3. Chocolate Starfish
CHOCOLATE STARFISH
WILLA
“I’ll meet you back at our place, Willa,” Jackie says what feels like minutes later, shimmying out of the booth, throwing her tote over her shoulder, and sliding her hand into the crook of Jon’s elbow.
Our place? Alrighty then.
“Willa. Exton.” Jon nods as he acknowledges us for the first time since he walked in, other than his cheek kiss.
“Check’s taken care of,” Jackie adds before they walk away.
“Well, that’s awkward.”
“What did you think of the food?” Exton asks, gesturing toward the table.
“It was fine.” I grab my empty drink and toss back an ice cube. I need water but it’s not worth dealing with the waiter now that Jackie’s gone. He pandered. They all pandered.
I don’t pander.
“I know a good dive that has great burgers and onion rings,” he adds, raising his eyebrows in question.
“What took you so long?” I shoo him out of the booth with a flick of my wrist.
His responding smile is wide and white, and he offers me a hand as he exits the booth.
He doesn’t drop it when we exit the Roosevelt Room.
He grabs his phone for the first time tonight.
That’s refreshing. I can barely do anything without seeing the side of someone’s face or their lit-up forehead as they split attention between me and their electronic tether.
He focuses there for less than a minute before sliding it back into his pocket. A white Tesla—one of the many white Teslas in this city—with a Lyft sign pulls over, and we climb in.
“What’s the worst tattoo you’ve ever done?”
I gasp, mock horrified. “Me? Do bad work? Never! But the most egregious piece of art someone has asked me to put on them? A chocolate starfish. Yes, an anus—around his surgically-tightened belly button. I wish I didn’t know that detail!
And he wasn’t drunk or high or anything.
He has a fetish for the puckered hole and wanted to ‘see one anytime he wanted.’ That’s a direct quote.
” I fake a vomiting motion. When I look back, his eyes are twinkling.
“It was the most precise, beautiful, realistic butthole I’ve ever seen.
Thank you very much. And I’ve seen none, so… ”
He laughs and the sound warms me from my chest to my girly bits.
“That laugh could do a girl in, you know.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Is it doing you in?”
“Doing a pretty good job,” I throw over my shoulder as I exit the car in the middle of a sketchier part of the city.
Nothing is too sketchy here, not where we are.
Things are too damn expensive to be sketchy, but it’s not an area the city council and mayor have dumped money into to encourage tourism.
I step onto the curb when he grabs my wrist and turns me, one hand to my jaw, and devours my mouth.
He tastes like hops and bread and man, and, if we weren’t on the street, I would show a lot less restraint.
His hand with my wrist twists around my back, and he pulls me thighs to chest against him as he possesses my mouth, growling when my tongue meets his in an erotic dance.
I feel his attraction on my belly and am lost in him.
In his possessive kiss.
In his body surrounding mine.
That is, until the Lyft driver honks and yells, “Get a room.”
Exton frowns toward him, and I bury my face in his neck and place a kiss there, letting my tongue snake out and taste him.
“Let it go,” I whisper. “Not worth it.”
“I beg to differ. You’re the first woman who’s been worth it.”
I stand, dumbfounded, chin lifted to meet his blazing eyes.
“How bad do you want that burger?”
Exton
“When will your friend be home?” I ask as she puts the key in the door, shrugging off her jacket and tossing it onto the bright yellow sofa as soon as she enters the living room.
“Jackie? I don’t know.” She kicks off her sexy, black boots and tugs my shirt from my jeans.
She may be in a hurry, but I’m the one in control.
I turn her back to the wall by the door and lift her hands over her head.
“Keep those there.” She nods and licks her lips as I run my hands like water over her body, holding her eyes, until I kneel and slide her dark jeans down her legs and toss them over my shoulder.
“Commando, Miss Jayne?” I flick my eyes to meet hers.
“I was intrigued before, but I don’t think that’s the word I’d use right now.
” I grab my cock and look at her one more time.
“You do this to me. Now, I’m going to do it to you. ”
I throw one leg over my shoulder and make no effort to tease her.
I don’t run my fingers up her leg or kiss the inside of her thigh.
I slide my fingers through her wetness, letting my tongue follow.
I lick her from slit to clit and enter her tight, wet pussy with two fingers, adding a third at her gasp, pushing in deep and twisting as I lick.
I stop just long enough to meet her eyes. “Fuck, you taste good.” I go back in, pumping my fingers, flicking my tongue, and she’s just about to come when she grabs my head. “Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
I pull back and look into her eyes, grazing one finger through her wetness in lazy strokes, but avoiding the areas she wants most. “Naughty girl didn’t keep her hands where she was told.
” She throws her head back and growls at me, lifting her hands but squinting her eyes.
I laugh, not to be an ass, but because this is fun.
She’s amazing and real, and I want to be inside her.
Right fucking now.
“I think your clit misses me.”
“Yes, she does.”
“Let me see to her then.”
I drop back into her heat, moving my fingers in and out, sliding her wetness back and forth, flicking my tongue. When I hear her mews and moans, I slide a wet finger into her ass, keep at her pussy, and suck her clit until she screams.
She begins to collapse, but I catch her, pinning her to the wall and pushing my denim-covered cock toward her heat.
“Say yes.” I grab my wallet, yank out a condom, and toss the rest to the floor. I drop my pants and boxers, rolling on the rubber.
“Fuck yes. Please yes.” She fists my cock and tries to move her pussy to meet it. The grin on her face shows her pleasure. And her desire.
I move by dick through her juices and flick her clit with the head. I’m teasing myself more than I am her. But she rolls her hips, searching for my cock. I position at her entrance, hold her gaze, and thrust inside.
“Fuck. Goddamn, your pussy is perfect.”
“Thank you. Thank you very much.” She tries to imitate Elvis, but the much dies on her lips as I rock.
“Fucking perfect.”
She closes her eyes, rolls her head back to the wall, and holds on as I pin her there.
“So good. So good. So full. Harder, Exton.”
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Then look at me. Tell me what you want.”
Her fiery gaze meets mine.
“I want more. I want it harder. Then I want it again.”
“Your wish is my command. But don’t close your eyes.”
She holds my gaze, and I pound into her. I don’t mind rough. I don’t mind slow. I don’t mind much—except for bondage. That’s not my thing.
I reach behind her when I sense she’s close and slip inside her ass yet again. Her answering moan is a symphony.
“I’m going to—” she begins as her lids fall closed.
“Look at me,” I growl. “Look at me, Willa.” And she tries really hard. “I’m not done. Need you to come again so you can take me over the edge. Fight for it, baby.”
She holds my gaze and reaches between us. As I thrust up into her and play with her ass in a way I now know she loves, she flicks her clit and lets the most beautiful moan loose I’ve ever heard.
And I fall. Her pussy sucks me in, draws me deeper, and milks me dry.
I sink to my knees, Willa still impaled on my cock. Her legs circle my back, her arms round my shoulders, and her forehead rests at my neck.
“Damn, woman. Are you trying to kill me?” I fight to catch my breath.
“Nah. If I were trying to kill you, you’d have gotten my best moves.” She gives me a saucy wink before throwing her head back and laughing.
“The look on your face was worth trying to get that line out without giggling.”
But her laughter causes her pussy to ripple around my cock, and her quick intake of breath says she feels it too.