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through his teeth. “You’re killing me here.”
    Pulling his pants
and underwear down slightly, I take his length into my hand,
marveling at the silky feel of his hot skin against my palm. I
squeeze him gently, rubbing my thumb along the tip, and Matt gives a
groan.
    “Shhh,”
I whisper as I start stroking him. His hips press upward, urging me
on.
    “What if
someone calls me?”
    “Answer the
phone,” I say nonchalantly as I lean forward and lick him from
base to tip. He actually grunts at the contact.
    “What if
someone knocks on the door?” he gasps when I lick him again.
    “Tell them to
go away.” This time I take him all the way in, straight to the
back of my throat, where I relax it so I don’t gag him out. He
tastes divine, and I can feel him trembling all over.
    “What if—?”
he starts to ask, but I cut him off.
    Releasing him from
my mouth, I say, “Baby… shut up and enjoy this.”
    He grins at me and
leans his head back again, closing his eyes. I take him back in my
mouth, and then I go to town on my man. I pull him in deep, relishing
the way he slides between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
Bringing his hands to my hair, he grips me hard. His hips start
moving on their own, and I can tell he’s completely powerless
to stop them.
    I let my hand in on
the action. As I pull up on his cock with my lips, I let my hand
squeeze and stroke him around the base. Apparently, this feels good
to the male persuasion because at this point, Matt starts babbling
almost incoherently. I can make out a few words like “fuck,”
“blow,” and “come,” but he butchers most of
the English language with words like “woirsht” and
“ferulsa”.
    No clue what they
mean.
    The time comes when
I feel him get even larger, even harder, in my mouth, and I take a
peek up at him. I love when he looks like this… eyes squeezed
shut, mouth hanging slightly open, and eyebrows angled in. He’s
getting ready to come, and I relish it.
    He erupts hot into
my mouth on a down stroke, and fortuitously straight down the back of
my throat. He moans low and long, and I’m pretty sure anyone
walking by right now would hear it.
    And you guessed it…
he whispers my name over and over as I continue to move up and down
his length a few more times until every spasm has quieted down, and
his grip relaxes from my hair.
    I pull away and tuck
him gently back into his pants, pulling the zipper up. Standing up, I
lean over and grab his tie, pulling him forward so I can give him a
soft kiss. He breathes a relaxed sigh over me.
    “Feeling
better?” I ask him.
    His eyes open and
they are light golden, looking at me with awe and reverence. He nods
and says, “You’re amazing.”
    I flash him a quick
smile and straighten his tie out. “I know. Now, let’s
talk about this appeal and figure what we need to do so we can kick
those motherfucker’s asses.”
    Matt’s
laughter rings out loud, and yeah… my chest puffs out a little
that I did that to him.

“Hey, baby.
I’d like another Slippery Nipple.” I punctuate my
statement by wriggling my bottom against Matt’s lap. I can feel
the rumble of a groan tearing through him, but he grips my waist hard
to stop my movements.
    Party pooper. Who
cares if we’re out in public?
    “No more
Slippery Nipples for you,” Matt says emphatically. “You’re
going to be hating life tomorrow as it is.”
    Dude! Cut off by my
boyfriend and during my celebration. That’s messed up.
    I look at my watch
and I admit… I must be a little drunk because I have to squint
my eyes to bring it into focus. It’s only nine PM, which makes
it even more embarrassing that I’ve been cut off.
    We’re
celebrating because I had my first solo hearing today and won. Now,
granted… it wasn’t much of a fight, and yeah, the other
side didn’t even show up, so technically the judge had no
choice but to grant in my favor. But hey, a win is a win is a win,
and I wasn’t about to say no to Matt when he suggested we