He kissed me again.“I don’t care.”
It wasdark outside when my phone rang, and I debated ignoring it (I was busy, after all), but a devilish idea seized me, and I rose off of Sam to answer it, chuckling at his protesting groan.
“Hi, Auds, can’t really talk right now.We’re a little tied up.”
Sam groaned again, pulling against the bindings on his wrists, the wooden slats of the headboard creaking under the familiar pressure.
“Do I even want to know?”Audrey asked.
“Probably not.What’s up?”
“I was just making sure that you two were coming because we’re all waiting outside.”
I watched my fingernails trail over Sam’s flat chest, saw him biting his lip as they caught on a dark nipple.“Oh, we’re definitely coming.”
“Tiffany,” Sam growled.
I chuckled, enjoying myself way too much.
Audrey cleared her throat, embarrassed.“You know what?We’re all gonna get a drink down the street.Call me when you’re done with … whatever you’re doing.”
Tossing the phone away after she’d hung up, I looked down at the incredibly sexy man under me.“Hmm …” I reached up to pinch Sam’s nipple, then followed the move with my teeth and tongue because I adored the feel of him arching against my lips.“The way I see it,” I purred, lapping at the salt of his skin.“You have two choices.Come now, or wait until later.”
“I can wait, but I don’t think you can,” he said, his voice rough.
“Oh, really?Because I think,” I said, using my thighs to slowly lift myself until just the tip of his cock was inside me, then holding myself there, “I think you’re close.I bet I can last longer than you.”
“You like losing, then.”Each word was strained, and he pressed against the mattress, raising his hips in an attempt to get deeper, but I simply moved with him.He sagged back, moaning in frustration.Damn, he looked good like this.
“You seem to be struggling with something.I could help with that.If you wanted me to.”My thighs were burning in this position, but I held firm, squeezing my pelvis around him, little pulses to tease and torment.
The binds were taut now; his knuckles white where he gripped them.“Please.”
With a loud moan, I sunk down hard and fast on his cock, rolling my hips to get the angle just right.Bet forgotten, I chased my pleasure, fucking myself on him, getting off on the grunted, “Ah, ah, ah,” streaming from Sam’s lips and the wet slap of our bodies.His eyes were heated, laser-focused on mine, closing only as he came, the throb of him inside of me getting me one step closer.
Quickly, I reached for myself, rubbing my clit and panting his name as I fell over the edge.
We eventually metour friends down the street, only twenty minutes late and not looking nearly as fucked-out as their smug expressions seemed to indicate.Sam joined Jackson at the bar, where he was ordering another round, and I settled in between Audrey and Wes, who was showing Liv a viral video of a cat in a toupée, lip-syncing to “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick Astley.
When the others came back with the drinks, I asked, “What should we toast to?”
I gently shoved my elbow into Wes’ side when I heard him mumble, “You finally getting here.”
My attention was caught by the shared look between Audrey and Jackson.Lord help me if they went and got eloped, I was going to kill them.
Blessedly, Audrey said, “We finally set a date.”
There was a collective sigh of relief around the table, followed by a cheer.Finally.
Liv beamed at them.“That’s great news.When will it be?”
“June 9th.”
That surprised me.“That’s only six months away.”
Jackson nodded.“We didn’t want to wait any longer.”
“That’ll be right before filming.You won’t have much time for a honeymoon,” Wes said.
