Chapter 30
Cece
Holy shit, Ada is engaged.
Even as Davis hurries me around the back of the hotel, joy bubbles through me like champagne. She’s going to marry Jake. Jake, who’s loved her forever. Who loves her exactly the way she is.
Ada’s expression when he slipped the ring on her finger is going to stay with me for life, and I can’t wait for the wedding band to go on.
I’d better be her Maid of Honour. Fuck her sister, that job’s mine.
It’s laughable now, thinking I came back to Pukekohe hoping to revive my roots here, and Ada, beautiful, brilliant Ada, with her plan to topple the whole town, is the one who’s promised herself to a Pukekohe boy instead.
It’s going to be another change for us, but a good one. She’ll be unstuck and no longer living with me above a bar. I’ll have to stand on my own two feet. Sink or swim.
I had fun at the reunion. Dancing with Davis, looking up into his eyes as we swayed together under the twinkly lights, felt like the perfect high school fantasy come to life. Everything narrowed down to just us, the background fading and one thing shining clear: I adore this man.
For many reasons, most of which have nothing to do with his penis. But I still want it.
I get a hint of it, as he grinds me up against the back wall of the hotel, his tongue in my mouth and hands on my ass while we wait for our car, but all it does is leave me craving more.
The rides to Jake’s nan’s place, then back to Nikau Palms, are torture, and not in a fun way. I rub my legs together, trying to ease the tension, but all it does is reinforce the fact I’m not wearing underwear.
Curse him. At least if I had knickers on, I could ride the seam to take the edge off.
“Relax,” Davis instructs, glancing over at me from the other side of the backseat.
“You relax,” I snark back, horniness making me snappier than usual, and he lets out a laugh.
“I’m trying,” he grinds out, his knuckles white against the dark fabric of his pants. Davis in formalwear is a sight to see. When he emerged from my shower earlier in a black shirt and suit pants, I almost dragged him back to his car for another round.
“Ask the driver to pull over,” I beg quietly now. “Fuck me on the side of the road, Davis. I don’t care.”
“Fucking hell.” He squeezes his eyes shut for the briefest of moments. “Don’t say shit like that to me, Cece. I care, but you’re making it really hard to be a good guy.”
Being a good guy is vastly overrated, and I open my mouth to tell him so when he reaches over and clamps his hand over my lips. His pinky slips inside, and I hum happily, pleased to be sucking something. Davis bites out a curse. The driver glances back at us, and the car jerks up in speed.
He’s as keen to get rid of us as we are to be away from him.
“Make it through the lobby,” Davis gasps, as we tumble out of the rideshare in the Nikau Palms parking lot. “Get me to your room without breaking me as a man, and I swear I’ll fuck you like my life depends on it.”
Olympic power walkers couldn’t make the trip as fast as I do. The instant my hotel room door clicks shut behind us, he’s on me.
“This night has been torture,” he groans against my mouth, manoeuvring us towards the bed.
“It was your idea to go, I just wanted to do this,” I say, unbuttoning his shirt and running my hands over the warm planes of his torso.
“I know.” He kicks off his shoes and unzips my dress with hurried hands. “I’m glad we did. We had a good time. But I’ve had your underwear in my pocket and your scent on my face for five goddamned hours.” Our hands collide on his belt buckle.
“I fucking love it, love smelling you on me, but my cock has been hard since I ate you out in the car.” Davis lets go of me to shuck his pants and underwear. I let my dress fall, collapsing onto the bed in nothing but my nude heels.
“Christ,” Davis gasps, palming his cock.
“Christ yourself,” I reply.
Davis naked is a work of art. Like a Greek statue brought to life, but even better.
He’s got a bigger cock for one thing. It’d be easy to fixate on that, on the way he strokes it so the wide tip winks at me through his fist on every pass, but I drag my eyes upward.
I don’t want to miss a thing, and Davis is a tall guy. There’s a lot to see.
Like the way his stomach hollows as he sucks in a breath, the movement highlighting his tight abdomen.
The length of his torso, the top half etched in art that flickers to life as he pumps himself, the curve of his bicep flexing as he watches me watching him.
I recognise some of it, the flowers, mostly.
I’m dying to learn more about his tattoos.
The ship on his shoulder, the tiger on his pec, the line of Japanese calligraphy that runs up the inside of his left arm.
And then under the ridge of his ribs, nothing. Pure, unadorned skin all the way down to the trail of hair that leads to his cock.
I go up on my elbows to get a better look. His muscular thighs are dusted with dark hair, and he’s standing, braced, as steady as a redwood tree. I scan my way down to his feet, then back up to his face, committing every inch to my memory bank.
“Like what you see?”
Davis’s voice is like gravel, and goosebumps spring across my chest, tightening my nipples.
“Yes. And I see what I want.” I stress the last word, the way he’s done with me in the past when pushing me to put myself first.
His eyes close briefly, just enough to let me know my words have hit home.
“Come here,” I say, nudging his hand out of the way so I can wrap my palm around his cock. I give a couple of experimental pumps, easing his foreskin back to expose the darkened tip.
Davis hisses like I’ve scalded him, a pearl of precum pooling in his slit. “Gentle. I’m half a second from coming all over you.”
I can’t stop smiling as I bend my head and lap at the silvery liquid.
Davis hisses again, his hands tunnelling through my hair and gripping.
The tension sparking my synapses alights, and I wet the corners of my lips with my tongue.
Davis isn’t too long, considering the man makes me feel petite at six feet, but he’s thick, and I’ve got no interest in splitting my mouth open trying to swallow him.
I drop a little kiss on the underside of his cock, then touch my tongue to it, learning the terrain of him.
Then I grasp his base harder as I take the first couple of inches in my mouth.
I need a few seconds to adjust. I haven’t sucked cock in ages, and the width makes it feel like that game where you shove as many marshmallows as possible in your cheeks. Davis stays still while I breathe through my nose and run my tongue along the base. His dick twitches, and I smile around it.
There we go.
I might be out of practice, but dick-sucking hasn’t undergone any innovative new developments as far as I’m aware. I add suction, and his groan echoes above me as I go deeper with every pass.
“Fuck, just like that.”
I whimper around him, the praise rolling over me like hot honey. He tastes good, like warm skin and male musk and his scent is teasing my nostrils. There’s nothing to think about except teeth placement and breath control, and the words of affirmation that keep coming.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re sucking me so good.”
“I’ve been dreaming about seeing you like this.”
Doing this has its own kind of power. Not the ‘bad boss’ kind, but a quieter, deeper power. Holding this man at my mercy even as he towers above me.
Actually…
I lean back, spit trailing between us like our bodies don’t want to break the connection. “Lie down.”
Davis is quick to obey, throwing himself on the mattress so eagerly that the impact bounces me into his side.
A warm arm wraps around me, drawing me in for a tongue-tangling kiss.
I pull away and kiss the length of his body, pausing to lick his neck, his nipples, the line of ink tracing his lower ribs.
I make my way back down to his cock, and he arches, giving me a perfect angle to press light kisses against the soft skin of his balls.
“Fuck,” he grunts, and then I take one in my mouth. His head thumps back against the mattress, his hands finding my hair again, twisting tight as I turn my attention to the other.
“You little tease,” he mutters above me, and I laugh, licking up the seam and laving the root of his cock.
I’ve got a whole plan in place, but Davis lurches upwards, grabbing me around the waist, and I’m spinning, lightheaded from wine and lust and that sweet, sweet praise.
When I land, I’m somehow on my hands and knees, facing his cock as I straddle his face.
A stinging slap blooms across my right ass cheek. Not enough to hurt, just enough to shock me back into the moment, and then Davis’s hands are on my thighs, pulling me open and down, right onto his tongue.
He doesn’t use any of his precise orgasm-seeking tricks from the car. This time, he devours me. His tongue and lips are everywhere, licking and sucking. He’s burying his nose, his whole face, in my pussy like he can’t get enough.
Being so clearly wanted splits me open, and I fall forward, wrapping my arms under his thighs to keep us steady while I suck him deeper this time. My mouth’s all warmed up, and I use it, swallowing him until my chin grazes the bottom of his abs and he’s in my throat.
Davis groans against my pussy, redoubling his efforts and eating me messily, loudly, the room full of the sounds of our mutual pleasure. I suck harder, working my tongue against his shaft as he grinds his hips upwards.
Thank God I’m tall enough to do this.
Never in my life have I been thankful for my height, but I am now.
Gratitude swells in me because there’s no way I would have the ability to spread my knees further and work my hips down so that Davis can reach every single centimeter of my cunt with his mouth while I suck him like a summer popsicle at five-foot-four. And I love it.