The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism

Jesus Christ.

The mommy thing should not work on me the way it did. But here I was, hard as steel under her, and she definitely felt it.

"Handle what exactly?" I asked.

"Sloane." Diane’s lips moved to my ear. "You plant the idea. You be sweet. But I’m the one who’s going to sell her on this."

"You are."

"Mmm." She bit my earlobe, catching it between her teeth with just enough pressure to send heat straight down my spine. "I’m her mother. I know exactly how she thinks. What arguments work on her. What she needs to hear to convince herself." Her tongue traced the shell of my ear in a slow, deliberate line that made my breath catch. "You just need to be exactly what you are."

"And what’s that?"

She pulled back enough to look at me. Her eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them, pupils blown wide with want that had nothing careful about it.

"Someone worth sharing."

Then her mouth was on mine. Hard. Hungry. Her hands fisted in my hair with enough force that it bordered on pain and she kissed me like she’d been holding back for three solid days and was done with it. Maybe she had been. Three days in Chicago doing business negotiations while thinking about this exact moment.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her down harder against me. She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating between us. Her hips rolled once, testing. Then again, grinding down against the bulge in my boxers with deliberate pressure.

"You have no idea," she breathed between kisses, each word punctuated with another movement of her mouth, "how many times I touched myself in that hotel room." Another slow roll of her hips that made my grip tighten. "Thinking about you." Her teeth caught my bottom lip. "About coming home to you." She released it. "About having you right here exactly like this."

"Show me," I said against her mouth.

Her smile was wicked and beautiful and promised things that should have been illegal.

"Oh, I fully intend to."

Her hands went to my shirt. She pulled it up and over my head in one fluid motion, tossing it somewhere behind her without looking. Then her mouth was on my chest, lips and tongue mapping a path down my sternum, pausing to kiss every line of muscle she found along the way.

"You’ve gotten bigger," she murmured against my skin. Her hands spread wide across my ribs, fingers pressing in to feel the muscle underneath. "More solid." Her mouth moved lower.

"That’s what happens when your daughter kicks my ass every morning."

"Don’t talk about my daughter while I’m trying to seduce you."

"You brought her up first."

"Shut up." She bit my nipple. Not gently.

I hissed through my teeth. She soothed it with her tongue.

"You taste so good," she said, kissing lower. "I missed this. Missed having you to myself."

Her hands traced down my sides. Following every line of muscle. Mapping territory she’d claimed weeks ago.

"You’re mine too, you know," she said quietly. "Not just hers."

"I know."

"Do you?" She looked up at me through her lashes. "Because I think you’ve been so busy being sweet with Sloane that you forgot who had you first."

"Diane."

"I had you first." Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my boxers. "I made you mine first." She started pulling them down. "And I’m not giving that up."

I lifted my hips to help her. My cock sprang free, already hard, already aching. She made a pleased sound low in her throat.

"There he is." Her hand wrapped around me. "Mommy’s missed you."

The mommy thing again. Combined with her hand stroking me slow and firm. My brain was short-circuiting.

"This is what I thought about," she continued, her grip tightening just right. "Your cock in my hand. In my mouth. Inside me." She leaned down and her tongue traced up the underside from base to tip. "Mine."

"Fuck," I breathed.

"Not yet." She kissed the head. "First I’m going to taste every inch of you like I promised."

And she did. Her mouth worked down my shaft, kissing and licking and occasionally biting just hard enough to make my hips jerk. She paid attention to everything. The sensitive spot just under the head. The vein running along the underside. My balls, which she sucked into her mouth one at a time while stroking me with her hand.

I tangled my fingers in her pink hair. Not forcing, just needing to touch her. To ground myself before I lost my mind.

"You’re so good," she murmured against my thigh. "So responsive. Do you know how much I love that about you?"

"Diane, please."

"Please what?" She dragged her tongue up my length again. "Tell mommy what you need."

"Your mouth," I said. Gave up pretending I wasn’t completely gone for this. "I need your mouth on me."

She smiled. Beautiful and dangerous.

"Good boy."

Then she took me deep. All the way down in one smooth motion until I hit the back of her throat. My vision whited out for a second. She didn’t gag. Didn’t hesitate. Just swallowed around me and then pulled back slow, her lips tight and perfect around my shaft.

"Jesus Christ," I groaned.

She hummed in approval. The vibration made me twitch in her mouth. She did it again, deliberately, her eyes locked on mine the whole time.

This was different from Sloane. Sloane had been eager but inexperienced. Learning as she went. Diane knew exactly what she was doing. Every movement calculated to drive me insane. Two weeks of learning my body paying off now.

She pulled off with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected her lips to my cock. She didn’t break eye contact as she licked it away.

"You taste better than I remembered," she said.

"It’s been three days."

"Three days too long." She took me back into her mouth. Deeper this time. Working me with her hand and tongue in perfect rhythm.

I was going to lose it. Could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine. My hands tightened in her hair.

"Diane, I’m close."

She pulled off again. Her hand kept stroking.

"Where do you want to come?" she asked. "My mouth? My face? My tits?"

"Your choice."

Wrong answer apparently. She squeezed just below the head. Hard enough to make me gasp.

"I asked you a question, Lukas."