing a man I had trusted tried to kill my dad and wanted me? Strangely I felt safe with Joseph and his crew. I’d only ventured downstairs a few times. I preferred staying in the beautiful bedroom because most of the log cabin was unfurnished. Joseph had said Micah owned the home. The other guys called him Bone, and I hadn’t dared to ask why.
A bell rang from in the hallway, like a bicycle bell.
“Is someone there?” I grabbed my shirt and covered my chest if one of the guys opened the door.
“The ice cream man. I have a delivery for Brynne Gallo,” Joseph shouted in a stupid voice.
I slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle my giggles. “Oh, come in.” I threw my shirt onto the floor and shimmied out of my shorts at top speed.
My guy appeared in the doorway with the most heart-stopping smile. “I see you’ve been expecting me.” He kicked the door shut.
“Mhm. I’ve been counting the seconds. I worried you couldn’t find the place.” I put the back of my hand against my forehead, feigning despair.
“I did get lost, but a lovely woman three doors down helped me out after I made her a sundae.”
I scowled. “Not funny.”
“Hey, the ice cream man is in demand, baby. Everyone needs his services.” He grabbed my ankle and tugged me toward him. “You won’t be needing these.” He slid my panties off. “Or that harness across the chest. Free those puppies.” He leaned over me to unhook my bra.
“Puppies?” I tossed my head back, laughing so hard I snorted and cackled.
“Yes. Let me check them out.” He covered my nipple and sucked on it.
“Oh, God.” I melted onto the mattress.
He mumbled while he suckled vigorously and put his hand between my legs. I welcomed his attention and spread my arms and legs apart like a starfish.
I pressed a kiss on his head and bucked into his fingers. My first orgasm of the evening arrived without much coaxing. I let a moan pull from my lungs.
My legs shook as I pushed my chest into Joseph’s mouth, silently urging him to suck harder. When my release faded, my guy wasted no time turning my pussy into a sundae. I was limp like a noodle, so I just lay there, giving him free rein to do as he pleased.
He placed a cherry into my mouth. “We should both be able to eat.”
And the licking and sounds of enjoyment commenced.
I had to admit that it took much longer than I liked for Joseph to start eating me out. The idea looked more appealing in the porn scene than in real life. I guessed there’d been a bit of a timelapse—damn movie magic.
“Hurry up, ice cream man. I need you,” I whined like a desperate, sex-starved woman.
“I made the sundae too fucking big!” He scraped off a bunch and ran into the bathroom. I could hear him cursing as he washed his hands.