She giggled when it bumped her face, and I breathed a sigh of relief when she hooked her fingers in the waistband of my boxer briefs and started to lower them slowly.
I lifted my hips once again to help her along as she tugged the underwear down.
Once the band was free of my erection, my cock popped out of its confines and reared up to smack her on the chin, causing her to burst out into giggles.
I, on the other hand, wasn’t laughing when she took me into her mouth.
That hot, sweet, beautiful mouth.
My knees widened to allow her more room to fit between my legs, and inadvertently allowing her complete access to my balls.
She cupped them delicately in her hand while she started to suck on the tip of my cock.
The dual pleasure was enough to send my orgasm from not there, to there, all in a span of seconds.
“Goddammit,” I said, urging her up. “I’ve not had you in nearly a week and my control is shot. Get up here and ride my cock so I can come inside you.”
She giggled around my cock, took one long suck, and let it fall free from her mouth with a loud pop.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed as I felt her breasts trail against the wet tip of my dick before she climbed up my body, positioned my cock at her entrance, and slowly sank down.
She felt like heaven.
Like taking a long drink after being outside for hours in the hot sun.
It was bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
Her pussy walls clung to my cock as she started to lift up, and she clenched as she slammed back down.
The backs of her thighs slapped against the top of mine in an erotic pattern as she plunged down, then lifted back up.
My hands went down to her ankles so as not to hinder her in any way.
The fact that I couldn’t see her was getting to me, too.
Which was surprisingly exciting when I felt her hand trail down my chest, and even further into the trail of hair that led down to the root of my cock.
When her hand met the base of my cock, she trailed it up mere fractions to where her pussy was spread open for my dick. Impaling her and stretching her wide.
Knowing she was feeling our connection, and knowing what I was feeling in that moment, my orgasm started to slowly inch back up into imminent release levels once again.
Loosening my hands from her ankles, one hand went up to play with her breast, and the other went down to circle her clit with the pad of my thumb.
She gasped when I found the right spot, and started to slam down onto me even harder.
My cock hit the end of her, bumping into her cervix with each plunge, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from blowing to pieces before she came herself.
“Hurry,” I pleaded through gritted teeth.
She gasped and stopped moving as her pussy walls started to clench down onto my cock, strangling a groan from my throat.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, but she was beyond hearing me.
I could feel her body arch as she screamed out, and I lost any and all ability to think.
Taking over, I flipped her until she was on her back, and started to pound into her.
Her body was limp, but I was a man possessed as I pushed her legs back to her chest, went up to my knees, and took her like a wild beast.
Eyes closing in bliss, I finally let go and started to pour my come into her still clenching sex.
She screamed as her orgasm continued to take her, and I let out my own shout as the last dregs of my release poured out of me and into her.
Then the irrational thought of her swelling with child, my child, stole into my brain and took root.
I wanted more kids.
I wanted three more kids.
And I wanted to be young enough to enjoy them.
I wanted them with a woman like Lennox, who cared so much for them that she’d sacrifice her own happiness to give them everything that they needed.
And I wanted them with a woman that would love me. Love them.
And that was Lennox.
The only thing I had to convince her of, was that she was that woman.
But that wouldn’t be happening until I’d at least gotten five solid hours of sleep.
Which was my last thought when I rolled off of Lennox’s body, pulled her into my chest, and promptly fell asleep.
What I didn’t hear was Lennox’s quiet tears, and her declaration that she’d love me forever.
Chapter 15
Police officers don’t shoot to kill. They shoot to stay alive.
-Fact of life
Lennox
“Where are you going today?” Paxton asked as I drove him to his car the next morning.
“Working at Truman Smith from two to eight. Then back home I guess, why?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the road in front of us.
I was upset.
Paxton knew I was upset.
He was trying to broach the subject carefully so he wouldn’t get Ludacris-Lennox, as he liked to call me when I was in one of ‘those’ moods.
And I was trying not to talk about it, as per our usual.
There was just something about gay men as your best friends, though.
Melissa knew when I was pissed and didn’t want to talk. She’d let me be.
Paxton, however, never let me be. He pecked and pecked and pecked until I told him exactly what was bothering me, and usually that wasn’t in a very nice way.
“Alright,” Paxton asked after another few minutes of me ignoring him. “What’s your fucking problem now?”
We’d spoken after Corrinne had been hauled back to jail, and I’d told him exactly what had transpired from the moment I’d left him in the bar to the moment I’d seen Corrinne with her stupid bottle of spray paint.
He’d, of course, known about Corrinne, but he hadn’t seen her in action until yesterday.
Needless to say, he wasn’t impressed with her just like I wasn’t.
“Nothing’s wrong, why would you ask?” I asked him distractedly.
Cool as a cucumber. See, I could do this! Outwardly, I was calm and collected.
My mind, however, was in turmoil.
“Tell me.”
I ignored him.
“Tell me.”
I kept ignoring him.
“Tell me. Tell me. Tell me!” Paxton parroted over and over again until I finally broke.
“I told him I loved him!” I roared.
Paxton, not expecting that answer, blinked in surprise.
“You did what?” He asked in awe.
“I told him I fucking loved him, okay?” I sighed. “And he said it back. But this morning he was gone. No note. Won’t answer his cell. Nothing. It’s been over five hours since I sent the message, and he’s not said a word to me. I don’t like feeling like this!”
Paxton snorted. “That’s what love is, baby girl. Sacrifice.”
I scrunched up my nose in disgust.
“I feel vulnerable. I don’t know what came over me, me telling him that. I’m out of my fucking mind,” I groaned, placing both hands on the side of my head and pressing inward slightly to alleviate the pounding that was going on behind my skull.
It didn’t work.
Paxton was a good advice giver.
He could get me thinking straight in a jiffy, had I wanted him to butt his big behind into my business. Which I can assure you, I did not.
“Lennie, honey,” Paxton said, pulling the car into the bar parking lot and parking beside my car. “He said it back. That’s a give and take relationship. Share your feelings with him. Tell him what scares you about having a relationship. He already knows your worst, now give him your best.”
I looked down at my fingers. “I’m not sure I have a ‘best.’”
He laughed. “You do. Or you wouldn’t be who you are. Now get out of my car, go buy some cookies, and maybe drop by the police station. See if you can find him. Say hi. Try not to say ‘fucking’ when you tell him you love him.”
I gave him a dry look.
“How’d you know I said that?” I asked suspiciously.
He gave me a look that said, ‘Are you kidding me?’ And I laughed.