Page 67 of Tips and Trysts

Moaning approvingly, I put more of him into my mouth—half of his length this time.

“Princess, your mouth is ridiculous.”

The compliment makes me take him deeper. He has no clue how ridiculous my mouth is—but I’ll happily show him.

“I learned how to mix the best gin and tonic,” he continues. “I can cook a vegan adobo. And I’ve been studying Tagalog for six months.”

I pause before I let his dick slip out of my mouth and say, “My family is from Ilocos Sur.”

He stares at me, not getting it.

“They speak Ilocano. Tagalog is a second language to them.”

Now, Everett’s dick actually deflates a little in my hand, and his brow knots so deeply that I’m tempted to smooth it because I don’t want to be the reason such a handsome guy wrinkles before he turns thirty. “I’m sorry—what?”

“Different languages,” I explain, jerking him loosely. “You learned one my family doesn’t always use.”

His eyes widen until there’s a narrow rim of white around his irises. “I learned the wrong language?”

“Well actually, I don’t speak either,” I admit. “And since I don’t talk to my parents…”

He sighs and mutters, “Lander’s going to have a field day with this shit when he finds out.”

“Whatever. Bet your Tagalog is better than his Spanish,” I reply, sliding my hand from crown to base. “Anything else?”

“I found your Goodreads account and read every book you’ve rated five stars,” he says before he groans again. “This is the best night of my life…”

But I’ve stopped moving. “What did you say?”

“This is the best—”

“You read all the books I love?” I ask, barely able to pose the question evenly.

“Luckily, you’re discerning,” he goes on, reaching out to stroke my hair. “You don’t give out many five stars.”

My heart has never pounded harder. If Everett read all those books… “It’s still hundreds,” I figure. “At least.”

“It’s a good thing your taste is impeccable,” he replies, gaze hooded. “The monster stuff was different but fun.”

My chest feels hot and tingly, and unprecedented want strikes me. I need this guy. Need him—right now. I need to show him all the things he’s earned.

I adjust on my knees, making my mouth as accessible as possible. “Feed it to me,” I whisper before running my tongue over his crown. “Put it in my throat.”

Everett doesn’t move beyond tightening his brow.

“Take it,” I encourage. “Fuck my tight little throat, Everett. Treat me like a whore on my knees for you.”

His stare darkens gloriously. “Treat you like one?” he murmurs before chuckling. “Youarea whore. I pay you to be one.”

The words make my entire body flutter with anticipation. “Do it,” I urge. “You know you’re not supposed to.”

Carefully, I work the sleeve of my sweater over my bandaged arm. When I reveal my bare tits to Everett, he releases a faint laugh. I almost don’t hear it.

“You’re everything I want,” he mutters before he grabs my hair, cants his hips forward, and slides his dick into my mouth again.

I take all of him.

Cock fills my mouth—my throat—and a desire sparks deep in my core. I suck him, working against the pressure of his thrust, showing him how good it can be between us—maybe better than we both imagined.

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