She scoffs. “I’m sure you will be way too busy to notice me. Everyone will want to talk to you, it’s the team dinner.”
Inhaling a deep breath, I can’t help but smile. “Crazy, huh? People coming to me, not because I’m the star player but because I’m the one in charge.”
Violet brushes the sleeve of my blazer with her fingers. “Just the way you like it.”
“My parents are slowly accepting my new career. You softened the deal a little. They seem less concerned that I’m destined for a life of debauchery. You know, my dad phoned the mayor of Lake Spark.”
“Oh yeah? Why?” Violet looks entertained.
“He wanted to insist that Jolly Joe’s starts to use Grizzly Dash maple syrup for their recipes. It’s a local syrup now, since his son is a Lake Spark resident. Then, to sweeten the deal, he promised to sponsor next summer’s festival, with Dash branding and all.”
Violet laughs. “Sounds like him.” My parents adore her, and that’s based only on the few times we’ve seen them lately.
“If only he knew how we make use of the family brand,” she taunts.
“You wicked woman.”
She glances at the partition between us and the driver, before she unbuckles her seatbelt and swings her leg over my lap to straddle me, a pool of satin now resting up by her waist, giving me a fantastic glimpse of her thighs.
“I am wicked,” she promises. “Whatever will you do about that?” she rasps.
My fingers claw her bottom, and she gasps from surprise. “Want me to show up completely hard?” I warn her.
“Now, now, I can’t wrinkle this dress, so you need to be on your best behavior.” She jabs her finger into my chest then bops my nose, right before she slithers down my body and begins to work my belt.
“Violet.” It comes out as a pleasurable curse.
“Doesn’t meanIneed to be on good behavior. Guess I will have to swallow and not miss a single drop.”
“Fuck me.” My body is at her mercy, letting her lead the way, instantly reacting when her mouth finds my tip and her tongue swirls. Blood rushes down to below my naval and a dizzy spell hits me, knowing the best relaxation is about to descend upon me.
Violet moans as she strokes and bobs on my cock.
Sometimes the way that Violet gives a blowjob makes even me lose my mind, way beyond any fantasy, and that takes a lot. But she’s sexy, beautiful, talented, and likes to give as much as she receives.
And she’s mine. All mine.
A sharp breath hits me, and I know this won’t take long. There’s something about this setting and the fact we are short on time that tells my brain to hurry up, but it doesn’t matter, as my body already feels the release that is purely due to Violet.
My hands gently cup her head, because she took a while to do her hair for tonight; I’m considerate that way. Framing her jaw with the palms of my hands, I hold her in place while I come inside her mouth as she wraps her lips tighter around my length.
She stays on me until she fulfills her promise of every last drop.
I release her, and she leans back to lick her lips and give me a satisfied smirk.
Tucking myself back in and zipping up, a relaxing breath escapes me. “You are special, you know that?”
“You’ve mentioned that about a hundred times lately, but by all means, tell me again.”
“Thank God Ford isn’t sitting at our table. You know I can’t speak to him after you do these things to me.” Because this scene has happened a few times as of late. How I survived Sunday dinner last week, I’m still not sure. I guess I focused on Puck’s tennis ball more than I should have, stress relief for both of us.
Ford is on board about us, or at least he’s slowly adapting to the fact that Violet and I are a couple who are cemented by a promise to move at our own speed but with a destination that we both want.
The car slows down just as Violet finishes applying a fresh coat of lipstick. “You’ve got this. Tonight’s your night.”
“It’s better because you’re here.”
“Just give me a sign if you need to be saved, otherwise I will be your arm candy all night, at your command.” She smiles proudly.
