Page 146 of Brazen Mistakes

Taking a few sips of the proffered water, I close my eyes, focusing on getting the words out without further mishap. “If you’re feeling up for it, I was wondering if maybe you mightwant to go on that date with me?” My voice gets higher and screechier as I go, and by the time I’m done, I’m coughing again, the water sloshing down my chin as I try to stop the disaster I’m making of this.

I cough for so longI’mworried about myself, and Clara’s practically ready to call for an ambulance. “Sorry,” I croak out between coughs, “I’m not suave.”

This confession has her going from panicked to giggling, dropping to her knees in front of me. “RJ, you don’t need to be suave. You just need to be you,” she says, tears in her eyes from laughter, not fear or sadness, and it’s almost enough to stop my coughing fit.

Almost, but not quite.

Still unable to say anything, Clara takes my hands in hers. “I would love to have that date tonight. Just don’t tell Jansen. He wants to take candid photos and send them to your family in ‘celebration,’ or more likely, to embarrass you.”

Wheezing, I nod, trying to smile.

The longer we stay like this, me coughing, but with her on her knees in front of me, the more I’m reminded of the last time she was on her knees before me, and my breathing gets ragged for an entirely different reason.

And it’s not just me. Clara grows flushed the longer she’s there, her hands moving to my thighs, palms flat, her own breaths shallow. She swallows, and blood floods my dick. It grows hard enough that there’s no way she could miss it, sitting the way she is. Licking her bottom lip, she peers up at me. “We don’t have to do things in a particular order, do we? You know, dinner, movie, kiss at the door? There’s no reasonwe can’t move the last part of the date to the beginning of the night.”

I finally take a full drink of water and keep it in my mouth. But I’m nodding, agreeing without words, hoping she gets it.

When she stands up and strips off her cardigan and dress, leaving her in her underwear and long socks, it’s obvious that I made sense. Setting the glass aside, I cradle her face as she falls back to her knees in front of me, her eyes dark with intention as she runs her hands up my thighs.

“Sugar, you don’t have to,” I choke out.

“And if I want to?”

Dear God. “Then I’d be having the best first date ever.”

Her smile is equal parts joy and enticement. “Lucky man. Blow job on a first date. Skipping that awkward kiss on the doorstep altogether.” Her fingers loop on my belt buckle, waiting for me to give a nod, then I’m stripped of the clean jeans and underwear I put on for this date. My first. Which is apparently starting at the end.

I hold up a finger, diving across the room for one of her pillows and tossing it down on the floor. “For your knees,” I croak, and the look she gives me, you’d think I’d just bought her a mansion full of running shoes and problems for her to fix. She drags me back to the chair, her hands slipping up the inside of my thighs, and I know I’d get her a pillow any day. And maybe someday a mansion full of all her favorite things on top of it.

I’m painfully hard with the first teasing dance of her fingers on me. Then her tongue strokes me from base to tip, and I feel like I’m choking again, so much pleasure coursing through me. Last time, her attention was divided, and I barelysurvived those lips wrapped around me. Now, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.

With a smirk, she laps around the head, then feeds my cock into her mouth. And oh. My. God.

I might be cursing, I don’t know, but she’s taking her time, one hand at my base, the other teasing my balls, and I push the chair back so I can perch on the edge, giving her space to do what she’s doing. My fingers dig into the arms of the chair, afraid to touch her, to lose it and force her past what she’s willing to give. But then I feel her throat press around my head as she swallows, and I realize what she’s willing to give is so much more than I’d dreamed.

My hands shake as I sink them into her curls, heavy as I comb them back from her face so I can see. And it’s gorgeous. She’s gorgeous.

She circles her tongue like I’m her favorite lollipop, and goddamn it. My hands tighten around her hair, my hips twitching, and what might be a muffled laugh escapes her as she pulls me deep, so fucking deep, her tongue coaxing along the bottom of my shaft, her lips now past where her fist had held me, her eyes watering as she looks up at me with so much trust and excitement, my balls tingle.

She pulls back once more, but I stop her before she swallows me again. “Sugar, you keep doing that, and I’m coming.”

“Maybe I like the feel of you coming on my tongue.”

Fuck. I twist the ponytail I’ve made, and her eyes darken. “And if I want something else?”

“Then I’m thrilled to find out what it is.”

My heart pounds as I pull off my shirt, realizing how dumb I probably looked, but not worrying about it when Clara looks like she wants to lick every inch of me, not just my dick.

Although just that was already heaven.

I walk back until I tumble onto her mattress, pulling her down with me, kissing her as soon as she’s close enough. She sprawls across me, grinding against my cock as I kiss her, the cotton of her panties too much for how close I am.

Wasting no time, I strip them off her, her bra following a moment later, but leaving the long socks on. I run my palms over the stiff points of her nipples, and she moans, rolling her hips against me. Then she mirrors me, and it’s my turn to groan. The pleasure zings out from her exploratory touches, and I blink through it to find her inspecting me, like she can’t believe we’re here, doing this, now.

I’m on the same boat, and so ready to be out for the ride.

Wanting to give her pleasure too, wanting to prove to her and myself that I know what I’m doing, I slide down the bed and press an exploratory kiss between her breasts, her ribs expanding as she runs her fingers between my braids. I can’t wait until I get to feel her pulling my hair like I’ve pulled hers, damage be damned.

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