Chapter 20
Warmth encases me. Or rather, my cock. A tongue. Wet lips. And a tight throat. Still half asleep, mind fogged by the slumber I was just pulled out of, I try to think past the pleasure. But it’s hard, given Andrea’s enthusiasm. Her mouth is like a fucking vacuum, trying to suck it all out of me.
My hand travels down, my fingers tangle in the messy curls of her bed hair, and I mumble, “Greedy …”
Her plump lips stretch into a smile around my cock, and, knowing I’m awake now, they tighten on the wet skin.
Fuck, I consider this cheating. Taking me by surprise when my defenses are down.
I don’t know how long she’s been at it, but I’ll venture less than a minute.
Which is about what I have left at this point.
Instinct has me pressing her harder onto me, to shove myself to the back of her throat, but reason makes me pull her away within a second.
Today is her birthday. I should be doing this to her. Not the other way around.
“Andrea,” I groan, swinging the covers away.
She looks up at me with mischief, lips pursed around my girth as she lowers herself again. All the fucking way, until her lips meet the trimmed hair at my base.
My head falls as my eyes roll back, subjugated by the sensations as much as the vision.
How the fuck does she do it? How can she take my entire length in her like this?
It’s almost like a trick, an optical illusion.
But it really is her tongue, running over the protruding vein on the underside, nearly all the way to my balls.
Her eyes are already on me when I look down again, and the moan she lets out vibrates through me. One of her hands deftly cradles the sack below, and the other one—Fucking hell … It’s between her legs, playing with her pretty little cunt while she sucks me off.
Letting her do all the work, today of all days, sits wrong with me, so once more, I attempt to stop her, framing her bobbing head to pull it up. It works, but only because she allows it.
“This is what I want, Lex. Come down my throat,” she demands before returning to her task.
Her assertive tone leaves no room for questions or doubts. Of all the ways we could start today, it’s the one she chooses.
Then it hits me. I did the same to her on my birthday. I feasted on her, high on her scent and taste, and I was in fucking heaven for it. She feels the same way, doesn’t she? She, like me, can’t think of a better way to celebrate her birthday than by making me come with her mouth.
This time, when my hand returns to her curly head, I know what to do. I don’t guide her, but I keep her down a little longer each time. She likes it when I use her like that, when I’m dominant and demanding. If I had any doubt about that, her moans would confirm it.
The hand between her legs works faster, ripping more pleasure-induced sounds that ripple down my cock. I watch her, listen, and observe, using it as a slight distraction so I don’t come too fast. In fact, I do it so well that she comes before I do.
As soon as I see the plea in her watery eyes, the way she silently begs me to follow her, I allow myself to let go. My cock throbs within the confines of her mouth, pulsing as cum spurts out of me, coating her tongue, palate, and the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I mutter through gritted teeth, watching her drink it all down.
She stays right there until I’m done, until the last tremor has coursed through me, and then she licks my satiated length with loving adoration, cleaning me up. Once she’s satisfied with her efforts, she leisurely makes her way up, laying random pecks on my torso.
“And a very happy birthday to me,” she whispers once she reaches my lips.
Mine part for hers, our tongues meeting with passionate hunger. When she’s had enough, she pulls away with a sensuous sigh. I can’t help but lay my hands on each side of her pretty face, brushing away the curly tendrils that frame it.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask, voice still rough from the pleasure.
“I don’t know. What do you have planned for us?”
“My plans require you to be ready by five.”
“Any specific dress code?”
“For the first half of the evening, date night clothes.”
“Okay. And the second half?”
“Your birthday suit, of course. But I’m in charge of making that happen.” I flip us over, easily taking the upper hand, and spread her legs on my sides.
“Anything you want to do before five?” I ask.
“Hmm … I think I want to go to my old place and start packing my stuff,” she decides.
“I can hire people to do that,” I suggest, working my way down her stomach.
“But there’s something so exciting about doing that myself. I love packing and unpacking. It’s like … starting a new era. I love the meaning behind it.”
“Then we’ll go to your old place and pack. But first … I never got to test how many times I can make you come with my mouth in an hour. So we’ll start with that, shall we? Out of scientific curiosity.”
“Yes,” she nods energetically. “For science.”
“Then, you’ll let me make you fluffy pancakes. And after you’ve eaten them, and only if you’ve been a good girl, we’ll go to your old place and pack.”
“It’s quite a program.”
“You should see what I have planned for tonight.”
The scent of her arousal fills my nose before I see how dripping she is. My naughty girl really enjoys having her mouth full of my cock.
“Oh, and my love?” I say, meeting her hooded gaze.
“Yes?”
“Happy birthday,” I say with a smile right before I descend on her pink wetness.
Ilove my birthday. Always have. Other little girls might have dreamed about the perfect wedding, but I fantasized about my Quinceanera.
And then, I had the audacity to beg for a Sweet Sixteen, which my parents kindly agreed to.
It wasn’t as grand as celebrating my fifteenth year on this earth, but it was still pretty nice.
But today … Oh, today might be my favorite birthday ever. Lex practically worships me the whole day, treating me like a princess—nay, a queen. And I loved it far more than I ever thought I would.
After making me come nine times with his magic tongue and lips, he cooked me breakfast, drew me a bath, and scrubbed me all over.
Then, after a drive to my old place, he helped me pack my stuff.
We ate lasagna he got delivered in what used to be my living room, and then he drove me back to his place, soon to be mine as well.
We killed some time in his bed, the best way we could think of, and then he gave me some space so I could get ready for whatever birthday date he planned.
Honestly, even if all we do tonight is get some Burger King takeout and eat it in his car, it would still be my favorite birthday ever.
Sorry, Mom and Dad, my Quinceanera was incredible, but this joy I’ve felt all day is out of this world.
I check myself one last time in the mirror, adjusting the hem of my electric blue dress.
It used to be two sizes too small, which is why I never really wore it before.
But while I’ve regained some weight, I’m still not back to what Lex would consider my former glory.
So the dress is only one size too small now, but it doesn’t matter.
I feel hot in it because I know Lex will love it.
The stretchy fabric embraces every single curve on me, but it’s thick enough to allow underwear.
And boy, do I have some on. The goal is to drive Lex mad and then ask him to tie me up.
He more than earned that right with his performance last weekend.
I even bought a bondage kit, since his designer bed doesn’t really allow that kind of fun with its sleek headboard.
Because I’m not sure where we’re going, I throw my silk kimono over my skintight dress. The pattern has the same blue scattered on it, so it complements the dress perfectly.
With two minutes to spare, I practically skip to the living room. “I’m ready,” I say with a massive grin, finding him dressed in all black. He, like me, brought out the big guns, with a black turtleneck and matching suit.
His eyes don’t fail to display appreciation as he takes me in, so I pose while he looks up and down. “Like what you see?”
“Let’s just say you’re lucky we fucked this afternoon, otherwise our evening plans would have been cancelled.”
“Why do you think I lured you to the bedroom?” I ask.
“So pragmatic of you.”
“You’re rubbing off on me, I guess.”
Because of my red lipstick, his amorous kiss settles on my neck instead. “Do you have everything you need?”
“Yep. No bag, no phone … I’m entirely yours tonight.”
“That’s a great idea, actually.”
I watch as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and sets it on the coffee table. “Shall we?” he then wonders, offering me his arm.
“We shall.”
I’m buzzing with excited energy the whole time we go down to the street, then during the drive.
Lex decided we’d take a cab, one of those fancy ones, so he can let loose a little and drink, too.
But we might as well have walked, because to my surprise, we arrive at our destination in less than five minutes.
When I look outside, I see we’re stopped in front of the old theater on 5th Avenue.
“Stay here,” Lex commands before getting out of the car.
I watch him come around and open the door for me.
Delighted by his chivalry, I take the hand he offers and slip out.
He keeps my hand in his, tangling our fingers together while a man in a bellhop uniform opens a wide red door for us, allowing us to step into the old building.
I’ve never been here before, but I’ve passed it enough times to realize this is a Broadway theater, not a movie one.
“Are we here to see a play?” I wonder.
“No, they’re between productions.”
“Oh …”