Free Fly Me Home: Home is Where the Heat Is, Book 4 by Candi Wall Page A

curiosity was piqued she was a bulldog. Good quality for a reporter. “Arjun liked getting more than doing, so it worked out well. I’d always have to lube him up, because he was so tight.”
    She started sucking again, faster and with long strokes as he spoke.
    “He liked it when I’d grip his throat and jerk him off while I fucked him. It was hot and I’d always blow my load in him.”
    She sucked him hard but kept pumping him with her hand. Her eyebrows scrunched as she stared up at him, her mouth parted and moist. “Wait. How did you do that? From behind, or were you face to face? I can’t imagine it without the details.”
    She immediately went back to sucking and he swallowed hard. He was close. “Usually, I’d hook his legs over my shoulder. He’d get off, coming all over my chest and stomach. The second his ass tightened on his orgasm, I’d lose it.”
    The image in his head and the hot pumps of her mouth undid him. He grabbed her. “I’m close.”
    She ignored him, pumping and sucking until the release sizzled in his balls and erupted. He cried out, “Here it comes.”
    But she didn’t stop. She didn’t swallow, just caved her mouth around him, but it didn’t matter. He came in her mouth and she fucking blew his mind. Spit or swallow, she was amazing. He was lost, his cock purging so hard Ian slumped against the seat like a limp noodle.
    Handing her a paper towel from the side compartment, Ian shifted and grabbed a couple for himself. He fixed his pants and pulled her back up into the seat next to him. “You’re too good to be true.”
    After a long moment, she smiled. “It’s going to take some time before I can do that, well not the blow job, but the finish part…”
    “Swallowing?” he filled in.
    She shuddered. “Yeah, that. Honestly, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to. Giving you head is hot because you get all wound up. I like it when you can’t control yourself, because you’re always so self-contained. When you lose it and get off, it’s super hot. I’ve never wanted to swallow, but with you, it’s like a final measure. Still, I just can’t make myself do it.”
    “Me neither,” he admitted. “It’s all salt and hot slime.”
    “Ick.” She scrunched her nose. “Good to know I’m not the only one with issues.” Her eyes widened comically. “Wait. You—give your male lovers head?”
    “Of course.” He could almost see her brain firing off the mental image. “You’ve come a long way in a short time, Elizabeth.”
    And he realized he was stating a fact. She’d opened up, taken his crazy life by the balls, and made it a fun place for herself and a slightly altered place for him. For the first time in a long time, he was enjoying the crazy ride that was his life. The stuffy designers didn’t bother him anymore. He walked away from each new Fashion Week destination ready for the next. Seeing Elizabeth’s amazement, shock, interest in what he was all about reminded him of how he’d felt in earlier years, before nothing fazed him and the world was a bright new place to discover.
    She shrugged and started searching the cabinets. “I need water.”
    “Lower compartment.”
    After a moment she produced a bottle and drank half before she slumped back with a sigh. “Okay, that’s better. Now, where were we?”
    Ian reached for the water and when she handed it over, he took a long drink. The way she’d reacted to his interactions with Arjun, and her curiosity, made him think she had more interest in two men as lovers than he’d previously considered.
    With Elizabeth, it was easy. Whatever she wanted, desired, or needed, he’d happily give if he could just keep her feel-good vibe close by. Handing the water bottle back, he watched her closely. “So I was thinking. Arjun is attractive. You were wound up to no end thinking about what we did together. You and I are lovers; Arjun and I have been lovers before. Is he a person you’d like to add to our