Chapter 32 #2
I hold my breath when she reaches for me. Everything she does is suddenly so tantalizingly slow, but the moment her hand curls around my shaft, my head and my body ignite.
I’m a fucking goner.
“You’re big,” she says a bit breathlessly.
“Don’t,” I groan, forcing my eyes open to meet hers as she brings my cock close to her face. “I’d prefer to at least feel your lips on me before I come, so watch your mouth for the next few seconds.”
She smiles innocently, maintaining eye contact as she leans forward and moves to the base of my cock. She slides her tongue against me, dragging it all the way back with her eyes still burning into mine. She pauses for a second and then wraps her mouth completely around me.
I know before she’s given me anything that I’m not going to last long. Not with her. She’s been the most tempting sin in my life for far too long now, and that sin is especially tempting when she’s on her knees.
“Fuck,” I mutter, when her tongue explores, playing like she has all the time in the world, like we’re not in a bathroom at an event full of people we know, who could find us at any moment.
She reaches forward, grabbing my hand to guide it to the back of her head. I curl my fist in her ponytail and she finally takes me all the way into her mouth. The groan that leaves me is deep and guttural. Whatever doesn’t fit, she covers with her palm.
I can’t stop looking at her. A face that fucking pretty, a mouth that perfect, and a brain that I could spend the rest of my life trying to decipher.
On her knees. For me. Her eyes burn into mine, her strokes finding a pattern, her mouth taking me deeper and deeper until she finds a pace we both like.
She gags around me, her eyes flashing with determination. Saliva builds at the corners of her mouth and I decide that I need this image imprinted in my memory. This exact fucking picture.
“That’s it.” I gently tighten my hold in her hair so I can see her face.
She smiles, her mouth full of me. I’m going to blow my load in a pathetic amount of seconds. Seeing my dick vanish between those lips and come out covered in her lipstick, over and over again is a wet fucking dream.
My balls tighten at the image.
“I’m almost there,” I warn her, but she keeps the same pace. We let our eyes burn into each other, one of her hands bracketed on my thigh and the other around me, mine buried in her hair. “You’ll yell at me if I ruin that dress, so I’m going to need you to swallow. Is that okay?”
Her eyes flash with a feral need. She nods, her tongue dancing along the underside of my dick as she pulls back, and when she drives me to the deepest part of her throat again, I come. I come hard.
Groans spill out of me, my breath nearly vanishing entirely as I fill her mouth.
My brow furrows, the noises of pleasure seeming to egg her on as she keeps sucking, and it doesn’t fucking stop.
I jerk into her mouth, my grip in her hair tight, and slide my hand to her throat instead.
I brush my thumb against the column of it, feeling each swallow, my mouth falling open.
“Fuck,” I groan as she takes me deeper, still swallowing. Her nose is nearly buried in the hair above my dick. I throw back my head as my orgasm slows, seeing stars now, my thumb still brushing her neck. “You are incredible.”
She swallows for a final time, breathing heavily through her nose, and slowly pulls herself off me.
I watch, my heart hammering against my ribs. My breathing hasn’t steadied, even as she pulls my underwear and my pants up my body. She gets to her feet and takes my jacket with her, dusting it off with a quick shake. She says nothing when she grabs my arms and slides it back onto my body.
I watch her face with so much focus, trying to gauge her expression, her feelings.
She slips her hand inside my breast pocket, pulls out a pink piece of gum, unwraps it, and pops it into her mouth. There are no longing looks or gentle touches as she realigns my tie without ever meeting my eyes and takes a step back, ensuring that I look like a well-kept man.
With a smile of satisfaction, she takes a quick look in the mirror, rubs some of the smudged lipstick off her face, and turns and heads for the door.
Doesn’t kiss me. Doesn’t linger. Doesn’t say a word.
Nothing.
“Ari,” I say, my voice strangled. She turns on her heel, looking at me. “I…”
She smiles, sweet, pretty, and fucking victorious. “Thanks for the dance, Boston Black.”
She unlocks the door and vanishes.
I stand here, relishing in the best blowjob of my life, realizing how bad a person it makes me.
I can’t regret it. Not when I’m certain that it altered my brain chemistry.
Not when I’m positive that I’ll never be able to think of another woman while getting head again for the rest of my fucking life.
I run my hand over my jaw, stepping toward the sink, and place my hands on the counter, taking in a big, unsteady breath.
I didn’t even get her off.
The door swings open.
I whirl around, expecting to see her.
EJ Dalton walks into the bathroom, slowing when he finds me at the sink.
His brow furrows, and he turns toward the now closed door, probably thinking about the girl he just passed in that hallway.
He smirks when he faces me again, strutting up to the urinals, and undoes his pants.
He says nothing, just starts to take a leak.
I swallow, straightening up and heading for the door.
“I’d give it a couple of minutes,” he says and I stop short. I slowly turn to look at him. He meets my eyes over his shoulder. “The redhead is at the end of the hall.”
Arden. Which meant Ariana had to pass her, or stop to talk to her. Either way, it’ll take her half a second to realize we came from the same place. The women’s bathroom is on the other side of the ballroom.
I shut my eyes, letting out a long breath, ignoring the way EJ’s knowing smirk grows as he shakes his dick dry.
He sits in the bathroom with me for a few more minutes, shooting the shit without talking about it, and when we both emerge from the bathroom—Arden’s still at the end of the hall, chatting with Tiffany.
She looks at us and smiles, none the wiser now that I’m emerging with Dalton.
Unaware that her future sister-in-law just sucked the soul right out of my body.