I smirk, rising to my knees. My hand pumps his cock, and I bask in the soft moans escaping his lips. He’s not going to last long, not with the way I plan to work him. I’ve been told my enthusiasm is a massive turn-on… but I haven’t done this in half a year, so I’m out of practice.
My lips wrap around his cock, easing him slowly into my mouth while my tongue licks the side of his shaft. His hands land on my wet hair, gripping the crown and undoing my formal updo.Good. Every part of today's put-together appearance is a lie.
I want to look like the mess I am.
He groans, his hips surging toward me again. I push him back into the wall, my hands securing him there. He’s not determining our pace.
“Stay,” I tell him. “Or you don’t get to come.”
“Yes, sir,” he says immediately.
I laugh before I can stop myself.
“Shit. Sorry… I’m so used to saying it—”
I hollow out my cheeks and take him in quickly to cut off his apology. I suspect the reason for his automatic response, and I don’t want confirmation. If he tells me he’s on my brother’s team, I’ll have to leave without getting what I came for. I learned long ago not to mess with my brothers' hockey bros.
Zach lets out another curse, a groan pulling from deep in his throat. His fingers brush my cheek, like I’m precious. I can’t remember the last time someone didn’t treat me like I was breakable, only one wrong move from crumbling before their eyes.
The thought pulls me out of the moment, reminding me how much has changed, how broken I am. The spark inside me still simmers, but it hasn’t grown. Maybe my Cinderella night is over, all thirty minutes of it.
I pull back from Zach’s cock with a loud smack, then replace my mouth with my hand. It glides easily over him while I sink further to the ground to run my tongue over his balls. I suck one lightly, a stark contrast to the grip of my hand, working back and forth.
“Shit, Finley, I’m going to…” His legs spasm.
“Do it,” I urge, wanting the evidence of how I’ve undone him. My tongue resumes teasing, driving him wilder. It’s taking effort for him to keep his legs pinned to the wall, but he does it. Like a good fucking boy.
His body jerks, and warmth hits my chest. A first, and I don’t hate it.
I kiss the tip of his dick, saltiness coating my lips, then rise to my feet. I could make a dozen wishes—to bring my lips to his, to kiss him until he’s hard again, to give myself over to him—but I know I can’t get there, and the weight of our mutual disappointment would sink this night.
Zach’s eyes remain shut, his chest expanding and retracting as he recovers from his orgasm. Seeing him like this will need to be enough.
“I’d like a rating,” I blurt, realizing there’s one more way he can satisfy me.
“Fucking amazing,” he mumbles, his voice still strained from exertion.
It should be enough to render this usually rambling guy speechless, but I need more. Icravemore. “I mean a number.”
His eyes bolt open, and he watches me clean myself off with a towel. “What? Like out of ten?” Amusement underlines his words, but I’m not laughing.
“Yes.” I toss the towel into a laundry bin. “How do you rate me out of ten?”
“Ten,” he says instantly, the word filling the cracks in my heart. I like that he doesn’t look at me strangely. “Obviously ten. It was the best…anythingI’ve ever had. I think I blacked out. If you give me a minute, I’ll be good to—”
“I should go.” I snatch a clean towel from the rack and wrap it around my body in case someone else is in the pool. My family can’t find out where I went during the wedding reception. They’ll think this lowering of inhibitions is a symptom of my bipolar disorder.
“I… wait!” Zach says as I unlatch the door. “You don’t want—”
“It was nice to meet you.”
I turn away from his disappointed expression and walk back into my empty existence.
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Zach
“Briggsy, over here!”
