We chose her because she seemed like the opposite of any girl I’d ever be caught dead dating. Because we wanted her to cause the worst possible reaction among my family, because we expected everyone to whisper about her the exact same way that they’re all whispering now, the gossip spreading like slow wildfire.
I couldn’t bear that. Whatever happens, however all this plays out, she can’t know how it began. Because it’s all changed now. I see her so differently. I see this whole plan differently.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Dee asks, smiling at me as she reaches over to turn down the radio. “You look lost in them.”
“Just thinking about Greece. The reunion.”
She slips her hand over mine and squeezes my fingers gently. “It’ll go great. Your father will see there’s really chemistry between us, and I’m sure he’ll buy this whole thing.” The unspoken second line hovers on her lips.
And then what?
I squeeze her hand back. “You’re right,” I murmur. “He will. And then we’ll enjoy the shit out of our Greek vacation, and my cousins will torment you, and a swarm of babies will descend upon you like locusts, until you can’t wait to get out of there. I promise.” I force a laugh, but when I catch her eye in the rearview mirror, she’s not laughing. She’s staring out the side window, gaze distant, unfocused. “That is, if you still want this to end, then,” I murmur.
She brightens, a smile touching those lips once more. I notice it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, though. “That’s the plan, isn’t it? We tell everybody we eloped right before Greece, and then after it’s over, after your dad gives you the promotion you need, we… Go our separate ways.”
“It was the plan,” I say, careful, hesitant.
“Good,” she answers, before I can say any more. Because I can add, but it doesn’t have to be.
I let those additional words die on my lips. Turn back to the road, to my own private thoughts. If she’s still on board for this, then I don’t want to push her. I don’t want to tangle her up in something more than she bargained for.
But… Well. I’ll face this in Greece. Because at some point, before she goes, I am going to tell her how I feel. That’s the very least I can do. The rest of this, we’ll figure it out then.
We step into the condo, hands clasped, and Dee tosses her bag onto the couch. “So.” She spins to face me, smiling once more, after our somewhat stinted, quiet car ride. “One of our last nights here, huh?”
“For now,” I reply, smiling too.
“I think we’d better celebrate.” She reaches for a button of the coat she’s wearing. I didn’t think much of the coat—it’s longer than the one she normally wears, practically a trench coat, but then again, it was drizzling today.
Then she undoes the top button, and my gaze dips, interested.
I don’t see anything between her collarbones but bare skin.
She keeps going, unbuttoning farther and farther, until she peels the two sides of the trench apart to reveal her toned, curvy body, completely naked beneath.
I never knew it was possible to get this fucking hard this fucking fast. “You left the office wearing that?” I lift one eyebrow, smirking.
“Changed in the bathroom before I came to meet you.” She flashes me a wink, then lets the coat drop to the floor entirely. “You like?”
“I think someone’s been a very naughty girl at work today.” I step closer to her, and her breath hitches, her cheeks flushing in that way I love, whenever I stand too close to her, whenever her blood surges the same way mine is right now. “What are we going to do about this, hmm, little naughty girl?”
She bats her eyes, coquettish. “Whatever you think is the right punishment for such naughtiness.”
“Hmm.” I circle around her, drinking in the view, savoring, taking my time with her, like I always do. I trail a hand over her shoulders, down her side, just lightly enough to make her shiver at my touch. When I’ve made a full circle around her, I grab a pillow from the couch and toss it at her feet. “Kneel down.”
Her eyes light up, and she grins, though she also drops down onto the cushion I offer. As she does, I cross to stand in front of her, her mouth even with the straining bulge in my jeans. “Undo my jeans,” I tell her. She reaches up with both hands, but I stop her with a single fingertip against her forehead. “Ah, ah. Use your mouth only.”
She laughs. Then she lifts a single brow at me. “Challenge accepted.”
I bite back a grin. I know my girl by now. She tackles any challenge with effort and then some. This is no different. She leans in and catches the zipper of my jeans between her teeth and eases it down. The button takes her longer, and she has to get her tongue involved, which I admit only makes the sight all the hotter. By the time she finally grips my jeans in her teeth and yanks them down to pool around my ankles, I’m so hard it’s bordering on painful.
“I’m using my hands now,” she tells me, with one last defiant look at me.
I laugh, but nod, and she reaches up to yank down my boxers next, as eager for me as I am for her. I suck air in through my teeth as she wraps both hands around my base and starts to stroke the length of my cock, up and down. She leans in to flick out her tongue and lap up the drop of precum that’s already gathered on my tip, and just that single touch of her hot, wet tongue makes my ass clench and my whole body tense in anticipation. “You really do have a magic mouth,” I tell her.
More so when she parts those sexy little Cupid’s bow lips of hers and wraps them around me. I love the sight of her like this, kneeling before me, my cock stretching her lips. Her eyes find mine, and she manages to smile, even with my cock stuffed in her mouth, and I reach down to run both hands through her hair, reassuring, encouraging. “Just like that, Dee.” I start to rock my hips back and forth against her, starting to take control.
Her eyelids flutter shut and she rocks with me, concentrating. At the same time, her hands delve between my legs, gently teasing my balls, a sensation that sends me spiraling higher.
“I love watching you do this,” I tell her, my voice only slightly strained when she lifts her tongue and begins to run it along my length, rubbing back and forth along my underside, the tip of her tongue tracing patterns along my shaft.
I start to rock faster, getting into it now. “Seeing you on your knees like this…” I thrust into her mouth, a little deeper each time, working up to the throat-fucking I know she can handle like a goddamn champion. “Watching those tits of yours bounce.”
She glances up at me then, her expression coy. She shifts a little, spreads her knees so I can see more of her body kneeling before mine, watch those breasts bounce against her chest as she stretches her jaw, expands her mouth wider, surrenders full control to me.
Sensing she’s ready now, I start to thrust harder, my tip touching the back of her throat each time, easing a little down into her throat. “Relax,” I remind her when she tenses, and I dig my hands into her hair to brace myself. She listens, relaxes her jaw, and we both find our stride, as I start to fuck her mouth in earnest.
She keeps her tongue moving, stroking along me, and her lips remain clenched tight around my shaft. But it’s every time my tip touches the back of her throat, slides just that little way down it, that really gets me fired up. I can’t control it any longer. I fuck her faster, bracing myself with her hair, and she moans in the back of her throat, driving me wild, the vibrations echoing all throughout my body.
“I’m going to come, Dee,” I hiss in a sharp breath. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
She purses those lips around me and opens wide, and when I start to come, I grab her face with both hands, pull her against me, coming deep in her throat. She swallows, grabs my ass with her hands, holding on tight as she keeps her mouth around my cock, licking and sucking until it feels like she’s pulled every last drop from me.
Then she goes to work dragging that tongue along my length, cleaning me with long, steady strokes, lapping up any juices that may have
escaped her earlier.
When she’s finally satisfied that she’s licked me clean, and leans back a little, I drop to my knees beside her and pull her against my chest, crushing her mouth with mine. Tasting my cum on her lips, feeling her lips part under mine, it’s already starting to get me excited again and we’ve barely finished round one. I’ve never felt like this before. So hungry for someone, so desperate to be with them, fuck them, kiss them, pleasure them constantly. I’ve never known a woman like this. We break apart, and I gaze down at her with wonder.
“You really are a marvel, Dee.”
She grins, lopsided. It’s somehow cuter for that. “Not my fault you’re too addictive to quit.”
“That’s my line,” I scold her, then lean in for another kiss.