He unbuckled his belt and freed himself from his dress pants. “It’s just a little rip.” He shrugged. “I warned you. It’s not my fault you didn’t move fast enough.”
She sat up and reached behind her with both hands. He grabbed her ankles and yanked her toward him. “Oh, hell no. That dress isn’t coming off yet.”
She flopped back onto the mattress. Her airy laugh breathed life into his veins. He dragged his tongue from her ankle up the inside of her leg. She sat up, pressed both palms against his chest and shook her head. He stepped back, confusion ringing in his ears. Was she rejecting him?
She slipped off the edge of the bed onto her knees, and his dick twitched in response to the promise her position made. She wrapped both hands around his length, and a groan rattled from his chest. “Cleo…”
Her hazel eyes met his as she pumped twice. She grinned and sucked her teeth, running her tongue along her scarlet-stained lips before licking the tiny pool of precum from the tip of his now-throbbing erection.
“Cleo…”
She giggled, mischief alight in her eyes. Was it possible to die from your girlfriend’s tongue teasing your cock into oblivion? His eyes rolled back in his head as her tongue trailed the length of his shaft. She gave his balls a gentle squeeze before dragging her tongue back to the tip. His eyes snapped open as she eased him into her soft, warm mouth. She closed her ruby red lips around him, and sucked, without taking her eyes off his.
“Fuck, Cleo.” He tangled his hands into her hair, fighting every urge to take over the pace and fuck the back of her throat. He tightened his grip around her head, and she giggled around him, the vibrations driving him closer to the edge. Her tongue worked his dick like it was her life’s mission to make him come.
The door burst open, and when Cleo gasped, he slipped from her mouth.
“Just letting you know the guys are — fucking hell, Cleo.”
Cleo crossed her arms over her bare chest, but it did little to hide her cleavage. “Molly!”
“Girl… Seeing you on your knees, lipstick smeared over your face, smoldering, fuck me eyes, and titties hanging out of your dress like that, I’m having all kinds of feelings right now. That is hot. As. Fuck.”
“Molly!”
Linc chuckled at Cleo’s growl, he didn’t care if his girlfriend’s best friend has burst in on them in such a state. He hadn’t moved. His eyes were trained on Cleo’s face. Her cheeks warmed, her pulse fluttered at the base of her neck, and her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.
“I was just letting you know, Will, Finn, and Austin are here watching Sunday Night Hockey.”
“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.” The frustrated noise that escaped Cleo had his dick hardening next to her cheek.
The soft click of the door closing was accompanied by her tongue lapping at his tip.
“If we don’t go out there right away, they’re gonna roast us.”
“Let them.” Her eyes sparkled as she eased him back into her mouth.
***
Cleo entered the room behind Linc wearing a low-riding pair of plaid pajama pants and her new “my heart belongs to a Snow Pirate” t-shirt that matched her hoody, at the same moment the guys erupted into chaos. Her eyes flickered to the TV in time to see a replay as she walked behind the couch. Linc smiled. Would she want to learn about the game?
“No way! Absolutely no fucking way.” Finn’s face was almost as red as his hair.
“I mean, I see it. The call was good.” Will folded a slice of pizza and took a bite, nodding.
Cleo reached over the back of the couch and grabbed a slice of pizza from the open box resting on Linc’s thigh. She took a bite and gestured the remainder of her slice at the TV. “I’m with Will. He was absolutely offside.”
Linc’s mouth hung open, slice of pizza mid-air. All eyes turned toward his now-beetroot girlfriend. She’d unpinned her hair, freeing it into unruly waves cascading over her shoulders, and while she’d taken off most of her makeup, her lips stayed a stubborn red.
“Holy fuck. Did you just weigh in on a hockey call?” Molly spoke despite having a mouthful of food.
“What?” Cleo took another bite, chewed and swallowed. “He was so clearly offside that even I could tell.” Her face was the same color as the dress she’d taken off.
“Nope. Don’t buy it. Have you been studying hockey?”
She shook her head, but no matter how hard Cleo was trying to stay cool and nonchalant, Linc knew better. His sweet, bookworm, goddess of knowledge had done her thing and read up on the rules of hockey.
She rounded the couch and dropped to the floor next to his feet, reaching around for another slice.
