I offered to run upstairs and grab a beer from Lauren’s fridge for him. Tacos always taste better with beer. He wouldn’t let me because it wasn’t right for him to drink when I couldn’t.
“How was work today? Stella drill you about our trip?” he asks.
Yep, drilled me as hard as his tongue did in the shower. I give him my best duh impression, and he laughs.
“Hudson pulled the same shit with me.”
“They’re more invested in our relationship than their own.” I scrunch up my face. “I can’t blame them though. I did the same thing with them.”
“I’ll admit, it’s fun when you’re on the other side.” He tilts his water glass my way. “Did I thank you for the company the night we got them back together?”
A while back, Stella and Hudson broke up after the tabloids went after their relationship. I called Dallas, and we set up a plan to get them back together. It worked, and Hudson and Dallas flew to New York to surprise her.
I didn’t want to be a cockblock during their making up, so I hung out in the lobby. That was where Dallas found me. We spent the night tasting food at every food cart, and I showed him my favorite spots in Times Square.
“You gave me my first good night in a while,” he says. “No matter how shitty I’m feeling, you seem to always bring me back to the light.” He runs his hand over his jaw. “Since we’re talking about fixing relationships, about last night …”
“I know, I know. It was a mistake,” I rush out, sensing his regret. Did he make tacos to soften up the blow? “We were tired, not thinking clearly, horny again because we hadn’t been laid in months.”
“Whoa, hold up. I wasn’t tired, and my mind was crystal clear.” He stretches his shoulders back and grins. “Although you hit the nail on the head with the horny part.”
What’s he saying?
“I didn’t eat your pussy last night just to get off. I don’t do pity sex or pity oral sex.” His tone turns serious. “In fact, I thought my sex life was over, but then you sat your perky ass across from me at the bar with your sexy-as-hell red hair pulled back to show off your contagious smile.” He chuckles and leans in to rest his elbows on the table. “So, let’s quit using the horny-and-not-thinking excuse.”
Why do my words always come back to bite me in the ass? I’m judging him for pushing me away yet doing the same.
“In case you forgot, I was there in the morning,” he continues.
“’Cause you were stranded.”
Why can’t I stop pulling away? Rejection still scares me.
“That was part of the reason, yes, but the other was you.”
“Good. So, we can confirm we’re both sexually attracted to each other. Maybe we should explore that and leave our feelings to the side for now.”
“You want this to only be about sex?”
I nod.
“You sure about that?”
“Positive.”
We’ll screw for now and get each other out of our systems. In my head, I want to believe the only reason I’m pursuing him is that he gives me the best orgasms I’ve ever had. I want sex, and then we can worry about a relationship later. The opposite of what I was taught as a kid, but whatever.
He wipes his mouth, throws the napkin on his plate, and gets up from the chair. “Let’s see if I can change your mind.” He holds his hand out to me.
I stare at him in shock. I wasn’t expecting this to go down now. “What?”
His eyes grow wilder every second he stares at me. “A warning, sweetheart. Don’t challenge me and then be surprised when I rise to it.”
I take his hand and let him pull me up. He doesn’t give me a chance to take another breath before he hungrily captures my mouth with this. I moan when his tongue slips into my mouth. The kiss makes it clear that he’s going to make me regret saying that all I wanted was his cock. It explains he’ll make me beg for it until I admit that I want more.
I gasp for those lost breaths when he grabs a handful of my ass and draws me in closer. I waste no time in pushing his shirt up and over his head. I didn’t have the chance to thoroughly appreciate his body last night in the shower. His tongue between my legs consumed my every thought.
My mouth waters at the sight of his firm chest, muscles galore, the six-pack finely sculpted. He’s right about one thing. He might be older, but his body and his cock outweigh Brett in every way. He tenses when I run my lips down his chest and flick my tongue against his nipple. His cock swells under his jeans, him rising for the challenge, if you will, and I drop to my knees to frantically pull it out.
I’m taking control before he gets the chance to.
Blow jobs have never been my thing. I saw them as a chore with Brett, but everything is different with Dallas. The thought of his hard dick inside my mouth excites me. Pleasing him pleases me.
I wet my lips, drinking in the sight of his large erection twitching in front of me, pre-cum dripping from the tip. His head falls back when I take the full length of him in my mouth. He’s so big, it stabs me in the back of my throat. I bring my mouth back, drawing his dick out to catch my breath, and then eagerly suck him back in.
“Fuck, that mouth, Willow,” he croaks out when I sink my nails into his ass to blow him better.
His hand dips down to wrap around his cock, and he jacks off in sync with my mouth. The hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. I take him in, more excitedly.
He’s close, I can tell, and I can’t wait to taste his cum again.
Can’t wait to swallow him down but still have the taste of him lingering there.
I wait for it, my mouth moving faster, but he pulls away right before we reach the finish line.
The hell?
His face burns with desire as he stares down at me on my knees. “I’ll never get the sight of this out of my mind. It’s better than anything I’ve imagined while jacking off.”
Chills climb up my spine. “You think about me when you’re jacking off?”
His hand is still wrapped around his cock, and he goes back to slowly stroking it. “Every fucking time,” he grits out.
“Let me finish the job then,” I say with a pout.
He shakes his head. “I’m going to finish the job in your tight pussy. I know you enjoy sucking my cock, but that’ll be nothing compared to sliding inside you.” He catches my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Now, stand up, so I can put you on this table and eat you as my dessert.”
I shyly bite my lip. “How can a girl deny that?”
“You’ll never want to deny me when I give you this dick again. You’ll be coming back for more.”
He picks me up underneath my elbows and settles me on the table. I open my legs the second my ass hits the edge. I’m ready for this. I need this.
“Put your hand over my mouth before you start,” I breathe out.
He cocks his head to the side. “Didn’t know you were into that.”
I shake my head and laugh. “We have to be quiet. Your sister lives right above me, and the walls are thin.”
“I don’t give a shit. I want to hear you scream my name.”
My sweatpants and panties are off in seconds, and he disposes of my bra and T-shirt. He licks his lips when he takes in my breasts. He cups them and leans down to draw a nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard and releases me, and not another word leaves his mouth before he drags my legs over his shoulders. My breathing hitches when he falls to his knees.