Page 24 of My Weakness

“You’ve met who I’m marrying. Do you honestly believe there’s a part of my body he hasn’t fucked?” She grins at us.

“Fair point.” We all nod our agreement.

“That’s it, you need to hang up the phone.” Reed’s deep voice fills our speakers.

“Reed, stop it.”

“Baby girl, you cannot expect me to sit here and listen to you talk about how good anal feels and not want to fuck your ass.”

“Girls, I’ve got to go.”

“Good girl.” We hear just before she hangs up.

Lucky bitch.

Chapter Fifteen

Ava

Dinner has actually been fun. This new side of River is someone a girl could easily fall for. He’s funny, charming, sexy as fuck, and so easy to talk to that the evening has flown by.

He’s just paid the bill and is leading me out of the little courtyard where we’ve eaten, when he suddenly pulls me into his arms and starts slowly rocking me to the sound of the string quartet playing in the corner.

“River, what are you doing?” I whisper shout as my gaze darts around the space, we’re the only people dancing.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wanted to dance with you? How many times I wished it could have been me moving you around the dance floor instead of whoever else was at the time? For years I’ve wanted you, pipsqueak. Let me hold you, let me dance with you, let me make up for all the lost time.”

I relax in his hold and stop fighting his lead, not that we’re going to be doing the waltz, but I let him sway me around the small patio he’s picked as our dancefloor.

To my surprise several other couples get up to join us. It’s romantic and intimate. It’s perfect. One song blends into another as he holds me tightly in his arms and I rest my check against his chest.

“This is our song,” he whispers to me, and I focus on the music they’re playing, recognizing the melody asCarry You Homeby Alex Warren. It’s one of my favorites.

“We have a song now, do we?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.

“Oh, baby, we have everything.” His pupils are blown as he gazes down at me.

For the last couple of songs, I’ve felt his cock hardening between us. He presses it into my stomach as his lips lower to mine and he kisses me slowly. He groans into my mouth, his tongue exploring me like I’m his. My hands lift so I can run my fingers through his hair holding him to me as I kiss him back hungrily. I pull him closer to me, whimpering that he’s not close enough.

“Room. Now,” he rasps as he pulls back from the kiss and drags me along behind him.

We stumble into the room, our mouths fused together, tongues tangled, hands groping at clothing.

“On your knees, pipsqueak. Let’s see how good you are at taking cock.”

I drop to my knees, eager to get my first taste of him, and immediately reach for his belt. His cock bobs in front of my face when I finally free him. It’s hard and purple at the tip, and already leaking pre-cum.

“Open wide, baby, I want you swallowing all of me down that throat of yours.”

Fuck.

I grip him firmly in my hand as my tongue pokes out and licks at his weeping slit causing him to hiss through his teeth. His hand finds my hair, gripping it hard, and my eyes fly to his.

“Don’t tease me, pipsqueak. I’ve not stopped thinking about this since you put those damn grapes in your mouth. Now, open up and take my fucking cock.”

My eyes narrow on him as my mouth opens and I stick my tongue out. I might not have done this before, but I’ve watched enough porn to have a good idea of what he’ll like. He grunts as he slides over my tongue and meets resistance at the back of my throat; my eyes water at the invasion and I can’t help but gag around his length.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans. “Relax for me, pipsqueak, nice deep breath and open up that throat.” His finger strokes along the column of my neck. “This is where I want to be.”