12. Zane
12
Zane
I Said Sit
I grab us a couple of turkey sandwiches to take back to the room in case we get hungry later. Our room service delivery was either a very late lunch or a ridiculously early dinner, and I don’t think it’s going to hold me all night.
Darby’s face lights up as she looks at her phone. “I just got another interview request.”
“You’re in demand.”
“It’s a small firm, but it’s woman-owned. I like that. They probably can’t offer me as much money.”
“Would you like being at a smaller firm?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I’d like a smaller paycheck.”
“What if it was the same as what you made before?”
“It still wouldn’t be as much as the first job I interviewed for pays.”
“No harm in checking out all your opportunities. When do they want to talk?”
“Tomorrow. I’ll email them back from the room. I’m too excited right now not to make a dozen typos. I wish I knew what time my flight would be. Being in limbo like this makes it impossible to plan anything.”
“Yeah, but on the other hand, we don’t have to face the reality of leaving yet.”
I know she can’t ignore an interview request, but I’d give anything to be able to shut out the uncertainties in our lives completely for the rest of the night.
My phone buzzes. “Looks like I’m on a nine-a.m. flight.”
She glances at her phone again. “I don’t have an update yet.”
Damn. I really want us to be on the same flight again. Maybe her message just hasn’t come through yet.
I don’t want to leave her here. Being on the same flight won’t change anything. I’ll race off to my family the moment I can grab my bag off the carousel. And she’ll head for her hotel at the beach.
I envision us sitting next to each other on the flight, stealing a few more hours together. I know we’d still have to say goodbye after we land, but I’ll take what I can get.
Her flight update arrives as I’m putting our sandwiches in the fridge.
“I got bumped to a later flight. I don’t leave until eleven-fifteen.”
My heart sinks. Dammit.
“The good news is I’ll have to leave the room early, so it’ll be all yours for a few hours if you can get that interview set up before you have to go down for your flight.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I’ll leave the room when you do.”
“Why? Check out isn’t until eleven. There’s no need for you to spend any more time in the airport than you have to. It’s not like you’re going to trash my hotel room.”
“I might.”
“I’ll risk it. Send that email, and then we can turn out the lights and watch a movie. Pretend we’re in a mall theater.”
“It won’t be same without popcorn.”
“I’m not above having room service bring us popcorn if it improves my odds.”
“Don’t make me laugh while I’m trying to type.”
She closes her computer and kicks off her shoes. Mine are already next to the bed. I send my family my new flight information, turn on the TV, and prop the pillows against the headboard.
I slide my arm around her as soon as she joins me in the bed, and she rests her head on my shoulder while I scroll through the channels. “If anything catches your eye, let me know.”
“We both know we’re not going to watch the movie, anyway. We’ll be making out before the previews are over.”
“Now I really wish I’d known you growing up.”
“I already told you we wouldn’t have liked each other.”
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.” I stop on a newer movie I’ve never heard of. It says it’s a comedy, and while I’m not looking to make her laugh right now, I don’t want any tears or gore on the screen either.
She slides her hand down my torso to squeeze my erection through my pants. When she undoes my button and guides my zipper down, I take a deep anticipatory breath. Her fingers are soft and warm on my cock as she frees it and begins to gently stroke it.
My eyes close when she rolls her palm over the head, spreading the precum that has leaked and coaxing more out. “Take off your clothes. We’re not kids in a theater, and I’m pretty sure you’d rather I suck your dick like a grown woman.”
“Take yours off, too. Because actually, I’d rather you suck it like a grown woman with no clothes on.”
She crawls naked between my legs and lowers her face, staring up at me as the tip of her tongue teases the base of my cock before it travels up the underside, following the thick vein that pulses in the path of her warm, wet mouth. The heat of her breath wakes up every nerve ending as it passes over my skin.
When she reaches the top, her tongue circles the perimeter, tasting the slickness that she’s spread, and then she trails it through the seam of my crown a few times. I groan as my spine bows, tilting my hips up, but she won’t let me feed my length into her mouth yet.
Her smooth hand attempts to close around me, but her fingertips don’t quite touch. She keeps laving the head with her tongue, letting saliva spill from her mouth while her hand moves slowly up and down. Her silhouette glows in the light from the TV when she lifts her head a few inches and lets a string of spit extend between her mouth and my dick, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
My breath stutters in my chest, and she smiles. I love her confidence, that she knows she could unravel me right now if she wanted. But I love that she’s taking her time even more.
She closes her lips over just the head and suctions her cheeks. My hips buck of their own accord. Dear God, I want to feel her mouth take more. Her hand twists on my shaft, and she starts to bob her head just a little, enough to make my toes curl as she takes another inch with every revolution of her hand, her mouth following it down.
When she finally lets the tip touch the back of her throat, I reach to thread my fingers into her hair and she pulls off, shaking her head. “Put your hands behind your head. And keep them there.”
Fuuuuuck. Your wish is my command, queen.
I do as she’s asked, and she rewards me by taking my balls into her hot wet mouth, alternating between them before rising back up to throat my cock again. This time her hand cradles my balls, squeezing gently while she takes every inch into her mouth.
I’ll keep my hands where she’s asked, but remaining completely still is not an option. My hips thrust to fuck her mouth, and she bobs her head faster. I have to fist my own hair to keep from lowering my hands.
My balls tighten in her hand, and my hips jerk as my dick spasms. She doesn’t pull off, and when I explode in her mouth, she swallows every drop.
And then she looks up at me with angel eyes over a wicked smile. “Just so you know, I never did that in a theater.”
“Shit, me either. Bring that pretty pussy up here and drown me.”
She’s soaked, and I love knowing she got this wet while pleasuring me.
I grab hold of her hips and pull her down farther onto my face. She holds onto the headboard, and I go for broke, slipping two fingers inside her within minutes because my dick’s already hard again, and the sooner she comes, the sooner I can sink it inside this tight, juicy cunt.
After she squirts on my face exactly as I intended, she dismounts, turns around, and crawls to the middle of the bed, staying on her hands and knees for me. I can’t join her fast enough.
The throbbing of my dick intensifies as I line it up at her slippery entrance. I push inside, and she whimpers softly. My moan is not nearly so quiet.