Page 46 of Patio Lanterns
“Ohhh baby, gimme some of that,” she whimpered, lusting after the feast that awaited. She swept her hair away from her face, holding it back with one hand as she cuffed the girthy base of his dick with the other. He vibrated with excitement as she leaned over and lowered her mouth. The anticipation of fully entering her hot, wet paradise sent lust slamming into his chest moments before she took him in, and he saw stars.
Her smooth, swirling tongue lavished oral attention on his cock’s meaty head as she dragged her hand up and down the shaft. Every pulsing sensation coursing through him was as electrical as it was exquisite, stoking his desire for more of it, more of her, more of everything, as untold pleasure tremored through his body. He had no idea what he’d done in this, or in any of his past lives, to deserve getting head this good.
Under the hypnotic spell of her caressing mouth, he reached up behind him to claw at the headrest, desperately needing something to cling to. “Oh fuck, yes,” he rasped, as his entire world narrowed to the tight seal of her lips and the fucking miracle of her mouth. His jaw clenched tight, and sweat tickled his brow, his heart beating wildly in his thumping chest. Succumbing to the rhythm of her hungry mouth in tandem with the velvety vice-grip of her hand jacking his length, it was like riding a runaway freight train about to jump the tracks, and he was totally getting off.
He fought to keep his eyes from closing, willing himself to watch the glorious sight of her head of curls bobbing in his lap.
He placed his hand on the back of her head, guiding her rhythm as she masterfully orchestrated his gratification. The feel of her slippery lips rolling over his cock was getting to be too much. Gritting his teeth, a primitive, guttural sound rumbled through him, somewhere between a demanding grunt and a pleading growl. “I’m so close.”
She eased back her frenzied rhythm, finding a new, slower cadence, yet deliberately sucking him in harder and deeper. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed. His body short-circuited, tripping the sudden, intense power surge. Heart hammering, mind reeling, and nerves pulled taut, he surrendered to an earthquake of pleasure that shook his entire body.
She took everything he had to give, her enthusiastic lapping and swallowing gradually giving way to gently suckling kisses before she sat up again.
She sat up. Still licking him from her lips, the corners of her mouth curled into a Cheshire grin. “Now what do you have to say for yourself, Ricky Hunter?”
He smiled at her as he fought to catch his breath. “I’m so glad I didn’t bring my bike today.”
* * *
The moment they walked into the Blue Canoe, Mutt greeted them with elated barks, plenty of waggles, and wet kisses, then Rick and Robin immediately went their separate ways to avoid raising suspicion. She crept upstairs. He strode into the kitchen, whistling happily.
“Hey Dad,” Aidan greeted, tucking a work pencil behind his ear. Lark and Nova were standing next to him, looking like they were headed for the beach.
“Well, good afternoon, all,” he said, giving them a little wave.
Nova giggled and held up her hand to him. He met her high five, and she slapped his palm right on cue. “Oof! You walloped me good again!” He winced in mock pain, staggering backwards as he held his arm. She squealed with laughter.
“Oh, she likes you,” Lark said. “Even if you are kind of a weakling to let a two-year-old take you down so easily.”
Rick laughed. “That girl is stronger than you think.”
“Well,” Lark said, “we’ll leave you to get your work done. We just wanted some juice before going for a little splash time.”
“Sounds good, see you later,” Aidan said, as they walked past. He then clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “All right, you ready to get to work?”
“That’s why I’m here,” Rick said. He picked the measuring tape out of the open toolbox on the counter. “Let’s do this.”
Aidan shook his head. “C’mon, Dad, don’t be so old school. Use the digital measure. The laser level is far more accurate.”
“For measuring cabinet doors?” Rick asked before stopping himself. Cool it. Aidan is the foreman on this project, he should be the one to make the calls. “Yeah, you’re right. That’s probably much more precise.”
They each focused on one side of the cupboards, taking measurements of the cabinet openings, then adding in the required amount of overlay for the doors being installed. Ideally, their separate calculations should match.
“So, have you thought any more about my proposal?” Aidan asked.
Rick had been expecting the blitz and had readied his block. “I have,” he said. “And I’d still like to review your partnership contract and know more about the scope of this project before committing that kind of capital.”
“But I’ve already told you everything you need to know.”
“I would’ve never, ever advised a client to blindly make an investment before thoroughly researching the risk and reviewing the prospectus. So, I’m sorry, Aidan, but I can’t give you the money until I know more about it.”
Aidan relented. “You’re being careful, and I respect that,” he said. “But don’t just think of it as investing in a real estate development project, think of it as making an investment in my future success.”
Rick resented having the squeeze put on him. He bit his tongue before he said anything he’d regret. When he didn’t respond, Aidan looked over.
“Hey, no worries,” he said. “I’ll back off and give you a bit more time.”
“That’d be great,” Rick told him.
