Submitting to Her(84)

In this new reality, though, Taylor was not Zoey. I'd have to look far and wide to find someone like her.

Taylor lay over me, clutching the base of my cock in one hand as she took me straight in her mouth, her silky blonde hair trailing over my stomach as her fingers tightened around my shaft, which couldn't help but harden under her heated assault.

I let out a moan - it did feel good, though there was that hollow feeling about it, empty, like it wasn't properly earned.

I lay back, closed my eyes, and couldn't help but imagine the dark hair, bright eyes and powerful presence of my Zoey. Oh, what an idiot I'd been just leaving her like that. There must have been another answer. I'd regret losing her for the rest of my life.

What if every single sexual partner from now on turned out to feel like this to me, like Taylor? Empty, limp, lifeless. Too easy to please.

Taylor was moaning as she continued to bob her head up and down my shaft, and I felt I was doing her a disservice, shutting my eyes and imagining another woman. She was pretty, she was certainly sexy. She'd made the effort after I'd drunk-dialed her the previous evening with a sudden offer of drinks and maybe more.

When I opened my eyes, I receive the kind of startling shock that might well have stopped my heart had I been a couple of decades older.

Zoey stood over by the door, arms folded, watching Taylor sucking my cock.





Chapter Twenty-Eight





I jumped, of course, but could hardly move with a blonde clamped over my thighs, lips locked around my manhood.

Zoey looked stunning in a short white skirt and yellow blouse, which seemed so unlike her as a fashion choice, I would have probably said something if the situation hadn't been so bizarre. Her glasses were slightly different, too - horn-rimmed this time, though still small and elegant, they appeared slightly softer on her face than the frames they'd replaced.

She did look terrifying to me, though I suspect she would have looked terrifying in any outfit. Standing there by the door, she didn't say anything, just watched with a disdainful expression on her beautiful face, checking out the scene and the bottle blonde currently servicing me on the bed. I couldn't tell if she was going to shout at me or kiss me.

Taylor didn't even seem to notice - thinking my gasp had been from her oral skills.

I just lay there for a moment, a rabbit trapped in the headlights. My every cell seemed to cry out for the strong brunette standing by the door, my every muscle clamoring for her to come and take Taylor's place.

As the blonde continued sucking and licking my cock, for some reason I saw Zoey's expression soften. Well, I had walked out on her. We had been separated for some months by now - we were certainly no longer an item. I had more right to be here in my bedroom having my erection polished by another woman than Zoey had the right to be standing in my bedroom at all.

For some reason, I had the sitcom "Friends" running through my head - Ross Geller screaming "we were on a break!" regarding his infidelity while in a lovers' tiff with his long-term crush, Rachel Green.

We were on a break.

I made a slight move of the arms as though to push myself up, so that I could stop Taylor and then actually deal with this situation.

But Zoey gave a slight shake of her head.

Continue, her eyes told me.

What?

I shot a confused look back at her, but she gave me another slight shake of the head, telling me not to stop, a swoosh of the hand to signal I was to continue. And now she was wandering over, circling the end of the bed watching the scene before her, even checking out Taylor's butt and her oral technique.

I was still confused, though having Zoey there, meandering silently and gracefully around the bed while a near-naked blonde bobbed up and down on my cock, I was at least highly aroused.

Taylor was humming along, clearly happy that she was apparently making me really hard now. Still I had no idea what to say. My brain was more than slightly starved of blood, but even so. Did I stop Taylor, demand that Zoey get out? Shout at her for having no rights to come in, and so on?

But I didn't want Zoey to get out. I wanted Taylor to get out. Oh Brandon be damned, I wanted Zoey more than anything in the world.

My brown-haired goddess leaned over the bed, and I was surprised again as the corners of her mouth turned up into a quiet, mischievous smile. She looked at me, and gazed closely at Taylor's rear, her pussy. Then she tucked her hair up behind an ear, and gently perched down on the edge of the bed, giving me a strangely imperious expression.

She seemed to warm my insides by several degrees, just looking at me like that. It was as though she was saying: you're still mine, Jones. But I forgive you this little dalliance. Her eyes also seemed impressed that I had found myself such a pretty little blonde to suck my cock.

Then she leaned forward, and crawled over to me, and to my complete surprise, held her hair out of her face and pushed forward to kiss me.