“Jesus,” I hiss, and that line is what sends my willpower out the window. Ari goes to drop to her knees, but I hold her up by her arm, preventing her from doing so. The look of disappointment she gives me is instant. “Hold on.”
I shrug off my jacket, placing it neatly on the floor beneath us. Her eyes light up, glowing bright under the horrible fluorescent lights of a room she deserves better than. She shoots me a look that I’m too horny to decipher, and I offer my hand. She takes it, letting me guide her onto her knees in those shoes she’s eventually going to break her neck in.
She’s tearing down my pants within seconds. She leans up, meeting my eyes through her lashes, and dips her head, licking a long strip up my aching length through the fabric of my briefs.
My body tenses. My cock stirs to life. I am going to have a heart attack.
This is such a fucking bad idea.
Ariana reaches up, her white fingernails curling along the waistband of my underwear. She slowly lowers them over my dick and down my thighs.
I hold my breath when she reaches for me. Everything she does is suddenly so tantalizingly slow, but the moment her hand curls around my shaft, my head and my body ignite.
I’m a fucking goner.
“You’re big,” she says a bit breathlessly.
“Don’t,” I groan, forcing my eyes open to meet hers as she brings my cock close to her face. “I’d prefer to at least feel your lips on me before I come, so watch your mouth for the next few seconds.”
She smiles innocently, maintaining eye contact as she leans forward and moves to the base of my cock. She slides her tongue against me, dragging it all the way back with her eyes still burning into mine. She pauses for a second and then wraps her mouth completely around me.
I know before she’s given me anythingthat I’m not going to last long. Not with her. She’s been the most tempting sin in my life for far too long now, and that sin is especially tempting when she’s on her knees.
“Fuck,” I mutter, when her tongue explores, playing like she has all the time in the world, like we’re not in a bathroom at an event full of people we know, who could find us at any moment.
She reaches forward, grabbing my hand to guide it to the back of her head. I curl my fist in her ponytail and she finally takes me all the way into her mouth. The groan that leaves me is deep and guttural. Whatever doesn’t fit, she covers with her palm.
I can’t stop looking at her. A face that fucking pretty, a mouth that perfect, and a brain that I could spend the rest of my life trying to decipher. On her knees. For me. Her eyes burn into mine, her strokes finding a pattern, her mouth taking me deeper and deeper until she finds a pace we both like.
She gags around me, her eyes flashing with determination. Saliva builds at the corners of her mouth and I decide that I need this image imprinted in my memory. This exact fucking picture.
“That’s it.” I gently tighten my hold in her hair so I can see her face.
She smiles, her mouth full of me. I’m going to blow my load in a pathetic amount of seconds. Seeing my dick vanish between those lips and come out covered in her lipstick, over and over again is a wet fucking dream.
My balls tighten at the image.
“I’m almost there,” I warn her, but she keeps the same pace. We let our eyes burn into each other, one of her hands bracketed on my thigh and the other around me, mine buried in her hair. “You’ll yell at me if I ruin that dress, so I’m going to need you to swallow. Is that okay?”
Her eyes flash with a feral need. She nods, her tongue dancing along the underside of my dick as she pulls back, and when she drives me to the deepest part of her throat again, I come. I comehard.
Groans spill out of me, my breath nearly vanishing entirely as I fill her mouth. My brow furrows, the noises of pleasure seeming to egg her on as she keeps sucking, and it doesn’t fucking stop. I jerk into her mouth, my grip in her hair tight, and slide my hand to her throat instead. I brush my thumb against the column of it, feeling each swallow, my mouth falling open.
“Fuck,” I groan as she takes me deeper, still swallowing. Her nose is nearly buried in the hair above my dick. I throw back my head as my orgasm slows, seeing stars now, my thumb still brushing her neck. “You are incredible.”
She swallows for a final time, breathing heavily through her nose, and slowly pulls herself off me.
I watch, my heart hammering against my ribs. My breathing hasn’t steadied, even as she pulls my underwear and my pantsup my body. She gets to her feet and takes my jacket with her, dusting it off with a quick shake. She says nothing when she grabs my arms and slides it back onto my body.
I watch her face with so much focus, trying to gauge her expression, her feelings.
She slips her hand inside my breast pocket, pulls out a pink piece of gum, unwraps it, and pops it into her mouth. There are no longing looks or gentle touches as she realigns my tie without ever meeting my eyes and takes a step back, ensuring that I look like a well-kept man.
With a smile of satisfaction, she takes a quick look in the mirror, rubs some of the smudged lipstick off her face, and turns and heads for the door.
Doesn’t kiss me. Doesn’t linger. Doesn’t say a word.
Nothing.
