She shifts even closer to me, and I can feel her warmth, catch her honeyed scent. My gaze zeros in on her peachy lips and I watch in fascination as she murmurs, “They know about you, but I want to keep you all to myself.”
I swallow hard. My cock reminds me that he’s here, and he’s ready. Speaking of secrets…
I slip my hand beneath her skirt, resting my palm against the hot, bare skin of her hip. She is naked beneath the dress, and I bet if I touched her pussy, my fingers would come away drenched.
Yep. I think I need to test this out.
“You been thinking about me all night?” I ask, my hand doing a slow glide toward the spot between her legs.
Nodding, she tilts her head to the side, her eyes closing when I make contact. Oh fuck, she’s so wet. I stroke her, slow and easy, the juicy sounds filling the quiet air, and I’m hit with the need to bury my face in her.
So I drop to my knees and dive my head under her flirty little skirt, latching my mouth onto her mound. She jerks against me, a sharp oh falling from her lips. I grip her ass, holding her to me as I devour her, and she lifts her leg, bending it at the knee. It hangs there in the air downright awkwardly, and I decide to help her out.
I grab her calf and drape her leg over my shoulder, which only opens her up more to me. She’s pink and hot and so damn wet. Her clit is throbbing against my tongue. I slip a finger inside her and start to pump, latching my lips onto her flesh and sucking noisily.
“Oh shit.” Her entire body goes still, and I know she’s close. I can already tell. She starts rocking her hips, rubbing her pussy against my face. “Right—there.”
The last word chokes out of her, and I suck harder. Fuck her with my fingers. Moan against her flesh. I think it was the moan that did it.
She’s coming. Gasping. Her fingers are twisting my hair, her entire body shuddering with her orgasm, and I keep a firm grip on her ass cheeks so she doesn’t fall onto the floor and take me down with her.
Damn, this girl is on fucking fire. It is my absolute pleasure to make her come like that.
Jesus.
Once she’s come back to herself and we’re both standing, Eleanor fussing with her skirt and sounding like a jittery mess, I go to the sink and wash my hands and face. Can’t walk out of here smelling like pussy, am I right? Though I doubt I’d be the first guy to do so.
“I don’t think any of my friends have as much sex as we do,” she tells me as she washes her hands too, our gazes meeting in the mirror.
Her eyes are sparkling. Her cheeks are rosy and those pretty lips are the color of a ripe peach. I realize quick that I made a mistake in not kissing her sooner and I go to her to rectify it.
The water shuts off as I approach and I grab her hand, pulling her in for a soft kiss. She opens beneath me so easily, I swipe my tongue against hers, the kiss becoming deep. Dirty. She moans. I groan.
She pulls away.
“I have to go back to my friends,” she says breathlessly. “They probably think I’ve died in here.”
“You kind of did,” I tease her, and she smiles.
“I probably shouldn’t, um…grind my body parts on you like that,” she admits. Aw, she’s so cute.
“You mean when you grind your pussy on my face? I don’t mind.” I stroke my chin, pleased with myself.
Even more pleased with her.
Her cheeks turn redder. “It just feels so good, and you haven’t shaved, so the stubble on your face bites into my skin and creates this friction…” She pauses, gaping at me. “You look really, uh, intense right now.”
“You don’t say?” I grab her hand and rest it against my very erect cock. “You keep talking like that and this is what happens.”
She rubs me, the tease. “I should get back out there.”
“Uh huh.”
“They’re waiting for me.” She grips me as best she can through my black dress pants. And she does a pretty good job of it too.
“I’m waiting for you too.” I thrust into her palm.
Eleanor laughs and drops her hand, then grabs her purse, which somehow dropped to the floor during our earlier interlude. “I have an idea.”
“I can’t wait to hear it.” My entire body is on high alert. Dying to get inside her. She’s acting like it’s no big deal, what just happened. Digging in her tiny purse like she’s searching for a mint or her lipstick.
Instead she pulls out a keycard and hands it to me. “Go to the suite and wait for me in my bedroom.”
My brows shoot up. “Are you serious?”
“I’ll be there in a half an hour or so.” She bites her lower lip. “Maybe sooner.”
I take the key from her and then grab her chin, lowering my mouth to hers. “Better make it worth my wait.”
“Oh my God, I don’t think we have to worry about that,” she whispers after she breaks away from my kiss. “Let me walk out there first.”
She turns and I swat her ass right before she starts for the door. I swear she puts an extra swish in her step, her hips moving that little skirt like a tease.
And then she’s gone.
Fifteen
Eleanor
I walk back out into the bar on shaky legs and knocking knees, my entire body buzzing from that earth-shattering orgasm I just received. I feel drunk. High. Whatever. And it’s not from the alcohol I’ve consumed tonight. It’s from Mitch.
And his perfectly wicked, perfectly wonderful mouth.
When he fell to his knees and dove under my skirt in the bathroom, I’d been scandalized. And then thrilled because seriously, who wouldn’t want an orgasm from that man? He’s given me so many already. He’s going to give me more. When I go back to the suite, I’m going to have to stay with my friends and act like I’m totally into those silly games and the strippers, but honestly? All I’ll want to do is go back to my bedroom and get naked with Mitch before he thoroughly fucks my brains out.
You know, I’ve never thought of it like that before. Fucking. I just think of it as sex. I even tried to call it making love once to a guy I was semi-serious about, but it sounded silly to me then. And it still sounds silly, am I right? At least, it does to me.
But what Mitch and I are doing is straight up fucking. The carnal act at its dirtiest.
I am having way too much fun this weekend. Maybe more fun than Caroline.
“Where have you been?” is how I’m greeted by Kelsey when I make my way back to my group. No one else is paying attention to me. They’re all drinking and laughing, a couple of them talking with the very cute bartender.
“Um, upset stomach. Too much rich food.” I rest my hand against my belly and offer a wan smile.
Kelsey contemplates me for a moment, and I swear I start to squirm beneath her assessing gaze. “You’re lying.”
“What? No, I’m not!” I am the worst liar ever.
“Is he here?” Kelsey looks about the room, rising up on her already very high heels. “You just met up with him, didn’t you? Your cheeks are rosy and you’ve got stars in your eyes. Did you two have a secret makeout session?”
I just stare at her, wondering how I can politely phrase what happened between me and Mitch. “Um, sort of.”