I licked my bottom lip, tilting my face to meet his wild stare.
He fisted his cock, groaning as he painted my nose, cheeks, and mouth with his release.
"Mmm," I moaned, closing my eyes against the wetness that slapped against my face.
"Leave it," he demanded when I went to scoop it up. I pouted at him. He wasn't playing fair. He knew I much I loved to lick and swallow his come.
I yelped as he lifted me, carrying me towards the bathroom.
He turned on the shower as I hurriedly shimmied out of my jeans and pulled my top off.
He shucked his t-shirt and held out his hand as he guided me into the warm spray. We took our time cleaning each other. He kissed me slowly with his come still dripping off my face before wiping me clean with a face cloth.
I returned the favor, running the cloth up and down his back before caressing his heavy cock and balls.
Our mouths stopped to sip at each other's while our hands dipped, rubbed, and soothed over heated flesh.
It ended with him pressing me against the shower door; my big tits squashed on the glass. I moaned like a cheap hooker as he ate my ass and pussy from behind until I came violently over his face.
Fuck, I couldn't wait for tonight.
Chapter 22
Sofia
Afterourlengthyshower,we took a short nap before parting ways. I headed to Eden's room to get ready while he went to Ryan and Gabe's, where the rest of the men assembled.
We then came together at the hotel bar for drinks and snacks. Eden's industry friends showed up, understandably causing quite a stir. It was hard to look away from a group of gorgeous statuesque women. A few of them chatted with Barron's friends, flirting and laughing while sharing drinks.
Simon was part of their group, but his conversations were mainly focused on Eden and Barron. His gaze didn't wander or linger on anyone; he was charming, funny, and gave everyone equal attention.
On more than one occasion, our eyes would catch...and hold. The looks he sent my way had me shifting from foot to foot, my cunt clenching in excitement about what was to come later tonight.
Each searing gaze we exchanged felt like the hottest, drawn-out foreplay. I couldn't wait to fuck him.
Ryan and I organized a VIP section at a nightclub in Center City near our hotel. All we had to do was name-drop Eden Jamison, and a few of her model friends we knew were coming, and they were bending over backwards to accommodate us. Complimentary champagne and bottle service, plus a personal security guard. This was how the other half lived.
We had a blast, with both sides of Eden and Barron's friends and family meshing well together.
Eden and I had been dropping it down on the dance floor, too busy having fun to replenish our drinks. Finally, we decided to take a breather, moving to the bar for a refill and to crowd watch.
Simon and a few of Barron's friends were just off the dance floor, chatting; too cool to be cutting shapes with the rest of us.
They were joined by two of Eden's modeling friends. The black-haired one - Kate Kirkpatrick - was standing rather too close to Simon for my liking.
My eyes narrowed as she threw her head back and laughed, her hand briefly reaching out to grab Simon's shoulder in the process. She did that a lot - touching his arm in an attempt to draw him into a private conversation.
"How close of a friend is Kate to you?" I asked, raising my voice to be heard over the thumping noise of the nightclub.
Eden quirked a brow at me before taking a sip from her vodka and soda. "Why?"
"Because if she touches Simon's arm one more time, I'm gonna rip it off," I growled.
Another head flip back and a peal of laughter I could almost hear from here. Yep, followed by another hand grab.
My hand tightened on my glass. If she touched him one more time…
"Sof," Eden's arm came around me, and I felt her mouth press close to my ear. She rubbed her hand up and down my shoulder, knowing my temper was just below the surface. "Look at Simon.Reallylook at him. Tell me what you see."
