Page 10 of Pucking Vacation

She flips her hair and gives me a saucy little grin. “I am, but don’t I look fabulous for my age?”

“Gorgeous,” I reply. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Her cheeks flush as she takes her seat and she looks down at the menu, seeming suddenly shy. I find it adorable whenever these nervous moments overtake her — most of the time, she’s so self-confident. Our conversation is light as we order and then get our appetizers.

“So, why are you wining and dining me tonight?” she asks over a plate of fresh calamari.

“I wanted to show you a good time,” I answer.

“You’ve only been showing me a good time,” she insists. “But why so fancy?”

I shrug. “I guess I just wanted to take you out. Give you an actual date experience amidst the week of debauchery.”

Her smile is bright and the urge to get to know her better bubbles up within me. I’ve been fighting that urge since our first night when she insisted she only wanted one week, but I can’t help but want to unravel her secrets and get inside her head. If I can just get to know something, anything that means something to her, I think I could be satisfied.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, breaking through my wandering thoughts.

I blink up at her. “Huh? Oh! Nothing. I was, uh, just wondering what your favorite color is.”

She furrowed her brow with a confused grin. “What? My favorite color?”

I nod. “Yeah. It’s nothing that will identify you after this week, will it?”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “I suppose not. All right. My favorite color is green. What’s yours?”

“Blue,” I say, relieved that she answered my question so willingly. What I don’t tell her is that until this week, my answer used to be red, but the deep ocean blue of her eyes has made me change my mind.

“Okay, my turn.” She props her elbows on the table and rests her chin in her hands. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“Dumb and Dumber,” I admit.

She looks surprised. “Really? I can’t decide if I’m shocked or not.”

“All right, what’s yours?” I insist.

“Pretty Woman,” she sighs. “Every time Richard Gere rolls up to Julia Roberts’ apartment in the white limo, I go all gooey inside.”

She probably doesn’t think it’s a big deal to tell me this, but every small detail about herself that she offers feels like a gift. I want more, but I know if I get greedy, she’ll pull back and might decide to end things between us early. I don’t want to risk that, so I don’t delve any further.

As the night goes on, our dinner continues and we enjoy some more light conversation focused mostly on our time in Miami so far. It’s safe territory for us and I keep myself in check. After dinner, we go strolling through the bustling streets of Wynwood, lined with twinkling lights and echoing laughter, when Lynn suddenly grabs my hand and pulls me into a hidden alleyway. Surprised but exhilarated, I follow her without question.

The alleyway is dark and narrow, the only light coming from a flickering lamppost at the entrance. Lynn pushes me against the cold brick wall, her eyes sparkling mischievously in the dim light. Without a word, she crashes her lips onto mine, her hands roaming freely over my body.

“What are you doing?” I ask with a low chuckle.

She looks up at me and puts a finger to her lips.

“You can’t make too much noise,” she says. “The people at the restaurant around the corner might hear you.”

Before I figure out what her intentions are, she squats down in front of me and unzips my pants.

“Fuck,” I gasp when she pulls out my cock and gives it a few firm strokes.

Looking up at me, she grins before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking my length into her mouth. Shit, she’s good at this, I think, but at the same time, I can tell she’s not that experienced. I cup the back of her head and guide her as she bobs up and down along my cock.

The world around us fades away as pleasure runs through me. She drags her tongue on the underside of my cock and reaches up to cup my balls. I grip her hair, unable to stop myself, and hold her still while I take over and thrust into her mouth. She gags but looks up at me with a scorching heat in her eyes. Tears slip down her cheeks. Gripping my thighs, she holds me tight as I continue to fuck her mouth.

“Relax your jaw, baby,” I tell her when she starts to tense. “Breathe through your nose.”

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