“Fuck,” I say when we briefly break apart. Placing my fingers in my mouth, I suck her arousal, savoring the way she tastes against my tongue.
She inhales a breath before she reaches for the belt on my pants.
“My turn for a taste.” She fixes her dress but then sinks to her knees right in front of me.
Her fingers pull the belt from the loops and she takes it off completely, letting it fall to the ground beside us making athump noise just before she slowly tugs at the zipper. My hand reaches down, cupping her cheek and pulling her to look up at me before she does anything further.
“I don’t want you doing anything just because you feel like you owe me. You don’t owe meanything.”
“I know,” she says with a smile and pulls my pants to my thighs, leaving my boxers in place.
Summer rubs my cock from outside of my boxers, slowly with a firm hand. Like she’s feeling every outline, every vein, and ridge. Each touch makes me feel harder than I was the moment before.
There should be alarms ringing in my head. Something telling me to stop this. To grow up and not have a girl on her knees for me at a formal event. Something reminding me that this is my sister’s best friend. But nothing comes through. There’s nothing in this moment that makes me want to stop. It’s the opposite, in fact. It’s a voice asking me what the hell I’ve been doing all these years? Why have I never noticed this woman? Why it took one lonely night of weakness and good conversation to force me into kissing her—only to realize that I should have been doing it this entire time.
“God, you’re a tease,” I finally spit out.
“I waitedyearsfor you to touch me. Sixty seconds is nothing.” She smirks, gathering her hair and tossing it behind her before she pulls my boxers down just enough to free my cock.
I watch as a devilish grin spreads across her face. My head falls back and I hiss in pleasure the moment I feel her tongue touch the tip. She pulses against it briefly before she slides her tongue from the tip up to the base and back down. A drop of pre-cum almost falls, but Summer’s quick and her tongue swirls to get it.
When I notice a piece of her hair falling into her face again, I reach my hand down and grab hold of it, yanking it slightly and exposing her throat as she gazes up at me.
“Show me you can take it,” I challenge her, and as expected, Summer doesn’t back down.
She wraps her hand around the base and squeezes gently as she pulls my cock into her mouth and sucks, then licks just along the rim.
“Fuck!” I yell out, balling my hand into a fist at my side. God, she feels good. I knew she would.
Summer swirls her tongue around a few times before releasing, and I’m trying to keep it together but know that she’s too damn good at this for me to hold out much longer.
Then, Summer does something I’m not expecting. Something I fuckinglove.She drags her tongue to the base and back up, putting just the tip in her mouth and sucking before her tongue pulses right at the tip over and over. Her fingers run up and down the underside. It’s like she has a fucking tell all handbook on the things that drive me wild.
“Fuck, Summer,” I moan.
I can feel her teeth as they skim up and down and I bring my hand into her hair. “You’re so perfect. Your mouth is fucking perfect.”
She takes me even further down her throat and sucks even harder than before as my legs start to buckle underneath me. Summer moans below me, and I feel everything begin to pulse.
“You gonna swallow, Summer? You want me down your throat?”
She moans again, nodding with my cock in her mouth as my orgasm rips through me.
She takes every drop. Every last fucking drop. She even goes back for seconds when she isn’t sure she got it all, sucking one more time before I shiver at the touch of her.
I watch as she slowly begins to rise and I’m pulling my pants back up, noticing the puffiness of her lips. The fullness is what I can’t get enough of. Everything about Summer gives me this feeling of always wanting more. I take my thumb and skim it over her bottom lip, feeling the warmth beneath my finger.
“This mouth.”
She takes my hand into hers, interlocking our fingers between us. “What about it?”
Her glossy eyes are piercing into me. “Add it to the list of things I like.”
My skin is on fire as we walk side by side down the hall and back to the ballroom where all of our friends have probably noticed our absence by now. I feel Chase’s eyes on me every now and then, but I keep my focus forward, fixing my dress as I continue to the doors.
The taste of him still lingers on my tongue and I’m relishing in the state of control I just had over him. Over the man I’ve been hopelessly in love with for as long as I can remember. He was just at my mercy. All of these physical encounters lately only have me fiending for more. For all of it, all of him.
Chase opens the door and holds his hand out for me to go in first. The room has cleared out a bit, but still plenty of people are around as I walk back to our table.
