“All of it,” I say slowly.
He squeezes the head and gives it a little shake, getting all of it out.
“Now kneel.”
He drops to his knees, his breathing still heavy, as I pick up my fork and knife to cut into my food. My eyes fall closed when I take the first bite, the sweet bread mixing with his tangy flavor. I eat every last bite, savoring it as much as I can. This may be it. This may be the thing that sends him running for the hills.
When I’m done eating, I take a few sips of orange juice, then sip my coffee and glance at him.
His eyes are still wide in awe, intrigue, too, maybe. Definitely not disgust or fear.
I drink half the coffee, and put the mug down, then turn to face him fully. I run my fingers through his hair, petting him and enjoying the way his locks feel between my fingers.
His eyes fall closed, lips part. Everything on his face tells me he’s relaxed and enjoying this.
“You did well. That was so sexy—and delicious.”
His eyes pop open, crystal blue like a calm winter sky. I hold his gaze, continuing to run my finger through his hair.
“I enjoyed it,” he finally says, his voice low. Almost like he’s ashamed, or embarrassed. “I could… you know—” He gestures to the outline of my dick.
“It’s not time for that.”
Chapter Fifteen
Cassius
Every time I recall Saturday morning and the look on Harmon’s face when I came on his pancakes, my dick gets hard.
And it’s annoying at this point because it won’t fucking stop. It’s been two days. I’ve jerked off so much that my dick is raw, but it isn’t helping. I considered taking care of it one more time before I have to leave, but if he requests my cum for dinner, well, I need to make sure I have some left. And the easier it is to provide it to him, the better. If I struggle to get there, I’m only going to get in my head about it and make it worse—which is the last thing I want to happen. I want to please him—want to make him proud of me.
“So, any idea when we’re getting out of this shit hole?” Cammy asks as she slides onto my bed to lie beside me.
“I don’t want to rush into things and screw us if this, uh, job doesn’t work out.”
“You mean if your sugar daddy drops you?”
“He isn’t a sugar daddy.”
“Mhmm. Whatever you say.” She drags her finger along the wood above us. “Someone at work mentioned having an apartment for rent. I could ask them about it?”
“Wouldn’t hurt, but ideally, I’d like to buy a house.”
“That’s going to take a long time, Cass.”
“But at least it’ll be paid for.”
“I can’t survive in this house for another couple years while we save to buy a damn house. We could get an apartment, put money aside, keep working and building our savings—while also looking for another job. There’s this place that offers CNA classes in a month. If I could take a month off work, if we could afford that, then that right there could help us. Places are looking for CNAs all the time.”
I turn to face my sister. “That’s not what you want to do, though, Cammy. The plan is nursing school—RN. Not CNA.”
She shrugs, still messing around with the wood. “It would only be for a short time. Just for us to catch our breath, get things handled, you know?
I take her hand, linking our fingers together. “Cam, I want us to do everything that we’ve ever dreamed of. That’s why I’m doing this. We’re going to get out of this place, never have to see Mom again, and just be happy.”
She finally turns to look at me.
“That’s hard to believe,” she says, her voice cracking.