Page 31 of Close Your Eyes
Would she gag?
Would I want her to?
My heart beats faster as I think about Posey choking on me, her baby blues gazing up at me. Tears springing to her eyes as she tries to take all of me into her mouth. Her eyes on me.
“Posey,” I moan out into the stillness of my condo, feeling this emptiness clawing up my neck. “Take my cock,” I say to nobody, but wishing she were here.
I keep tugging, stroking my dick as I think about Posey swallowing me whole. Her pink tongue licking the tip, swirling around to get every drop of precum.
My body builds, my veins pulsing with heat. I’m close, and I wonder what she’d sound like getting off because of me.
Does she want me like this? Does she know how crazy she’s making me?
I stroke harder, faster, my hand pumping furiously as I reach my climax. I jerk my dick, my eyes squeezing shut as I think about Posey on her knees for me. Fuck.
An orgasm rips right through me, weakening my defenses, making me want to test the waters. I want to call her and ask her if she’d suck my cock for me. Be a good girl, a naughty girl. Fuck, would she be dirty? I need to find out, but as my body calms, my mind reverts to the good guy that I am.
I can’t push this with her.
I can’t play with fire and not expect to get burned. I have to remind myself that she’s unattainable.
“Hey, how are you?” Greer asks warmly, her amber-colored eyes softening, her voice enveloping me as she pulls me into a tight embrace. It’s a ritual we’ve come to cherish.
Stepping into Greer’s home feels like stepping into a sanctuary, a place where time slows down and worries melt away. The familiar scent of freshly baked cinnamon buns wafts through the air, instantly comforting my senses.
“I’m good,” I lie to her, not wanting her to know I’ve been a wreck over the past few days. Like I’m going completely insane.
I haven’t heard from Posey in a while, and I know I pushed things too far. I should have known better.
Greer welcomes me into her home, and I move into the kitchen, nodding to my twin brother who stands there, eating a cinnamon bun.
“Roman,” Greer says, angry hands on her hips. “You’re not supposed to eat anything yet. Not until everyone is here.”
Roman smiles, and shoves the rest of the bun into his mouth. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her cheek.
Dev and Chloe are next to arrive, and Chloe’s got the baby in tow. I give them hugs, and then lift baby Devvie Jr. out of the infant carrier. I hold him, letting his tiny hand wrap around my finger. “He’s got a strong grip,” I say.
“He’s got a strong set of lungs too,” Dev says. “Likes to cry all night long.”
I study my friends, and notice Chloe and Dev both look tired. “Maybe I can come over and watch the baby and let you two get a full night’s sleep.”
“No, I’ll watch him,” Greer says, stepping over to gaze down at her nephew. “I told you two if you needed anything…” her words fall away when Chloe walks over.
“We’re fine. We’re a bit tired, but I think we’re both handling it fine, right Dev?” Chloe puts Devvie Jr. back into his infant seat.
Dev looks exhausted. “I don’t know anymore.”
Chloe wraps her arms around Dev’s waist. “Maybe we should take them up on their offer.”
Dev nods and smiles at his sister. “Greer, maybe we’ll let you watch him one night so we can sleep.”
Greer hugs her brother. “I’m there.”
“We really appreciate that,” Chloe says, wrapping Greer into a big hug.
“We’re all here to help,” I add in, and Chloe, all teary eyed, wraps me into a hug next.
“I never knew when I met Dev that I’d be gaining this family with it, and I couldn’t be more happy. I really appreciate all of you.”