“I figured you might need a distraction,” she whispers.
Her fingers quickly unbutton and unzip my jeans. She pulls my cock out and strokes me slowly. Fuck, I don’t have a condom. Which is a good enough reason to avoid taking her here.
“Misty, I can’t—”
She drops to her knees, pulling my jeans and boxers down to my ankles with her and takes me into her mouth. Nothing has ever been more effective at shutting me up than her hot mouth sliding along my length.
All I can do for the first few moments is stare at her in awe. I haven’t asked her to go down on me. Haven’t even hinted at it. I’m used to being turned down by Chanel.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan when I finally come to my senses. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I help guide her the way I like. “Yes, baby, just like that.”
Her blue eyes gaze up at me as I watch her take me as far into her mouth as she can, and I feel the back of her throat. Her tongue swirls around, and she strokes the base of my shaft in time with her mouth. It’s been so damn long that it takes my breath away.
Misty moans as she deep throats me, and her left hand cups my balls, rolling them in her palm. It’s mesmerizing and fantastic. She’s paying attention to every part of me, and my body jerks when the vibrations in the back of her throat tickles my head.
Her desire for my pleasure as much as her own floors me. I’ve never met a woman who wants to get me off as much as I want her to, and it’s beyond breathtaking. She’s a generous lover, and it’s a new concept for me.
Releasing me, she dips her head down and sucks my sac into her mouth, rolling my balls around her mouth with her tongue. Her hand continues pumping me, and I reach out to brace myself on the walls of the stall.
Holy fuck.
Spit dribbles down her chin, and she just wipes it with the back of her hand as she releases me. I think it’s over, but thenshe sucks on my tip. My breath hitches, and I damn near stand on my tiptoes.
This woman can give head. Fuck.
The act continues, and I’m about to blow. My body tenses, and I grit out, “Baby, I’m close.”
My balls tighten up, but she doesn’t release me to finish me off with her hand like I expect. No, she hollows out her cheeks, sucking hard as I come, nearly sending me through the roof. If I wasn’t bracing myself on the walls, I’m not sure I’d still be standing as I shoot my load into the back of her throat.
Misty doesn’t release me until she’s sucked every last drop, and then wipes her mouth with a smirk. “Feel better?”
My mouth is dry as I gape at her. All I can do is stare as she helps pull my pants back up and fasten everything while my arms stay pressed against the stall.
“That was… fuck, Misty. I don’t know what to say,” I manage as the blood returns to my brain.
“You can say thank you,” she whispers and winks.
“Thank you doesn’t seem like enough.”
She steps out of the stall and washes her hands, tossing the paper towel into the garbage as though this happens every day. I’m still in shock and riding the high of my orgasm, but I open the door and follow her out to find our drinks cleared.
I signal to Nancy for another round, and I sit down, pulling Misty onto my lap. She’s going to get one hell of a reward for that tonight.
Lainey walks over with two beers, and she narrows her eyes as she sizes up Misty. “Misty, this is my sister, Lainey. She’s Johnny’s daughter. Lainey, this is Misty.”
“Hi,” Lainey says. “You guys stepped outside?”
“Sort of,” I say.
Eyebrows raised, she nods and chuckles. “Okay then. Nice to meet you, Misty.”
“You, too,” Misty says and takes a drink of her beer. “Can I ask you something?”
I brace myself for something club related I can’t answer. “Of course.”
“I’m not just a rebound, right? I mean, I know we talked about this at dinner, but I just need to check.”
“You said no strings, remember?”
