“Thanks, buddy. You look pretty awesome yourself.” Easton high-fives me before shoving the mask of his Iron Man costume down over his face and rushing off to play with his friends.
“Jesus, woman, are you trying to kill me?” Dillon asks, his hungry eyes taking in every inch of my exposed skin. We chose a superhero theme as a family, and I stupidly agreed to let the boys pick the costumes. “There’s not exactly a lot of room in this costume.” He points at his tight Captain America costume, and it’s hard not to drool. He sure gives Chris Evans a run for his money, and I don’t say that lightly because Chris is fucking hot with a capital H.
But he’s got nothing on Dillon O’Donoghue.
“If you don’t want our son or his friends to spot me with a giant boner, I suggest you go and get changed. What was wrong with the Black Widow costume I got you anyway?” He pouts, looking completely ridiculous.
“God, he’s insufferable,” Ash says, coming up beside me. She’s Bonnie to Jamie’s Clyde. “I should shoot him for suggesting you wear that boring all-in-one yoke he gave you.” She jabs Captain America in the chest with her toy gun.
“It wasn’t boring. I know Viv will look hot in it but hot in a way that won’t have me showcasing my hard-on to a bunch of kindergarteners. You hear me.” Dillon quirks a brow at his sister.
Ash pulls the shield off his back, thrusting it at him. “Use that, dumbass. If you had a brain, you’d be the full package.” She barks out a laugh. “Ha, see what I did there.” I giggle while Dillon rolls his eyes. Ash shoves the shield down over his privates. “There, problem solved, and now my sexy bestie doesn’t need to get changed.”
We got ready together in Dillon’s master suite, and Ash went all out on my hair and makeup. I feel like a million dollars, and I’m looking forward to after the kids’ party when the adults get to play.
“You have really outdone yourself,” I say, checking to ensure no one is looking before I plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “Easton is going to be talking about this party for years.” He was so excited this afternoon as he sat at the kitchen table carving pumpkins with his dad while Ash and I made pumpkin pie and chocolate apples.
“That was the intention.” He smiles as he looks over to where Easton, Nash, and a couple of other little boys are intently watching the magician juggle a bunch of balls in the air. “I want to make lots of special memories with him.”
I loop my arm through his, wishing I could kiss the shit out of him, but it’s too risky. Parents of the kids in Easton’s class are in the room as well as staff from the catering company. “Does that go for me too?” I ask, deliberately batting my eyelashes at him.
He swats my ass. “You know it does, and if you keep torturing me, you know I’ll get you back.”
I waggle my brows as I grin up at him. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”
“Dillon,” I scream, as he lifts me from behind, throwing me over his shoulder.
“We’ll be back,” he tells Ash and Jamie. “I just need to teach this little vixen a lesson or two.”
Ash howls with laughter as Dillon swats my ass and races out of the room. It’s just as well Easton is out cold—and tucked up snugly in his bed upstairs, exhausted after his crazy party—because my screams are enough to wake all the neighbors.
“Dillon, put me down!” I demand, but his answer is another stinging slap. “My ass is hanging out,” I protest. This costume is tiny, and from the cool air trickling across my butt cheeks, I know I’m flashing plenty of flesh.
“So what?”
“It’s not very ladylike.”
His chest rumbles with laughter. “Oh, Hollywood, you really crack me up. Do I have to remind you of all the non-ladylike things you let me do to you in Ireland? Or outline the things you’re going to let me do to you again?”
My core pulses with need at his words and the images they conjure in my horny mind.
“I thought so,” he says, sounding pleased when I don’t mount any protest.
He ducks in through a door, taking me into the laundry room, closing it behind him before putting my feet on the ground.
His mouth is on mine in a nanosecond, and I forget everything but the fruity taste of his tongue as it pushes past my lips. Grabbing a fistful of his costume, I pull him to me, kissing him with urgency, needing him closer. His arms band around my body, and he crushes me to him. Our costumes are flimsy, and the evidence of his arousal pushes against my stomach, trying to poke a hole in both our clothing. Liquid lust rushes through me, dampening my panties, and I moan into his mouth, thrusting my chest against his, needing more. If I could climb inside him right now, I would.
“Damn, Hollywood. If you keep kissing me like that, I’m going to come in my costume.”
“Take it off,” I demand, rubbing my palm up and down his hard length. “I want to taste you.”
“Yeah?”
I could cry at the look of hopeful anticipation on his face. I know he’s dying for me as much as I’m dying for him, and I’ve kept him waiting months, but advancing things sexually is a big deal for me, and I only want to make love to him when I’m fully ready to commit to him. I am almost there, and this will take us one step closer.
Dillon rips at the costume, tearing it in half in his eagerness to free himself.
I’m crying with laughter as I drop to my knees before him, but my laughter dies when he shoves his compression shorts down and his erect cock springs free, bobbing in front of my face like the most heavenly temptation. He still has his piercing, and my pussy throbs with need. I remember how good his cock felt stroking my insides with the little silver balls taking my pleasure to new dizzy heights. Sex with Dillon was always out of this world, and we had a very active sex life.
I want to have that with him again.
Gliding my hands up his legs, I run my fingers along the inside of his thighs before I cup his balls. Lifting my chin, I stare up at him, keeping my eyes locked on his as my tongue darts out, licking his crown, both sides of his piercing, and the bead of precum glistening there.
Dillon cusses, jerking his hips as his eyes burn with desire. “I’ve got to warn you. I won’t last long. It’s been more than a while.”
His words comfort me. “Give me every drop. I want it all.” Gripping the base of his cock, I stretch his velvety-soft skin before I kiss, suck, and nibble along his length, enjoying every stroke of my tongue against his hot flesh. He groans, thrusting his hips, and I take pity on him, drawing him slowly into my mouth. I pump his cock at the base while I suck and lick, stretching my mouth wide to take as much of him in as I can. Dillon is big, and I almost choke when his tip hits the back of my throat, but the look of lust on his face spurs me on.
He grabs my hair, holding my face steady while he fucks my mouth, and I love it. I love that he doesn’t treat me like I’m a porcelain doll. That he pushes me to my limits, always ensuring I’m enjoying it. Tears leak out of my eyes and saliva drips down my chin as I go to town, loving the taste of him on my tongue and the feel of him in my mouth.
“Viv,” he grits out, a muscle clenching in his jaw. “I’m going to come.”