Drunk on You: an age gap, enemies to lovers, fake engagement, office romance (Love & Whiskey Boo

Chapter Nineteen

When I walkedinto the bathroom to go pee, I didn’t plan on having sex with Ana, let alone hot fucking shower sex that involved her vibrating pink rubber dildo. But I can’t say I regret it in the least because it was the best sex of my life. And that says a lot because I’ve had my fair share of sex.

I wasn’t sure which woman I’d get—the proper marketing analyst who prefers luncheons over clubs or the feisty woman who deflated my tires and put gay porn on my laptop. Based on the way her eyes lit up at the idea of anal and how she screamed while she came all over my cock, feisty Ana was who I was fucking. And, holy shit, do I want more.

After we finished showering and drying off, I left her to get ready while I got dressed. We’re attending a luau with her dad and Selene, so I’m dressed in a pair of gray linen pants, a long-sleeved white button-down, rolled to my elbows, and a pair of flip-flops.

I’m returning an email when Ana steps out of the bathroom, dressed in a low-cut, long tropical dress that shows off the swells of her breasts with a slit that runs straight up her thigh, exposing her toned, tanned leg. Her hair is down in perfect waves, and she put on a fresh face of makeup, complete with her signature bright red lipstick that matches the color of the flowers on her dress. She saunters over to where a pair of heels are waiting for her and slides them on.

“Do I look like I belong here?” she asks, doing a playful twirl.

“You look like you belong riding my cock,” I say, standing and walking over to her. I grip the curve of her hip with one hand and run my other up her smooth thigh and around to her backside, learning that she’s only wearing a tiny piece of fabric that I’d bet barely covers her cunt and nothing more.

“Please tell me you don’t mind giving head because the thought of you wrapping those lips around my shaft and staining it red might sound cliché, but it’s got me sporting a semi.”

Ana throws her head back with a melodic laugh, and like opposite poles of a magnet, I’m drawn to the column of her neck, peppering kisses along it while inhaling her signature floral scent that, tonight, is mixed with coconut from her suntan lotion she was reapplying all day.

“Oh God,” she mutters, shaking her head. “If you keep doing that, we’ll never make it out of this room.” She backs up slightly and locks eyes with me. “But for the record, I love giving head, and if you play your cards right, by the end of the night, my lips will be wrapped around your dick.”

With a playful wink, she walks past me, stopping to brush her fingertips along my groin. I grab her hand and tug her toward me, but it doesn’t take much since she comes willingly.

Reaching up, she whispers, “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll even let you fuck my mouth. A little fun fact: I have no gag reflex.”

“That’s it!” I lift her over my shoulder, and she shrieks in shock. “The only place we’re going to is the bedroom.” I give her ass a hard slap, making her giggle.

“Julian, put me down!” she yells through her laughter as she pounds my back. “We have to go to dinner, and you’re messing up my hair.”

“Oh, baby,” I tell her, setting her down on her feet since she’s right. As much as I want nothing more than to rip our clothes off and sink into her, we can’t stand her dad and Selene up.

“We need to take pictures before dinner,” I say, grabbing my wallet, phone, and room key. “Because afterward, I’m going to be messing up a whole lot more than your hair.”

“Mmm,” she moans dramatically. “I can’t wait.”

With another smack to her ass—this one not as hard—I push her out the door before we don’t make it to dinner.

When we arrive at the luau, we show the hostess our IDs, and we’re each given a wristband, indicating we’re old enough to drink. Then, a woman places a bright pink-and-white-flowered lei over each of our heads.

We thank her and then stop at the drink station, each grabbing a mai tai before we make our way over to the table where Ana’s dad and Selene are sitting with a drink in their hands.

“Mmm,” Ana moans, taking a sip. “Delicious.”

I take a sip of mine and have to agree. It’s a good quality drink.

“Oh, Anastasia. You look beautiful,” Selene gushes when she spots us. “Hawaii definitely agrees with you.”

She envelops Ana in a motherly embrace. I’m not sure if it’s because of the sun she’s gotten today or if she’s overwhelmed by the affection, but when she thanks Selene, she says it almost shyly, her cheeks tinted a light shade of pink that I didn’t notice before. Then, Samuel stands to give her a hug as well.

We’ve spoken about her strained relationship with her dad, but she hasn’t said anything about how she feels with him being married. I know she was close with her mom, so I imagine it’s hard to see him with someone else. And because Selene is literally the nicest person, it’s impossible to hate her.

We have a seat across from her dad and Selene, and I drape my arm across Ana’s shoulders. I’m not sure how she’ll react since we’re no longer in the heat of passion, so I’m shocked when she snuggles against me and rests her head on my chest, letting me hold her.

The music dies down, and the DJ announces that the show is about to begin, so we turn our attention to the stage. It’s dark outside, but the lights around the area and on the stage create a glow to showcase the dancers. The music kicks on, and they start dancing.

The performance is entertaining, and at one point, they convince Ana to go onstage and join them. She shakes her hips like a pro, and I can’t take my eyes off of her.

When the show ends and everyone claps, they encourage us all to get up and dance.

“Dance with me,” Ana asks, tugging on my hand.

“I’m nowhere near drunk enough to embarrass myself like that,” I say with a laugh.

“Please.” She pouts, showing me a new side of her—the cute, playful side.

“Not happening. I’d rather watch you.”

Her pout deepens, and then she leans in and whispers, “I wonder how my lipstick will look on your cock,” knowing damn well she’s got me.

“You play hardball, Red,” I groan, standing and taking her hand in mine.

A beautiful smile spreads across her face, and I can’t help staring at her.

“What?” she asks. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You look different,” I tell her, pulling her into my arms and swaying to the music.

“Different how?” she questions, her brows furrowing in confusion.

“You look happy. Watching you genuinely laugh and smile all day has made me realize how much you tamp down your emotions on a regular basis. Or maybe you haven’t had a reason since you arrived in Rosemary to laugh and smile like you do here.”

I cup the side of her face, and she sighs into my hand.

“Regardless,” I tell her, dipping my head so our mouths are only centimeters apart, “I’ve decided that my new goal in life is to make you laugh and smile like that every day.”

Without waiting for her to respond, I kiss her softly, making no move to deepen it. With her in my arms, I’m perfectly content with our bodies and mouths simply being connected.

When they announce dinner will be served soon, we have a seat. Ana stays cuddled into my side, and when Samuel notices, he smiles at me and then at his daughter.

“Selene is right. Hawaii looks good on you both,” he says with a grin. “Did you have a good day?”

“We did,” Ana says. “I love it here. We spent the day going back and forth between the pool and the beach. I’m not sure which one is more beautiful, but I’m just glad I don’t have to choose. We had lunch at Ocean 101, and it was so delicious,” she gushes, making her dad and Selene both smile. “You guys should try it.” She glances up at me. “I don’t know what we’re doing tomorrow, but maybe we can meet for lunch there.”

“We have plans in the morning, but we can do lunch.” I kiss the crown of her head, and she sighs back into me.

“You guys look relaxed as well,” I say to Samuel and Selene. “Did you enjoy your spa day?”

Ana doesn’t know it, but I have a couples massage scheduled for us tomorrow. She mentioned wanting to get one earlier, so I booked it from my phone.

“We did,” Selene answers. “Tomorrow, we might brave the pool for a little bit. Right, Samuel?”

“Maybe,” he says, smiling at her. “But I much prefer the time we spend indoors.”

He shoots her a wink, and Ana glances at me, her eyes going wide.

“They’re like that all the time,” I whisper so they can’t hear. “Like a couple of horny teenagers. You’ll get used to it.”

She snorts out a laugh and shakes her head. “I’d rather not.”

“I think they’re closing down.”

Ana glances around for the first time in hours, as if just realizing we’re one of the few couples left. Since dinner ended and everyone was encouraged to join the dancers, we’ve been dancing and drinking. Her dad and Selene took off a while ago with the promise of meeting us tomorrow for lunch.

“They are,” I agree, making no move to leave. Leaving means letting go of Ana, and I’m perfectly content, having her in my arms. “We should probably let them clean up.”

She nods in agreement, then takes a step back, swaying slightly due to the many mai tais she consumed. She laughs at herself as I catch her from falling over.

“It’s a long walk back.” She pouts. “I don’t know if I can walk that far.”

I chuckle at how adorable a drunk Ana is. “Hop on, my drunk little hula dancer.”

I turn around, indicating for her to get on my back, and she cheers in excitement, hopping right on.

“This is definitely earning you a blow job when we get back,” she says loud enough for a couple walking by to hear.

Thankfully, they’re not prudes, and the girl laughs while the guy grins in understanding.

“The only thing you’ll be doing when we get back is passing out.”

Sure enough, by the time we get back to the room, Ana’s eyes are half-lidded. I lay her on the bed and take her heels off.

“I’m too tired to get changed,” she mutters. “Can you help me?”

She lifts her arms, and I laugh again at how cute she is. There are so many sides to Ana, and I love learning about each one. I’m not even done sliding her dress off and putting one of my shirts on her since I can’t find her pajamas before she’s passed out. I grab her a bottle of water and a pain reliever and set them on her nightstand for the morning, in case she’s the type of person to wake up with a headache the morning after drinking.

I change into a pair of sweats, going shirtless since that’s how I sleep, and then slide into bed next to her. She turns around, cuddles into my side, and sighs in contentment. And for the first time, I’m completely okay with sleeping with a woman. That should probably scare me, but I’ve already accepted the fact that I’ve fallen for Ana, and I have every intention of making her mine.

Now, I just have to get her on board.

Nails gliding down my skin.

Lips kissing my flesh.

My first thought is that this is the beginning of a damn good dream—until I hear my name being called, and I snap my eyes open, finding Ana on her knees, between my legs.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” I half joke, making her smile.

“Oh, no, you’re awake and about to get the best head of your life.”

Fuck yes.

“Do you want to know why?” she asks, rubbing a nail down my torso and through my happy trail, stopping right above the waistline of my sweats.

“Sure,” I say, going along with whatever she’s doing. Hey, if I know what I did to earn me a morning blow job, I can make sure to do it again, right?

“You danced with me.” She plants a kiss to the top of my six-pack, which has me tightening my ab muscles. “You carried me back to the room.” Another kiss to just above my navel. “You undressed me.” She kisses the spot above my waistline. “And then you not only dressed me in your shirt, but you also left me pain reliever by the bed.” She kisses the material right where my cock is, waking it up. “Your gentlemanly behavior has earned you a reward.”

“Baby,” I say, sitting up slightly and tipping her chin up to look at me, “I don’t know what men you’ve been with, but everything you just said is the bare fucking minimum. I’ll take that blow job, but nothing I did earned me one.”

I release her chin, and she stares at me for several seconds before she nods in understanding.

“May I?” she asks, wanting my permission to pull my pants off.

“You never need permission to touch me. I don’t give a shit if I’m awake, asleep, or, hell, dead for that matter. You want to touch me? Go for it.”

She snorts at the last part, then makes a show of pulling my sweats down and exposing my already-halfway-to-hard cock. Even he gives her permission to touch him anytime.

She licks her lips, and it’s then I notice she has on a fresh coat of her signature red lipstick. Fuck me. I swear I fall in love with her in this moment. Not only did she wake me up to give me a blow job, but she also reapplied her lipstick first to fulfill a fantasy of mine.

With my sweats off, she wraps her fingers around my shaft and presses a soft kiss to the head. The light touch of her lips has it twitching slightly in excitement.

She gives it another kiss, and when a drop of pre-cum seeps out, she laps it up. Her eyes meet mine, and without looking away, she slowly slides her mouth down my entire shaft, not stopping until I can feel the crown of my cock hitting the back of her throat. Her beautiful hazel eyes water slightly, but she wasn’t lying when she said she had no gag reflex.

And then she takes a deep breath and takes me straight down her fucking throat, and it takes all the restraint I have not to blow my load.

She stays like that for several seconds, damn near choking on my cock before she releases it so she can take a breath. Without waiting long, she takes me back down her throat, this time slowly moving up and down.

Her saliva creates the best friction, and despite not wanting this to end, it won’t be long until I’m coming. Her mouth feels like heaven personified, and I refuse to think about all the guys she’s had those plump lips wrapped around to perfect her technique. But one thing’s for sure: my cock is going to be the last cock she ever has those lips wrapped around, if I have any say in the matter.

After I come down her throat and she swallows it like a pro, she sits back and smiles, admiring her red lipstick all over my cock.

“Best work of art I’ve seen in a while.”

She winks playfully, and I sit up, grab her, and flip her onto her back, then kiss her hard for several seconds before I go about removing her clothes.

“Are you comfortable?” I ask, glancing down at her naked body. “Because I meant what I said. I’m going to explore every inch of you, and it’s going to take a while.”

A slow smile spreads across her face. “Explore away,” she says. “My body is yours to do with as you please.”