I relaxed his grip and slid my hand against her cheek, thumb brushing her lip, and she opened her mouth to suck on my finger. A restriction sounded in the back of my throat as I recalled how she’d sucked on that cherry, how her lips had felt around my cock…
“Five minutes,” she repeated. “Get the candy out of my bag.”
I smiled and leaned down, acting like I would kiss her again, but I paused as our lips brushed.
“Three.”
CHAPTER TEN - CHLOE
I NEARLY FELL to the ground trying to get my boots off once I was in the bathroom.
The cold floor was perfect on my flat feet. I sank my back against the door, closing my eyes to take a moment to get myself together. I could still taste his cum on my tongue, and still feel his lips like a brand on my neck.
I let the room spin as I came down from the high that had been the entire hazy evening.
Thank fuck I’d been drinking water between those cocktails. Even the bar felt so far away, like it had been hours since we’d left. The memory of his hand between my legs filled my mind, his slaps on my ass as I’d taken him deep. I wanted to do that again. I wanted to feel his dick down my throat again, but this time I wanted to watch his face as I brought him crashing down. I needed to see him throw his head back and close his eyes, all so I could tell him to open his eyes and watch me take him deep.
I slipped my hand between my thighs just to see if I was as wet as I thought I was. Only even as I started to touch myself, a thought hit me.
He was wandering around my apartment. Alone.
Shit, when was the last time I’d cleaned the fucking wine stains off the carpet?
Being a workaholic, I rarely had guests over, and sometimes things simply got out of hand. Thankfully, I’d at least taken time to tidy up and clean the clothes off the floor a couple of days before.
Breathe, I reminded myself.
I pushed off the door and started shoving the dirty towels from the floor into the bin, then straightened up the sink. I took a swig of Listerine and let it swish in my mouth as I moved things around. And after I spat, I stared at myself in the mirror.
Dammit, I was a mess. A hot fucking mess. My lip stain was smeared, some of my mascara had smudged beneath my eyes. My hair was flat.
Three minutes.
I was well past that.
Music thudded the walls. He must have found my speakers and connected his phone to them. I almost laughed as I imagined whatever he was doing out there on his own.
Good thing the neighbors were away.
I sprayed some dry shampoo in my hair and cleaned off my smeared lips. Heat beat on my cheeks as the warmth of the apartment finally hit me, and I stripped out of my sweater and skirt, leaving only the red and black lingerie on my body.
I loved this set. The thigh-high stockings and attached strappy belt that stretched over my abdomen to just above my belly button, sheer black thong and a red and black push-up corset bra.
One last flip of my hair, one more look in the mirror, and I exited the bathroom.
Gavin wasn’t on the bed when I opened the door. I squinted into the darkness, noticing he’d placed some of the candy hearts on the bed and turned on one of her bedside lamps. The music blared—music that had me feeling more aroused than I had before.
Perhaps he was Cupid.
I found him in the kitchen reading over the ingredients on a drink from the fridge, and I paused to admire him for a minute.
He’d taken his sweater off, showcasing the tattoos on his arms that looked like geometric suns, moons, roses, bow and arrows, wings… like figure drawings from Roman times, dissected and in segments. Soft tufts of ginger hair lightly sprayed his toned chest. I could even see a splattering of freckles on his shoulders.
Those fucking shoulders.
His hips were pushed forward, and I bit my bottom lip as I leaned on the doorframe and took in the rest of him.
Gavin glanced twice in my direction, apparently having seen me move in the corner of his eyes. The stare he held me with caused me to shift and rub my thighs together, desperate for any friction. His tongue darted out over his lips, and he sat the drink on the counter.
