He drinks his wine in long slow pulls.
I wonder how he is in bed. Is he a slow and generous lover, or rough and hard enough to bruise me? I’m not sure which way I want more right now. For me and my lack of Ohs, I know it would be fast and explosive. I wonder if I’d embarrass myself.
Just after the first course is cleared from the table, Heath excuses himself to use the restroom, leaving his red tuxedo jacket draped over the back of his chair. Waitresses dressed like gypsies dance around with bells on their ankles. They hop to each guest and place a small envelope in front of us, beckoning us to read our fortunes. I tear mine open, laughing, my wine having already gone straight to my head. My fortune reads: “Be brave. Try something you would otherwise never do.”
Next to me, the woman dressed in feathers keeps hers hidden, but after reading it, she gasps loudly and rushes from the table.
Be brave. Try something you would otherwise never do.
I bet Gail wrote these herself. She’s always pushing me out of my comfort zone. Maybe it’s time to push myself. Maybe it’s time to put myself out there and find someone who isn’t off limits to me.
It’s time. It’s time to move on.
I take another deep pull from my drink, letting the alcohol fog my insides even more. I’m about to do something I would otherwise never do—my imagination ignites to life inside me from being eye-fucked from the devil sitting across from me most of the night.
Without thinking another clear thought, I flip over the small card my fortune is written on and pull out a pen from my purse. There’s a man on the other side of the table watching what I’m writing. I don’t care. I feel reckless and ready for anything.
Satan,
Meet me in the red photo booth.
I want to taste how sinful you are.
XOXO
I slipthe sexy little note where his fortune sits on his dish waiting for him.
Chapter 10
Ipress myself against the inside of the booth when he comes in. I gasp loudly as he flattens his palms down on the wall behind me, pushing his hard body into mine. His head leans into my neck, and his open lips slide wetly against my skin.
“Oh my God,” I rasp, breathing in his cologne and feeling the heat of his body on mine.
“No,” he smirks, fumbling with the hem of my dress and tugging it up over my hips, “Wrong guy.” His hand slides between my legs, and his fingers slip into the lace of my panties. “See the horns?”
My skin heats, his fingers taunt and tease circles over my flesh. The small booth becomes hot, and my skin feels sticky and sexy. I’m barely aware of the noises from the party. The glasses and plates clinking, the murmurs and soft music all dull into silence, until I can hear nothing but our heavy gasping breaths and the wet sounds of his fingers dipping inside me. There is no one else around us. My attention is centered on the intense feeling of the Fourth of July celebration happening right inside my panties, and the red ribbed horns twisting from his forehead.
My hands search for his zipper and yank open the button of his pants. He swallows hard and loud when I grasp him in my hand. “Fuck yes,” he hisses.
“Holy shit, you’re fucking huge,” I gasp in awe.Holy dick of all dicks! I’m going to be walking funny tomorrow. I won the grand prize in tonight’s masquerade cock lottery!
He moans out a sexy, low sound, and his head falls back softly against the wall. “Suck me,” he whispers, pressing a hand down on my shoulder. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this since I first met you.”
God, I seriously had no idea.
My knees hit the floor hard, but the only thing I’m aware of is how fast my heart is drumming against my chest. I run my tongue from the base of his cock to his head, and honestly wonder how I’m going to get the whole damn thing into my mouth.
“Is that too much cock for you?” he chuckles, looking down his nose at me.Shit. I don’t want him to think I can’t handle it. This is only the first time we’re together and I don’t want him thinking like everyone else does: Plain Jane is thegood girl. This isHeath; I have to make him want to come back for more.
I tilt my head back to take the head of his cock between my lips and hear him take a quick breath in as I slowly take him in deeper. When the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat, I gag, but keep going until my nose touches his pelvis.
“Ah, fuck yeah. Holy fuck, that’s it,” he moans, sliding his fingers into my hair and thrusting farther into my mouth. Moving my head up and down his shaft, I take him far into the back of my throat each time, meeting his movements. My jaw aches instantly. My eyes water, but the way he watches me, and the lust-glaze look in his eyes makes me love every filthy second of it.
Picking up the pace, little by little, I feel his balls tighten, and his breathing accelerate until he is all-out panting and fisting the fabric of my dress tight against my skin.
“Fuck, come up here,” he murmurs, “You’re too good at that, holy shit.”
I crawl up his body, without taking my hands off his cock. Then, I spin around, lifting the back of my dress up over my hips. Slowly, I bend over and slide my panties down my legs. “Slide that big fucking cock in here,” I purr.Fuck, I hope I sounded sexy and not like a complete loser.
