“Suck.” I say once more.
This time, there’s no arguing, she simply sucks my fingers into her mouth, flattening her tongue against the pads of my fingers. I press farther into her mouth until my fingers are sliding down her throat. She gags slightly, and I smirk.
“Should be my cock, but I know you’re scared to actually make this a “thing”.”
She raises her eyebrows in defiance.
I shrug.
Her hands pull my fingers free and she sits up on her elbows. “Actually, I’m not afraid of this,” she gestures between us, “in the slightest, but I, on the other hand, don’t hang on after a one-night stand, unlike you.”
I roll my eyes then rub my thumb against her clit, watching as her head drops back and her eyes close. Her lips part, and her body relaxes.
“You can say it all fucking day, Davidson, but the truth is, I fucked you like no one else ever has, and you know it. Deep down, under all of that attitude and sass. That’s why you fucked me the first time, and that’s why I’m on my knees in front of you with your pussy still on my tongue...”
Her blue eyes meet mine again, and she doesn’t protest. Seconds pass, as I continue to rub her clit, but she shoves my hand and rises to her knees, then pushes against my chest, hard, until I’m flat on my ass, my back pressed against the door.
She crawls forward on her hands and knees, and I take a mental picture at how fucking hot she looks. Her lips swollen and bruised from my kiss, her eyes wide with both desire and defiance, a fire that I love to stoke.
“You talk a lot of shit, Adams,” she whispers as she reaches out and deftly flicks the button of my jeans open, then slowly, so fucking slow, drags my zipper downward.
“Gotta, to keep up with that mouth.” I smirk, reaching out to drag my thumb along her plump bottom lip.
I might talk a lot of shit, but that was the truth. She wants me, just as badly as I want her, and at the end of the day, if she needs to pretend she doesn’t want me, then so be it. Whatever helps her sleep at night. I know better.
Eventually, she’s going to have to be honest with herself.
Her hands yank my briefs down my hips until my cock springs free. I’m hard as fuck, and when she wraps her tiny hand around my head and squeezes, spreading the drop of precum that’s beading at the slit, I suck in a hiss.
“Ah, better be quiet, Adams.” She smirks cheekily, and then leans down, making a perfect O with those plump lips around my cock.
My soul leaves my fucking body. I bring my hand up to her hair, lacing my fingers into the hair at her nape and tugging gently as she looks up at me while she hollows her cheeks and sucks.
“Fuuuuuuck.” I groan, guiding her head up and down on my cock, farther and farther until the head presses against the back of her throat. Gagging slightly, she doesn’t pause, she only opens her mouth wider, taking all of me until the short, landscaped hair on my groin is against her nose as she deep throats me.
“Jesus Christ, marry me. Right the fuck now,” I whisper, half joking, half not. The red-lipped vixen with my cock in her mouth has me losing my fucking mind. Okay I’m not being serious, but I am seeing stars.
My words make her pause and she promptly takes my dick out of her mouth, wiping away the spit from her chin.
“Way to ruin the moment.”
“I was joking,” I protest.
Before I can pull her back to me, there’s a loud knock at the door that has it vibrating against my back. A stark reminder to the fact that we just did this shit in one of her brother’s bathrooms.
We’re both losing our fucking mind.
Lust does that to you.
Her eyes widen, and she scrambles to her feet, trying to fix her clothes. “Uh, someone’s in here, one second.”
“I know, I have to pee! Briggs is in the other bathroom. Hurry!” Holland’s voice comes from the other side of the door.
I almost sigh in relief.
“Okay!” Emery’s voice is barely a squeak, and I have to bite my lip not to laugh. It’s rare to see Emery… nervous, but she’s shitting her pants right now.
She narrows her eyes at me as Holland’s footsteps retreat. “You’re making me crazy. This isnothappening again.”
“Kay.”
I don't even bother to argue with her because we both know that shit’s a lie. I just tuck myself back in my pants, as much as I’d rather fucking not, then reach out and fix the smeared lipstick on the corner of her lip.
“See you soon,babe.”
I grin, then walk out the door, for once leavingEmery Davidsonspeechless.