Page 50 of Drunk on You

Nails gliding down my skin.

Lips kissing my flesh.

My first thought is that this is the beginning of a damn good dream—until I hear my name being called, and I snap my eyes open, finding Ana on her knees, between my legs.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” I half joke, making her smile.

“Oh, no, you’re awake and about to get the best head of your life.”

Fuck yes.

“Do you want to know why?” she asks, rubbing a nail down my torso and through my happy trail, stopping right above the waistline of my sweats.

“Sure,” I say, going along with whatever she’s doing. Hey, if I know what I did to earn me a morning blow job, I can make sure to do it again, right?

“You danced with me.” She plants a kiss to the top of my six-pack, which has me tightening my ab muscles. “You carried me back to the room.” Another kiss to just above my navel. “You undressed me.” She kisses the spot above my waistline. “And then you not only dressed me in your shirt, but you also left me pain reliever by the bed.” She kisses the material right where my cock is, waking it up. “Your gentlemanly behavior has earned you a reward.”

“Baby,” I say, sitting up slightly and tipping her chin up to look at me, “I don’t know what men you’ve been with, but everything you just said is the bare fucking minimum. I’ll take that blow job, but nothing I did earned me one.”

I release her chin, and she stares at me for several seconds before she nods in understanding.

“May I?” she asks, wanting my permission to pull my pants off.

“You never need permission to touch me. I don’t give a shit if I’m awake, asleep, or, hell, dead for that matter. You want to touch me? Go for it.”

She snorts at the last part, then makes a show of pulling my sweats down and exposing my already-halfway-to-hard cock. Even he gives her permission to touch him anytime.

She licks her lips, and it’s then I notice she has on a fresh coat of her signature red lipstick. Fuck me. I swear I fall in love with her in this moment. Not only did she wake me up to give me a blow job, but she also reapplied her lipstick first to fulfill a fantasy of mine.

With my sweats off, she wraps her fingers around my shaft and presses a soft kiss to the head. The light touch of her lips has it twitching slightly in excitement.

She gives it another kiss, and when a drop of pre-cum seeps out, she laps it up. Her eyes meet mine, and without looking away, she slowly slides her mouth down my entire shaft, not stopping until I can feel the crown of my cock hitting the back of her throat. Her beautiful hazel eyes water slightly, but she wasn’t lying when she said she had no gag reflex.

And then she takes a deep breath and takes me straight down her fucking throat, and it takes all the restraint I have not to blow my load.

She stays like that for several seconds, damn near choking on my cock before she releases it so she can take a breath. Without waiting long, she takes me back down her throat, this time slowly moving up and down.

Her saliva creates the best friction, and despite not wanting this to end, it won’t be long until I’m coming. Her mouth feels like heaven personified, and I refuse to think about all the guys she’s had those plump lips wrapped around to perfect her technique. But one thing’s for sure: my cock is going to be the last cock she ever has those lips wrapped around, if I have any say in the matter.

After I come down her throat and she swallows it like a pro, she sits back and smiles, admiring her red lipstick all over my cock.

“Best work of art I’ve seen in a while.”

She winks playfully, and I sit up, grab her, and flip her onto her back, then kiss her hard for several seconds before I go about removing her clothes.

“Are you comfortable?” I ask, glancing down at her naked body. “Because I meant what I said. I’m going to explore every inch of you, and it’s going to take a while.”

A slow smile spreads across her face. “Explore away,” she says. “My body is yours to do with as you please.”

chapter twenty

ANASTASIA

“As much as I love the multiple orgasms and room service, I feel like we’ve barely seen Maui,” I say as we step outside, and the bright sun hits me hard, forcing me to momentarily close my eyes.

Julian and I have been holed up in our room all day—even going as far as to cancel our lunch plans with my dad and Selene—only coming out because Julian is the best man in the wedding and has to attend the rehearsal and dinner.

“We had a couples massage scheduled,” he admits, “but I chose to just massage you myself.”

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