I do.
I mean…
Iwantto want this.
“I need your dick so bad.” She squeezes, and finally my body starts to react.
I let my head fall back against the seat as she undoes my jeans, sliding her hand inside my boxers. I’m semihard by the time she pulls my cock out.
Kissing me again, she wraps her fingers around me and gives a teasing stroke.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I mutter. “Jerk me off.”
Her hand moves more deliberately now. But I’m not getting any harder.
“Wyatt,” she whispers, her lips trailing along the side of my neck. “Relax.”
I’m trying.
I close my eyes and try to focus on the sensation of Mira’s hand on my dick. Instead, my mind flashes to Blake, and now all I can picture is her sarcastic smirk. Her hair.
“Use your mouth,” I grind out.
She kisses her way down and circles my cockhead with her tongue. A jolt of heat travels through me.
My head lolls back.
Okay. We’re getting somewhere.
I thread my fingers through her hair. It’s too…straight. For some reason I expected it to be thicker, wavier—
Fuck!
I still her with my hand. I’ve never stopped a woman mid blowjob, but this is wrong. I’m trying to pretend she’s Blake, and Mira doesn’t deserve that.
“Just relax,” she urges again as my phone suddenly buzzes on the dash.
I ignore the incoming text, touching Mira’s cheek to lift her off my rapidly deflating cock. Not that it was overly inflated in the first place.
“Mira,” I start. “I’m not—”
My phone buzzes again. And then again and again. I realize it’s not a text. It’s a call.
Annoyance flashes in her eyes as I reach for it. “Seriously? I’msucking your dick, Wyatt.”
“I’m sorry. It might be important.” When I check the screen, my stomach drops, and all traces of arousal leave my body. I already wasn’t feeling this hookup, but seeing Blake’s name on my phone has cemented that.
I answer without delay. “Hey. You okay?”
Her urgent voice fills my ear. “Wyatt. Oh thank God. Can you come get me?”
Is she slurring?
“Get you from where?”
“North shore. Like, a house. I want to leave but there’s no drivers and Landon won’t drive. I mean, he would if he could, but he can’t drive because we’re really, really, really drunk.”
Who the fuck is Landon?
