One Last Rainy Day: The Legacy of a Prince(85)

“Fuck, baby,” I croak, lowering the phone so Sean gets the full effect. “She’s ravenous, bro. Shame the weather isn’t putting out in your favor.”

“Goddamnit,” Sean grits out, his voice hoarse. “I miss that mouth.”

I know he’s getting off on this as much as me. Cecelia knows it too, which has her ditching the last of her foreplay and going all in.

“Keep talking,” I grunt, “it’s turning her on.”

“I’m in the middle of a shift,” his reply is gravel.

“Then I suggest you get somewhere private and f-fucking fast,” I chop out, nearly losing my shit when she cups my sack and tugs. “She’s in one of her moods.”

The plant noise lowers, and I know he’s taken heed of my suggestion.

“I feel for you,” I say, massaging her scalp with my fingers, “and your current view,” I taunt as she engulfs me, “because she’s wearing nothing but fire-red panties . . . perfect nipples at attention.” She bobs again, taking me prisoner by digging her nails into my ass. “I’m thinking maybe she bought these panties to wear for you.” I run my finger along the stretch of her mouth. “Did you buy those to wear for Sean?”

A strangled confirmation is hummed around my dick as Sean curses over the line.

“Too bad you aren’t here to see them,” I say, pumping my hips. “She knows red is your favorite.”

“I’m going to redden your perfect ass for that, Cecelia,” Sean threatens, tone rough. Cecelia noisily pops me out of her mouth, her voice liquid desire.

“Looking forward to it.”

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers. “Are you wet for me too?”

I lift my brows and grip her chin. “Tell him.”

“You know I am,” she moans, gripping my cock so hard at the base that my hips jerk. “I miss you,” she murmurs.

“This is torture.”

“I’ll say, she’s licking me up and down like she’s fucking starving, brother,” I relay as she flattens her tongue along the bottom before swirling it along my head, our eyes locked.

“I was just minding my own when she drove over, stripped down, dropped to her knees, and started sucking my cock . . .” I run my thumb along her cheek, “She looks so fucking beautiful doing it, lips stretched wide. Too bad you’re missing out,” I grunt as she takes another hard pull before taking me down to the base.

“Fuck you,” he growls as the noise at the plant dies with the snap of a door.

“I think you’re making him hard,” I whisper as she starts to edge me—to make it last. After another thorough pass, she pops me out of her mouth, whispering like I imagine a siren would. “Are you hard for me, Sean?”

“Fuck yes,” he groans. “Always.”

“Are you in our office?” She asks, pumping me while scoring her nails over my abs.

“Yeah, baby,” he grunts. “Do you need me to come home and help?”

“That’s not the way this works,” I remind him.

“It’s been raining all fucking week,” he cracks out raggedly.

“It’s up to her to share, but,” I grunt again, “I would say our girl is owning it,” I report as she takes me back down to the base, and I can’t help my sharp exhale. “Fuck, Cecelia.”

“Baby, will you save some for me?” Sean rasps hoarsely.

“Always,” Cecelia murmurs.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she’s well fed and taken care of.” Using my grip on the back of her head, I thrust enough to gag her for him to hear. Sean’s rapid hard breaths sound over the line. “Fuck, I’m already there.”

“She’s licking my crown,” I report as fire ramps up my spine. “She’s teasing me, Sean. Maybe I should teach her a lesson.”

“Don’t you fucking dare hang up,” he grunts. “Baby, talk to me.”

“I’ll be in your bed,” she noisily sucks the tip, “as soon as the sun comes out,” she assures, cutting off my protest, gagging herself for us both as my cock jerks in warning.

“But her ass will already be red,” I declare.

The second she digs her nails into my thigh, I come, groaning hard as I pulse into her waiting mouth while she blunts her nails down my thigh. She takes every drop as I grip her chin after filling her mouth.

“Open,” I order, and she does. “She’s got a mouth full of me, Sean. What should she do?”

“Swallow,” he orders without hesitation.

“You heard him,” I say, releasing her cinched mouth from my grip before her throat bobs. “She missed a little.” Taking my thumb, I push it into her mouth, “but she’s sucking it off my thumb.”

“Jesus Christ,” Sean curses.

“Don’t worry about grabbing me dinner,” I taunt, grinning down at her, “because, by the time you get here, I’ll already have eaten.”

Ending the call, I pull her to her feet, and Cecelia shakes her head, mock scorn in her eyes. “You’re horrible.”

“You’ll thank me for that, and you know it.”

“Yeah,” she grins, “I probably will.”