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I can already see the tip of my cock glistening and Vera does too,  licking across the top and sending a burst of sensation through me. She  takes me in her hand, tipping my cock back so she can lick along the  bottom in one smooth stroke. "I didn't get to explore this as much as I  wanted to that first day," she says.

Her fingers flick along my length, teasing for a moment before she  circles me with them, stroking. Her fingers barely touch my skin, and  still a deep satisfaction rolls through me. Then Vera leans down, taking  my balls into her mouth like she did on that first day, and I groan.  God it feels so fucking good. She sucks them both into her mouth, and I  feel how full her mouth is with them. Her tongue sweeps across them, and  I shudder. "Vera," I say, unable to stop myself.

"You like that?" she says, letting go.

"Fuck yes."

"Good." She seals her mouth over the head of my cock and sucks. All my  muscles twitch and I swear I could come right now. I watch her work her  way down my cock, pushing me deeper until her mouth is full of me. The  sight of Vera's mouth stuffed to bursting with my cock is easily one of  the hottest things I've ever seen. She continues to suck, creating a  vacuum in her mouth and I close my eyes. Every time she sucks it's a  bolt of pleasure along my nerves. I grab the couch in order to stay  still. My body tightens as I fight for control to not fuck her mouth  until I explode.

Vera retreats and takes a breath, stroking me with her hand. I keep my  eyes closed, and I feel her mouth close over me again, sliding  downwards. Down and down, and she doesn't stop. Suddenly my cock is at  the back of her mouth and she still doesn't stop. My eyes fly open as  the head of my cock pops into her throat. And she still doesn't stop,  sliding me further and deeper as her mouth comes to rest at the base of  me, lips pressed against my stomach.

"Fuck." It's the only word that I can think of.

I feel her tongue reach out, caressing the bottom of my cock as she bobs  her head up and down. She's sliding me up and down, but never releasing  me from her throat. I reach out and thread my fingers through her hair,  wanting to feel her rhythm in my hands. Vera hums and swallows, and I  curse as her throat constricts around me. She releases me entirely,  taking a deep breath and giving me a slow smile.

"I don't want to swallow," she says.

Her hand is still moving on me. I blink, trying to focus. Fuck. "You  don't have to." She can do whatever she wants as long as she puts her  mouth on me again.

She gives me a long, slow, lick and locks her gaze onto mine. "Let me be  clear. The reason I don't want to swallow is because you're going to be  so far in my throat when you come that I won't have to."

My cock jerks against her hand, and I freeze, the visual of her words  flooding my mind and sending me straight to the edge. She takes me into  her mouth again, moving rhythmically along the shaft until I'm too deep  inside to see straight. My hips are moving now, pushing into her even as  I try to keep still. Vera works me with her throat, bobbing quickly.  She hums and uses her voice to tease me and I am so close to coming.

She pulls me out, back to my head, sucking on the tip before plunging it  as far down as it can go, her tongue touching my balls. Again, it's the  sight that drives me crazy, and I cry out as my balls tighten and I  release into her. I feel my cock jerking in her throat as I come,  sending everything I have deep inside her.

Vera sucks my cock hard, keeping her mouth sealed and not letting a  single drop escape. Finally releasing me, she licks her lips. That  devilish smirk is back.

"That was fun," she says lightly.

I can only groan, words still out of the realm of possibility.

She raises an eyebrow at me as she stands. "I hope that didn't take too  much out of you," she says. "Because I'm going to be naked in your bed  very shortly, and I expect you to fuck me. Thoroughly."

I watch her walk toward my bedroom as she pulls her shirt over her head.  I'm already getting hard again as I contemplate all the things we can  do together, how I can really make her scream my name. I'm fully naked  before I reach the bedroom, and as I walk through the door, I see that  she is too.





16





Vera





The weekend passes like a dream. James and I are never separated, and  even when we're not having sex we're touching. We are constantly  entwined with each other, and I still just can't get enough of being  with him. And we talk. We talk about the silly little things you might  find out from each other on a first date, and we share things like our  firsts. Mine was sloppy and awkward, and so was his. I feel at ease  sharing these moments with him, in a way I have with no one else.         

     



 

Then there's the sex. He does make me scream. He challenged himself to  make me come as many times as he could using only his mouth in only an  hour-that left me seeing stars. Then we burned our lunch because we  ended up fucking on the kitchen floor. His store of condoms is running  dangerously low.

By the time Sunday night arrives, I'm not sure how much more my body can  take, even if it feels like I'll never stop wanting it. And on top of  that, my own reality starts to leak through.

I've managed to mostly not think about my father this weekend. But  tomorrow is the deadline, the day I report to my first day on the new  job, and dread steals the heat from me and pools in my stomach like a  weight. I put on one of James's shirts and wander out to the kitchen  where he's cooking. Pasta, I think. I smile at the fact that he's making  me Italian.

I lean against the archway of the kitchen and watch him. His back is to  me, and I let my eyes wander, examining the way his shoulders move and  the way the muscles of his back disappear into his sweatpants. He turns  and sees me staring. He smiles. "Hey."

"Hey."

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, fine."

He turns away from me briefly to stir the pasta. "That doesn't sound fine."

"I'm just-" I sigh, shaking my head. "I'm thinking about tomorrow."

"Yeah," he says.

I watch the water bubble for a minute. "What do you think?" I ask.

"About you and your dad?"

I nod.

His face closes off. "That's not really my call."

"I know, but I want to hear your opinion."

He starts to get dishes out from his cupboards even though the food  isn't ready, and I get the impression he's trying not to look at me. "I  think you should walk away," he says.

I knew that's what he thought, but it's still a shock hearing him say it  out loud. "You think I should volunteer to be disowned?"

"No," he says. "I think you should respectfully tell your dad that you  need to go your own way for a while. And then go. I've seen your  designs, Vera. You're good. I think it's very possible he'll come  around."

"He'll make sure I don't get hired anywhere else, though."

The timer beeps and James turns it off. "Your father isn't all powerful.  And Rebecca loved you-you think she really wouldn't hire you if you  explained that it was a misunderstanding?"

"I don't know. Two million dollars is a lot of money," I say. "Plus, he's right. I have nowhere to stay."

"You'd find a place." James drains the pasta. "You would get a temporary  job, get an apartment. You don't have to have a place to go-make your  own."

"Yeah." It's not a bad idea, but it is terrifying. The prospect of leaving the safety of what I've always known is daunting.

"You could start your own company. A non-profit," James says.

I laugh. "No I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I have no money of my own to start a non-profit. All I have is  my savings, and since it's just the money I made while I was doing my  work study job at school, it isn't enough to start with. Big donors  don't write checks to nobodies."

James carries two full plates into the adjacent dining room. "You're not  nobody. You're Vera Caldwell. Your name doesn't have to work against  you."

"You make it sound so easy," I say, following.

"Not easy, I don't think." He pulls out a chair for me and I sit. "But it is simple."

"Would you contract with my imaginary non-profit?"

He smiles. "Of course I would. We'd be an unstoppable force."

We talk about other things for the rest of our meal, but the idea worms  its way into my brain. Can I really just walk away? I'm not sure that  I'm strong enough to just start my life over. I know James did it, but  he was forced into it. Choosing that feels very different. But I do like  the idea of running my own non-profit. Being in charge of what I do and  imagining all the ways I can help people? It sounds pretty perfect.

It's getting late, and together James and I retreat to his bedroom like  it's the most natural thing to go to bed together. I take off his shirt,  and he takes off his pants and we lie together in the dark. It feels  wrong to have any barrier like clothing between us right now.