Page 57 of Kisses Behind the Spotlight

“I’m off duty, so my phone is on DND. I don’t put work over my life anymore. I’m off the clock and spending time with you, and that requires my undivided attention,” Xain explained, gripping my waist.

“I wish I would’ve known. It’s your birthday, and you’re running around doing things I wanted to do. I could’ve made today special for you,” I pouted, poking my bottom lip out.

Xain leaned down and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before kissing me again. We were alone now, and I engrossed myself in the kiss. The bags Xain was holding fell, allowing his hands to roam my body. His dick poked at me through his joggers, and I slid my hands into his joggers. Dropping down to a squat, I brought his boxers down with me.

“You blessin’ me with head beneath the stars will be the best birthday,” he expressed, licking his bottom lip.

Xain’s words motivated me to give him the best birthday head. Coating my mouth, I gripped the base and brought my new veiny friend to my lips. I licked his perfect mushroom head, then swallowed his dick. My mouth was nice and moist from the water I drank on our walk to the riad, making it easy for me to gather more saliva.

My head bobbed back and forth, his head colliding with the back of my throat repeatedly. Saliva dripped down to the base of his dick, coating my hand in the process. I glanced up at Xain, admiring the view of his relaxed face.

“Fuck, Khaleesi,” Xain groaned, his mouth slightly ajar.

I went harder, sucking his dick at that quickened pace. Xain reached down and grabbed my throat, causing me to gag. My eyes watered, but I kept going. Xain stumbled, and his grip on my throat brought me forward with him. I pulled his dick from my mouth to keep my teeth from nipping him.

“Oh no,” I purred, holding his dick while I scooted closer. “The birthday boy can’t handle what he asked for?”

“Oh, I can handle it.”

Xain chuckled, shaking his head as I sucked him back into my mouth. Before I could get back into my rhythm, Xain’s hands slid into my hair, and he got a good grip on my braids. Taking control, he fucked my face, and I relaxed my throat.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I hummed in satisfaction, happy to let the birthday boy have his way with my throat.

I gagged, and my eyes watered more. My mouth was good and sloppy as saliva dripped down my chin.

“You love talking shit, but you sound the best when you gagging on my dick,” he complimented.

The shit talking had me turned on. I gagged again, and I felt his dick pulsating.

“I’m ‘bout to nut in your pretty ass mouth. Fuck!”

“Mmmmm,” I moaned at his announcement, happily accepting every drop the birthday boy had to offer. His warm nut coated my throat and went down easily.

“Shiiiiiiit!” Xain panted, pulling his dick out of my mouth.

Standing on my feet, I lifted my shirt to clean the saliva off my chin and cheeks. Xain pulled his joggers back up and tightened the drawstring around his waist. “Go shower and change. I’m taking you to dinner.”

“Khaleesi, we have a long ass travel day tomorrow. Can we just fuck and go to sleep?

“Birthday sex isn’t enough, even if it almost brought you to your knees.”

Xain flashed a boyish grin. The door to the riad opened, and I looked like a deer caught in headlights as Jameera and Q walked in. Q held the birthday cake, and Jameera had a few birthday balloons. I quickly raised both hands to wipe away the tears and smudged mascara.

“Fucking liar,” Q spat. His eyes were locked on me as he shook his head.

“Well, what were y’all doing that there are bags littering the courtyard? Are we interrupting something?” Jameera questioned.

“Nah, Khaleesi was about to take me to a birthday dinner. Y’all wanna come?”

“Oh, a double date?” Jameera inquired.

“Come on. Y’all been beefing for six years and now y’all creeping? This shit is about to blow me. What happens if y’all don’t work out? We go back to beefed-out Khaleesi and Xain?” Q interrogated.

“Respectfully, we are off the clock, and you not about to blow my high on my birthday. Thanks for the cake,” he stated, gathering the birthday cake and balloons. “Walk y’all newly engaged asses back out of here and give me the key y’all used to get in here,” Xain commanded with his palm open.

“See, Jameera, they are like a pair of bad-ass kids,” Q talked shit, slapping the key card wrapped in a leather wallet in Xain’s hand.

The pair were back out the door, and Xain slammed it closed behind them. Xain leaned down and pecked my lips. “Go get ready for dinner. Is an hour good?”