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“He’s a pretty thing, right?” she tells me, pulling the keys out of her purse and leading the way up the walk. Her ass looks fucking divine in this dress, the way that the fabric clings to her body.

“He’s big,” I repeat laughing. I use one hand to adjust myself, trying to make it a bit less uncomfortable with the pants on and up. It doesn’t do much. “Anything else will have to come out of your mouth, not mine.”

“That’s fair,” she tells me. The lock clicks open, and she swings the door inwards. “Though I thought you would be more interested in what was going in my mouth, not the other way around.”

Her gaze drifts down, nervous for a moment, and then downright sinful as she tacks on, “I’m sure that you’ve got a few big things of your own going on, anyway.”

Chapter Eight

Demi

Nathanstepsintothehouse after me, reaching out and wrapping an arm around my waist.

He knocks the door shut with the heel of one polished black shoe. “That’s an offer?”

“It might be,” I say, laughing.

Nathan’s hard-on has my mouth watering. I drop a hand down to cup him through the front of his pants.

“It sounded like an offer,” insists Nathan. His hand slides up, from the small of my back toward my shoulders. It curls against one of them, pushing down just slightly. I am wildly interested.

So, I sink down to my knees, and partway toward the floor the press becomes less playful.

He uses one hand to tug down his zipper, leaving the other on my shoulders. It strikes me as almost funny that I’m doing this because we haven’t even kissed—but do you need to kiss for a one-night stand?

I wouldn’t know. This is the first time that I’m doing this. I’m usually a three-date kind of girl; nothing gets put out until the third trip out. But something about Nathan has gotten under my skin in a way that I’m not used to.

He pulls his cock out, pants and boxers shoved down just far enough—the gray fabric of his boxers bunches up just beneath his balls. There’s already a drop of pre cum on the head of his cock, welled up and glinting in the light of the foyer.

Licking at my lip, I lean forward and drag my tongue over the head of it, gathering the salty, bitter spend. Nathan hisses through his teeth. His hand shifts from my shoulder to the back of my neck. He doesn’t push though, just holds a steady grip there.

Two more licks with the flat of my tongue, and then I’m curling my lips around the flared head of it. I have to open my mouth up all the way to fit Nathan inside of me, the weight of his cock pressing my tongue firmly to the bottom of my mouth. I breathe out through my nose, bobbing my head forward and setting a steady pace.

Every now and then, I glance up through the thick of my eyelashes to look at him; Nathan is staring down at me with those scorching blue eyes of his, lips slightly parted as he pants, and just the barest hint of red on his cheeks. The sight is enough to make my own heart skip up and twist around.

I groan, and then he groans as the vibrations hit all of the right nerves. I do it on purpose the second time, taking even more of him in. All that I can taste is Nathan. The bitter tang of him fills my mouth in a way that’s borderline intoxicating.

I want him.

Every part of him.

And I want him to have me, too. Even though it’s been a while—like, since college—there’s a part of me that seriously wants to impress Nathan.

Is it stupid that I want to give him the best blowjob he’s ever had? Oh yeah, for sure.

But that’s the thought on my mind when I breathe in hard through my nose and take even more of him in. The head of his cock bumps against the back of my throat and my whole body revolts at the sensation.

His hand on the back of my head is firm though and doesn’t let me pull back more than a quarter of an inch. There’s drool welling up in my mouth, dripping from the corners and down my chin, and an ache that’s settled into my jaw from having spread open for so long.

I glance up at him again, but Nathan’s eyes have somehow turned even darker, a shade of blue so dark that it’s almost black. It’s the hottest expression that I’ve ever seen on someone.

“You can do better than that,” he pants.

And he’s right.

I can.

I know that I can.

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