Come To Me

CHAPTER THREE-3

She starts going faster and in such a rhythm and coordination with her hands on his c**k, he’s never felt anything like this in his entire life and wasn’t even aware it could feel THIS good. She certainly wasn’t lying before when she touted her oratory skill set. He can’t hold his hand at the sides like she had been insisting that he do, and they eventually found themselves on top of her head and guiding her on to him.

Resistant before, she finally opened up free reign to do as he pleased. He pushes and pulls her on and off and even at points holding her head completely still while he forces

his c**k up into her mouth and f***s it like the glory hole that it indeed is. He feels himself nearing the finish line and he manages to mumble out the words to warn her it’s near, and she didn’t budge. A little panic set in and he says again, “I’m close baby, do you want to pull away now?” Without losing a beat, she continues with her hand, comes off of it long enough to say, “just let me take care of it darling” and goes back down on him. And with that, in less than five more completions there it is. His hands clinch into fists so tight as he explodes, he loses all feeling in them, and his eyes feel like they are looking at his brain, and there is absolutely no oxygen entering him right now.

The only thing exiting him at all is his load that has been pent up for days with only the hope of being expelled by his own doing with the help of some pictures she had sent before. All of it slid down the back of her throat with each sucking and without hiccup.

She continued to pull the rest out of him till there was nary a drop left. Taking one last small lick to clean the head off completely, then she looks up, licks her lips off and smiles bigger than the ocean is wide. “Yum!”

After he has blood flow again, which was actually only a minute, he sits up where he’s now straddling her as she was positioned between his legs and grabs the back of her head and doesn’t give her the option of refusing what he’s so longed for.

She does try to resist but it’s futile and he presses her supple lips into his own. She keeps them closed initially, but after a few seconds, she succumbs to her real desires and opens her mouth to him and he slides his tongue into her mouth, still able to taste a bit of himself lingering within and completely melts into her. She reciprocates with her own tongue and gives it freely for him to suckle on and search his mouth seductively.

She pulls back to take and run her tongue along his lips and bites down gently on them pulling slightly. His hand still placed at the nape of her neck he pulls her in for a long, passionate kiss. When he finally allows her to pull back, he sighs long and louder than he’s ever done. He looks deep into her eyes and she can see he’s about to say something. She smiles, leans back to see if he will indeed say anything and he prepares to speak.

“Callie, wow, just wow baby, I need to tell you something. I think, well no, I am pretty f*****g positive that I-” she takes her finger up and covers his mouth. “Shh..

don’t.” She goes to buckle him up again and straighten her own clothes out and says,

“Come on babe, let’s go back up front, we only have a few minutes left, let’s cool down.”

They move back to the front seats, and because he can’t help himself, he must always be touching her. So, he holds one hand and strokes her arm with the other.

“Well, so much for all that talking we were supposed to do,” she says. “I guess that just means we’ll have to see each other again to do just that right?” he says. “I don’t see any other option do you dear?”

“Nope, I sure don’t. When are you available to see me again baby?” he asks.

“I will have to make time, as there is nothing currently open for another meeting until around this time next week, and I think I can safely assume that you don’t want to wait that long right?”

“No hon, you’re absolutely right about that baby. There’s no way I can wait that

long to see you again. Don’t you have a couple of hours on Thursday for when your kid has soccer? Yes, I was paying attention so don’t be all shocked,” he laughs.

“Actually, you’re right. I can probably work something out then. So, let’s plan on that, shall we?” She smiles at the very thought of another meeting so soon.

Only five minutes remain before Jessica’s class is over and she takes note and mentions it. With ease and desire, they lean in to each other and kiss goodbye for now.

He touches her face one last time before taking his leave, then gets out walks over and starts to pull out, blowing a kiss as he drives away. Gaining her own composure, she adjusts her seatbelt on and pulls up to the front door where she sees Jessica heading out and comes to jump on in. It’s a good thing there are only minutes between here and home, anything more than that might result in an accident.

As she pulls into her neighborhood, her phone chirps, letting her know that a new text has arrived. She looks down, smiling at the assumption that Deegan couldn’t wait any longer before reaching out to her again. Her smile falters as she sees that the text has not come from Deegan, but from Brad instead. That causes her a moment of awkward reflection…is it guilt that has caused the excitement that automatically built within her when she heard the incoming text to fade when she saw it’s sender, or could it be possible that she would have preferred it been Deegan instead? She quickly pushed that thought from her mind. It was ridiculous to think for a minute that she would choose contact with someone who, even though he had taken on a place of importance in her life and had known for less than a month, over her husband of eighteen years…wasn’t it? She picked up her phone, nearly dropping it from her hand, which was shaking uncontrollably. She has become familiar with that shaking since her internal struggles began concerning her feelings for Deegan. How odd was it that they went away completely during both of her meetings with him? She grips the phone again and forces her eyes to focus on the words on the screen.

“Been a busy day, hon?” Brad’s text reads. It is then that she realizes that, despite their increased communication during the day, in her preoccupation with Deegan and their meeting, she has not so much as sent him a single text all day. She quickly pecks a response.

“Sorry babe…had so much to try and get done, my day sort of got away from me.” she sends as she quickly tries to manufacture things in her mind that could explain her being occupied the entire day in case he were to inquire more deeply. Luckily, he didn’t, accepting her vague response. Guilt mixed with relief as she read his next text.

“Yeah, my day has been quite the crazy one as well. Can’t wait to get home to you and get it behind me.”

“That makes two of us” she replied. Thankfully, she found she wasn’t lying about that. Despite the nature of the activities just concluded, she was anxious to see and hold him. And in spite of the fact that she had just devoured Deegan’s magnificent c**k (or more likely because of it), she really longed to get Brad’s c**k in her mouth tonight. “I hope you aren’t too tired to f**k my face tonight” she teased. “I am in serious need of it filling my mouth.”

His response was immediate and enthusiastic. “I would hope you know I am never THAT tired. If me lady needs some face f*****g, then she shall have it.” She smiled faintly as his jest, but disturbingly her mind was already turning back to Deegan as she sat in the driveway, the engine idling.