Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

I pulled Laird’s body closer into my embrace. We walked slowly towards the main bedroom at the end of the hallway. Once we reached his room, I immediately pushed him to lie flat on the bed.

“Are we going for oral?” he asked with bated breath as I took off his shorts.

“Yes, that’s one of them,” I said as I removed his boxers.

“I have lube if you need it,” he grinned, and I narrowed my eyes.

“Ah, so is this your method during phone sex?” I teased him with a tickle.

“Don’t judge me because you’re the one who made me use that almost expired lube,” he said, handing me the tube of lubricant.

“So, you’ve had this for a long time? Tell me, who were you thinking of when you used it?” I asked as I squeezed a bit onto my palm.

“It doesn’t matter. Just for fun while watching a website, urgh!” His body tensed as I started applying the cold liquid to both of his balls.

“Hm, is that Charlotte McMillian?” I asked before licking the tip of his rising erection.

“As I said,” Laird held his breath again as my wet mouth began to make firm strokes on his shaft. “I don’t know her.”

I started to lose myself in my new task. My focus was solely on Laird’s thickening and hardening cock. His erection soared higher as my tongue licked and sucked on his hard shaft.

He sighed, then softly cradled the back of my head. He lifted his body to watch how I satisfied his member down here. Without hesitation, I moved my head up and down to suck and pump his shaft.

I was intentionally showing him how much I liked his cock. I love his shaft encircled by my red lips, and I knew he liked it too.

“You’re so skilled, baby,” he exclaimed amidst his rushed breaths.

Each time my lips hit his balls, his cock head would hit the roof of my mouth. Though I gagged and the wet sounds were painful to my ears, I strengthen my intention to satisfy him.

Laird’s hips began to move to increase the speed of the friction between my lips and his shaft. I noticed his erection was hardening even more, especially with his balls tensing each time I gently massaged them with the lube. My fingers also played at the base of his shaft, making him grimace.

My tongue continued to lick every inch of his cock. Then I didn’t shy away from playing with the tip of his cock, which kept oozing savory pre-cum. I even intentionally turned my head so that the tip of his shaft could hit my soft cheek.

“Argh, yes,” he said, writhing beneath my palm. Massage after massage made his hips continually thrust upwards.

I let the sound of slurping be heard loudly so that he knew how determined I was to repay all his kindness to me. Then my hands began to massage the base of his shaft rhythmically, while my mouth and tongue kept sliding with his cock.

Suck after suck with my lips tucked in made him even more uncontrollable. I could feel his erection rising high. This time, there was no need to hold back because I knew he would reach climax in my mouth.

“Fen, just a little more.”

Laird’s deep voice, encouraging me, immediately had a burning effect on me. In response to his request, I quickened my pace and intensified the impact on his balls, which I was still massaging with my hands.

He was on the verge of pulling my hair, but I let him savor every moment. He kept getting bigger, harder, and thicker until I knew he was about to reach his peak. Both of my hands tightened on his shaft. With the slippery lube, I finally massaged his cock from the base all the way to my mouth at the tip.

One final stroke was all it took for him to ejaculate his cum into my mouth. The scent of sex immediately filled my nostrils, and I savored the savory essence of Laird Evans. He tasted sweet; it must be because of all of the fruits he consumed these days with me.

My hands still encircled his cock and gently squeezed out all the fluid inside. My mouth retreated from his shaft, but my hands still gripped him. Apparently, there was still some residue left, and one final stroke made Laird’s shaft spray thick white fluid like a fountain onto my hand and his balls.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Jeez, darling. That was truly amazing,” he praised between his heavy breaths.

I nodded as I took tissues from the nightstand next to his bed. I wiped my hands and mouth before getting up to go to the bathroom to truly clean up the physical evidence of our oral and hand lovemaking session.

When I returned from the bathroom, I saw Laird standing and leaning on the balcony with a cigarette in his mouth. I approached him and hugged him from behind. He immediately held me tighter.

“I didn’t know you smoke now,” I said.

“Only sometimes, when I feel like it,” he said before slipping the cigarette back into his lips.

“You used to always maintain your physique for the baseball team selection,” I said, leaning my head on Laird’s broad chest.

“Yes. But after realizing my dream of becoming a professional athlete was shattered, and my friends at college taught me, I started smoking when I needed to find ideas,” he exhaled the smoke away from me.

“What are you thinking about now?” I asked, stroking his chest.

“Finding a way to lighten Alan’s punishment,” he answered shortly.

“Are you really committed to helping him now?” I asked with a small smile.

“I’m trying to think positively about him,” he said, still gazing at the dim night sky.

“That’s good. Positive thinking will lift our spirits,” I said.

“Yes. Especially since I really need it after reading the court summons that arrived at the office this afternoon. I’m worried that you and Alan will be devoured by that one piranha.”

“Piranha?” I asked, tilted my head to him.

“Malcolm Golden, the prosecuting attorney. My father’s archenemy.”