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My head spins the smallest bit, but I know it’s not from the alcohol; it’s from his words and the ache between my thighs that’s spreading through my stomach.
Brushing his thumb across my bottom lip, he tilts his head to the side. “Would you, Little Bird? Would you be a good girl and suck my dick the way I know you want to? The way, deep down, you’vealwayswanted to?”
Tipping my chin up to show boldness, I inhale. Knowing I’m about to say words I never imagined would come from my mouth. But not wanting to stop them from coming out.
“That depends. What are you going to do for me?” I narrow my eyes. “I have needs too, you know.”
“Oh, the things I’d do to you,” he rasps. “I’d eat you until the sun came up, brat. And then I’d go ahead and eat some more.”
His words cause such a deep ache within me. Desperation fills every single part of my body, and I know there’s only one cure. And it’s one I’ll regret in the morning, but I’m desperate enough to do it anyway. And drunk enough too.
Resting my hands on his thighs, I slowly move to the floor. And to my surprise, he lets me off his lap. Slowly, I unbutton his jeans, but pause.
“Fake girlfriends probably shouldn’t do this, right?” I whisper, hearing my heart pounding in my ears. “It would make things…complicated.”
“Fake or not, if it includes my cock down your throat…I don’t really give a fuck,” he growls low. “Take what you want from me, Sutton. And if what you want is a mouthful of my dick or my tongue between your legs…I’ll gladly give it to you.”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I say, my voice shaky.
“It won’t mean anything,” he answers, suddenly zero emotion in his voice. “But I know you’re wet; in fact, I’d bet my life that you’re dripping. So, go on. Show me what those mouthy lips can do.”
I tug his shorts and then boxers down, and his cock springs free, instantly begging for me to give it the attention I so desperately want to. But when I inch my head forward, he grabs my wrist, lifting me to my feet. Reaching between my legs, he pulls my thong down, sliding it to my feet. And when I step out of it, he grabs it in his hand.
“Soaked. Fucking soaked. Just like I knew you would be.” Tossing my thong to the side, he smirks up at me. “Change of plans, baby. I need to eat right now too.”
Pulling me toward him, he lies flat on the couch and maneuvers me until I’m on top of him, facing his cock. Pushing the fabric of my dress up, he lifts my hips higher and higher until his face is between my thighs. I lean forward, and he jerks his hips upward, grazing his cock against my lips.
His tongue dives inside of me, sending a jolt right through my body with each lick and flick he delivers.
Wrapping my mouth around his length, I take as much of him as I can before I embarrassingly…gag. But something that’s humiliating for me makes him groan against me.
“Gag on me like that again, Little Bird, and I’ll blow my load down your throat right now,” he hisses. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” he murmurs before his tongue dives inside me again.
His tongue. His words. Having him inside of my mouth while he uses his own mouth on me…it’s too much. And as I involuntarily start to rock against him, he grips my ass and forces me to move faster against his mouth.
Everything tingles, and the buildup between my legs is enough to make me feel like I’m going to black out. My head spins—a combination of his magical mouth and the alcohol, I’m sure. And as my release finally surfaces, his hips thrust against my face as I continue taking him as deep into my throat as I can.
When I come back down to earth, he growls against me, “Fuck, feeling you squeeze my tongue like that was hot. If you don’t want my load down your throat…you’d better stop now.”
After what he just gave me, no way am I stopping. Continuing to let him slide in and out of my mouth, I gag again when he hits the back of my throat. And that gag is all it takes for him to lose it. Because within seconds…he’s pouring himself into my mouth and down my throat. His hips jerk, and his body trembles until every last drop of him is released. And I take all of it, swallowing him down without hesitation. And when I climb down from him, I adjust my dress and laugh awkwardly.
Because I just sixty-nined the hottest guy on the planet on a yacht. And after the high I just felt that’s making my legs still shake, I think he might have just won the Best Fake Boyfriend of All Time award.
“Well…night, I guess?” I yawn, lying on the bed as I stare at the ceiling with the fanciest molding I’ve ever seen. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go in the other bedroom? I don’t mind. After all, this was your parents’ event. So, you should get to choose which room you want without me crashing.”
I’ve sobered up, but my brain still isn’t functioning at one hundred percent. And for that, I’m kind of glad. Otherwise, things would feel even more awkward than they already do.
“Stay,” he says, folding his hands behind his head. “Could be a bogeyman on board—ya never know. I need someone to keep me safe.”
“And you think I’m the right choice for that?” I all but snort.
“Yep. If it’s a dance battle, you’d definitely have that shit in the bag.” He smirks, giving me some sort of smoldering look. “Plus, you’d have me on your team, and we all know I’m the talent.”
I punch him lightly, shaking my head. “You’re annoying. Is there a way to make you stop talking?”
“Put something on my mouth. That’ll quiet me right down.” He winks. “But you already learned that, didn’t you, Little Bird?”
I tense up, chewing my bottom lip. “As long as you’re sure, I’ll stay. But if you’re drunk and you’ll forget I’m here, leaving you to wake up in the morning and think I’m trying to take advantage of you, I should leave now.” I half-laugh. “We all know your ego is big enough. I’m not sure it could handle inflating even more if you forgot about this night and woke up thinking I was trying to get with you.”
