Eligible Best Friend by Marie Johnston

Author:Marie Johnston [Johnston, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LE Publishing
Published: 2023-09-26T18:30:00+00:00

Lia

Water sluices off my body as I kneel in the shower. Ford towers over me, his expression as earnest as a kid getting his first brand-new bike.

I stroke my hand along his length. He’s really big. Long and thick, he fills every part of me.

How can this man make me feel so feminine and dainty? It’s not like this at work. On our shifts, we’re equals. He doesn’t cater to me and he expects me to hold up my end of the job.

Here, in my place? He carried me to the bedroom. I’m nearly six feet tall and not at all willowy and he walked like I was nothing more than a fanny pack. A mostly naked one. And he worshiped me all night long.

I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me, and by morning, we ran out of condoms, creating the perfect opportunity for me to go down on him for once.

I take him into my mouth. I’ve never been big into blowing a guy, so it’s pleasantly surprising that I actually want to. I want to do this for Ford, and I want to experience him as fully as he experienced me.

This strong, unflappable man is coming apart in my shower because of me. His body is shaking. He’s propped his arms on the shower wall and he’s trembling, moaning my name over and over.

I don’t know how much time has passed. I’m usually counting down the seconds, rushing the job so I can be done, but I’m absorbed in how he tastes, how he clenches when I swirl my tongue, and I love prolonging his pleasure.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasps. “If you don’t want to…Lia!” He groans and rolls his head back.

Usually, I’m not a swallower. The thought would make me dry heave. Ford’s different there too. I want him. I want to taste all of him.

He goes rigid and heat explodes in my mouth. I hang on to his hip with one hand as he shakes and moans my name. I never get tired of hearing him say it. I’ve been Wescott to him for so long that when he calls me Lia, it’s more intimate. He’s let down his guard around me. Wescott kept me in the coworker category. We were buddies. When he calls me Lia, we’re more. It doesn’t matter that plenty of other people call me that too. Not Ford. He’s too careful. We could be friends with benefits and he would still call me Wescott, but he hasn’t.

I sit back on my heels and grin up at him. His flagging erection bobs in my face. The wondrous way he gazes at me makes me feel special. Cherished.

I can almost forget this isn’t real.

I rise to cover the sting that thought gives me.

He helps me up, his hands cupping my elbows.

“I don’t know where you learned how to do that, but I’m grateful.”

“Presley’s School for the Gifted Blow Jobber?”

He chuckles as he folds me in his embrace and moves us both under the spray.

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