“Bedroom,” I pant out against his lips. “Now.”
Happy carries me blindly down the hallway to my bedroom, only breaking our kiss long enough to scan the space. With me still attached, he climbs onto my bed, placing me down against the mattress and covering my body with his. He licks into my mouth in the most filthy, delicious way, making me moan, my pussy throbbing as I imagine just how that tongue might feel lavishing the apex of my thighs.
I shift my hips, needing more friction where I’m desperate for relief, but Happy pulls back too quickly, making me whimper in protest at the loss of his lips and tongue.
“Chrissake, Baby Draper,” he grits out, looking at me, his gaze trailing down my writhing body. “You’re fucking desperate.”
I narrow my eyes, glaring at him. “Yeah. So do something about it or leave and I’ll fuck myself.”
A slow grin spreads across his face, his eyes flaring, and, as if I’ve just flicked a switch, he pushes off me, standing at the edge of the bed, watching me intently as he tugs down the zipper on those slutty little pants, revealing the prettiest, most perfect dick I’ve ever seen because of course Happy Slater doesn’t wear underwear.
I watch his hand wrap around the base of his long, thick cock, stroking it slowly, casually, and, with a knowing smirk he says, “You just gonna lie there and watch me, or what?”
God, he’s such an arrogant shit. A searing hot, arrogant shit.
Pushing up onto my hands and knees, I crawl to the edge of the bed and hesitate once before pulling my sweatshirt up and over my head, tossing it across the room.
“Holy fuck,” Happy utters on a breath, his gaze dipping to my breasts, to my peaked, aching nipples.
Ignoring the look of reverence in his eyes, I wrap my hand around his cock and lean down, swiping my tongue over the smooth, flared crown and collecting the droplets of precum from the tip, moaning at the salty taste.
“Jesus, fuck,” Happy gruffs, his thigh muscles clenching.
“God, I love sucking cock,” I whisper more to myself than to him.
Wrapping my lips around the head of his dick and sucking him hard, I take him almost all the way, gagging before my throat relaxes enough to open up for him. He shouts out a groan, his hips thrusting involuntarily, making my pussy ache with envy.
“You’re so fucking good at it.” Happy whimpers like a pathetic fool.
With my mouth full of his cock, I look up at him through my lashes, watching his face twist with the erotic combination of pleasure and torture, and I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder as my hand jerks him off, meeting my lips with every pass.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ come,” Happy warns.
I pull off him with a pop, sill jerking his pulsing dick as I crane up on my knees, meeting his eyes with a hard look. “Are you going to be able to fuck me if I let you come right now, or are you a pathetic one-hit wonder?”
Achallenge acceptedsmirk curls his lips as he wraps a hand around the back of my head, pulling my mouth to his. “Baby, I can goallfuckin’ night,” he mutters against my lips before shoving his tongue hard inside my mouth and claiming me with a brutal kiss.
I drop back down, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock and meeting his eyes as I wrap my lips around him and take him deep, my head bobbing up and down his length.
Happy cradles the back of my head, fucking my face in earnest, and I gag, moaning at the intrusion, tears spilling over and running down my cheeks. I cup his balls with one hand, my other reaching around and grabbing his ass, encouraging every thrust of his expert hips.
“You ready for my cum, Baby Draper?” Happy hisses through gritted teeth.
I moan around him, desperate for his release, my nails digging into his firm ass cheek, and as I gently yet firmly squeeze his balls, it only takes two more pumps before he’s exploding inside of me, hot spurts of delicious cum coating my tongue, which I swallow greedily until he’s overstimulated and almost pushing me away.
Kneeling up, I meet Happy’s heavy-lidded gaze with a satisfied smile, licking the last of his taste from the corners of my mouth. “Yummy.”
“Fuck,” he huffs on a rushed exhale, his stomach muscles clenching with every heavy, panting breath. His dark eyes take me in, roving my body before zeroing in on the tiny sleep shorts I’m wearing. His lips curl with another cocky grin, and I look down to see the obvious wet patch darkening the pale blue cotton.
“Need me to take care of that for ya?” Happy quirks a brow, licking his bottom lip slowly, teasingly.
Lying back on my bed, I spread my thighs just enough, staring at him as he looks from me to my wet patch and back again and, arching a brow, I offer him a goading smile. “Well, don’t just fucking stand there.”
CHAPTER 4
HAPPY
Fuck me, who knew Hannah Draper was such an animal in the sack? The way she sucked my dick like a goddamn pro, swallowed my cum like she couldn’t get enough, and now she’s offering herself to me. Have I died? Is this the afterlife? I never thought I’d be allowed through those pearly white gates, but this has got to be Heaven.
