Aura taps something on her phone and then tilts it toward me. “Look at us. This one is going to have hundreds of thousands of views before the sun rises tomorrow.”
The stew starts to feel a little heavy in my stomach and I idly play with the spoon. That’s right, this is all for show. I thought for a moment that kiss was real. Silly me.
After we finish, we wander through the rooms, saying good night to my siblings, and then I grab her hand to head back to my place.
As we’re walking the short path home, I give her hand a squeeze. “Listen, I know you’ve got a room now at Chicory, but you’re still welcome at my place for the rest of filming. In fact, I’d really like for you to stay.”
She gives me a long, searching look then leans in to brush her lips against mine. Her left hand slides down my back and she gives my ass a slap. I jump a little, not expecting the sting.
“Come on, I think it’s time I repaid the favor.”
Chapter 19
Quint
Herwordsaredrippingwith promise as she grabs me by the belt and drags me through the front door of my own place.
As the door slams behind us, she shoves me up against it, one hand sliding down to give my cock a squeeze through my jeans. It’s already aching for her, and there’s too much fabric. I want to feel her soft skin surrounding me.
I’ve been so keyed up all day, the smallest touch could send me over the edge at this point. I’m worried I’m going to come in my pants again before I have the chance to get inside her. Once is forgivable, but twice might end this before it ever really started. The tingle at the base of my spine is already building, but she pulls her hand away in time, moving to the buttons on my shirt. She takes her time, flipping open one button at a time and kissingeach spot as the shirt falls open—my chest, the ridges and curves of my abs, lower and lower—until she reaches the waistband of my jeans…where she stops, leaving me wanting once again.
I reach for her waist, desperate to touch her, but she shifts away. “Hands to yourself. Palms on the wall. I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to touch me.”
The commanding tone in her voice tweaks that part of me that craves her approval and I do as I’m told, fingers twitching against the wall as she runs a hand down my chest. My abs clench under her touch and I groan.
“What a good cowboy you are.”
My head falls back and I shut my eyes, trying to hold on to my last frayed strands of control.
Then her body is pressed up against my bare chest as she closes in for an all-consuming kiss. Her tongue darts in to slip along mine, teeth tugging at my lip as she rocks gently up against me. The fabric of her dress is rough against my skin, and the delicate lace is such a sharp contrast to the intensity of her mouth on mine, the way she talks to me and handles me.
Her mouth shifts to my neck. She licks a long trail, then nibbles along the damp path. My entire body is already on fire, and I’m still almost fully clothed. I don’t think I’ve ever been this worked up before. Not even my very first time.
“Aurelia, please.”
She doesn’t acknowledge the plea in my voice, but her hands shift to tussle with the large belt buckle, popping it open. The worn leather slides through the loops witha swoosh. My hands are squeezing and releasing air to avoid the temptation to reach out and touch her. Even though it’s all I want.
My zipper is next, but she takes her time, dragging it down and then pushing the pants down my legs. Then the shirt, sliding down my arms to pool in a heap on the floor.
The hint of chill in the air is nice, since I’m burning up from the inside. Her fingers and lips are everywhere. Kneading my shoulders, running down my sides, and tracing lines along my bare stomach. My hips jump as she licks along the deep V lines framing my abs. My skin is tingling all over, cock aching for her touch. And finally, she closes her teeth on the waistband of my boxer briefs, sinking to her knees as she drags them down my legs. I step out of them and my jeans, my cock hard and needy, a drop of precum beading on the tip.
“You’ve been a very good boy, keeping your hands to yourself. I’m going to give you a reward now. And if you can keep it up, you get one more.” She’s so close to my dick I can feel her hot breath on it as she speaks, and sparks zip along the surface of my skin.
I groan as her mouth finally closes over the tip. Desperate need grips me down low and the electric charge travels up the back of my legs. It’s hot and wet and perfect. She moves from licking along the length of it to circling the tip to sucking it like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. It’s overwhelming, the sensations battering me like the tide against the shore in a storm.
Every part of me is aching and I want so badly to touch her, but I resist, because hearing her call me a good boy tweaked something in me, and all I want now is to earn her praise.
The pressure is building, and it takes everything in me to keep from coming down her gorgeous throat. Her mouth is heaven, and she takes me deeper. My muscles jump under the touch of her nose bumping me.
But it’s worse when I look down. She’s still fully clothed, kneeling on the floor with that white lace dress pooling around the red boots, black hair cascading over her shoulders. It looks like silk.
“Can I touch you, please? Your hair.” I need to know what it feels like.
I groan when she shakes her head, still sucking on my cock. It pulses, the pressure building until I don’t think I can take it anymore.
“Please, I’m going to come. I can’t…please.”
When I don’t think I can take one more minute of her sweet mouth on me, she pulls off.
