Sully pats his head. “And you better know that’s from Wayne’s World.”
“Of course,” we both say together.
“I’d have to turn in my man card if I didn’t know that,” Troy says.
Sully takes another drink. “Also, to answer your question, oh ye of little faith, I carried my shoes in a bag, and I put them on at the door to show you clowns.”
“Aww, that’s sweet that you’re giving us a special viewing of your shoes,” I say.
“All right, gentlemen, let’s get down to business,” Troy says, rubbing his palms.
Briefly, I’m taken aback because I usually lead these meetings, since I’m the boss. But Troy jumps into the deep end. “Tonight, you want us on our best behavior, you want us in our suits, and if anyone asks, we work in media production—keep it plain and simple. But wait. Why can’t I be a model like Enzo? I look like a model, don’t you think?” Troy gestures to his jawline.
Sully shakes his head. “Have you seen Enzo? Dude, if you think you can model next to him, then I can dunk like Michael when I wear these shoes.”
“Fair point.”
“Maybe I could be like a Sears catalog model,” Troy offers.
“Now you’re talking realism,” Sully says. “Except Sears is defunct.”
“And another dream dies,” Troy says.
We resume the rundown, reviewing the plan for tonight’s cocktail party, which is taking the place of a rehearsal dinner. When we’re done, I head home to get ready, and at seven fifteen, my phone rings with Truly’s name blasting across it. Odd. I didn’t expect her to arrive till seven thirty. “Hey, minx.”
“I’m early. Want to let me in so I can finish what you didn’t let me start last night?”
40
She eyes me from head to toe. “You in that suit. That sexy tailored suit. Yes. That’s what I want.”
I slide my hand down the wine-red tie. “You want to suck my cock while I’m in this suit?”
She gazes at me like a lioness ready to pounce. “I absolutely do.”
I undo my belt, taking my sweet time, loving that she came to play. I want to give her everything she wants, in and out of the bedroom. And in the bedroom, she likes the dirty talk. “Then far be it from me to deny you. Do it now. Suck me hard and good, just the way I like it.”
“As if I’d do it any other way.” She points to my couch. “Sit. Take out that cock. I know you’re hard already.”
“I was hard the second I saw your name on my phone.” I sit, unzipping my trousers, then pushing down my briefs. “Get on the floor. I want you on your knees.”
She licks her lips, hikes up her black dress, and drops between my legs. No foreplay. No kissing. No need for that. I offer her my cock, and she takes it, dipping her mouth to my length, swirling her tongue across the head.
I groan, electricity crackling over my skin from that first touch of her miraculous tongue. She licks the underside then back up, her fist wrapping tightly around the base.
“Don’t tease me. Just suck it.”
She shoots me a settle down look. “So impatient. Maybe I want to lavish attention all over your dick.”
She hums as she wraps her lips around the head, and I nearly lose my mind. A jolt of lust surges down my body as I stare at her. My Truly, the woman I’m desperate for, has my dick between her glossy lips and is teasing the fuck out of me.
“Maybe I want to come all over those pretty red lips,” I say, since two can play at this. Because the tease, the way we tango, is part of who we are, how we connect, in the bedroom and out.
“I bet you’d like to come all over me,” she whispers naughtily, tugging at the neckline of her black dress, pulling it all the way down, then back up, giving me a tantalizing peek at her breasts. I’m aching for her. She’s only been in my place for a few minutes, and she’s already torturing me in the most exquisite way, as she grips tighter and squeezes the base, sucking deliciously on the tip.
“You’re killing me,” I groan as my skin sizzles.
She lets go. “Would you rather I stop?”
My eyes widen, and I breathe out hard, grabbing her face, meeting that naughty, naughty gaze. “Please,” I ask, because I’m not above begging.
“Please what? Please stop?”
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop for another second. I want to fuck your perfect mouth. I need to come between these sexy, decadent lips so damn soon.”
Her smile spreads, slow and dirty, as she answers me by taking me in and drawing me deep. My pulse throbs everywhere. Pleasure careens through my body. My fingers curl around her skull, moving her head, finding a rhythm.
She looks magnificent, such a dirty beauty, such a gorgeous, seductive woman. She knows what she wants. She radiates sexual confidence, and it turns me on more than anything ever has. She’s a woman who knows her own mind and her body. She gives and she takes, and she takes and she gives. And right now, she’s giving me the best blow job of my life.
I’m burning up with desire for her, watching her lips slide up and down, feeling her tongue flick over my shaft. It’s a blow job, but fuck, it feels like so much more. It feels like the most intense pleasure given by the person—the only person—I want to give it to me.
I thrust up into her mouth, starting to lose myself to these wicked sensations.
But I don’t want to get lost in her mouth. I want to get lost in her.
“I need to get inside you. I need to fuck you right now.”
She lets go, gazes up with hooded eyes, and nods. “Yes, you do. Because I will be a desperate wreck all night if you don’t.”
