Page 40 of Head Over Heels

“This in particular? Me giving you head?”

His eyes darken. “You giving me head. When I saw that photo of you with the ice cream cone. When you were crouched on your froggie lily pad the other day, gazing up at me in worship.”

I stick my tongue out at him, and he waggles his eyebrows.

“That’s a lot of thinking about me blowing you. I hope it lives up.”

I lie down on my belly on the bed—still in my dress, which will have to be dry-cleaned—and open my mouth, open to him, and take him as deep as I can.

“Oh, fuckingfuck,Liv, yes, Jesus, yes.”

The longing in his wrecked voice makes me ache so much that I almost ask him to fuck me, but then his cock swells against my tongue and I double down on plan A. I’m still throbbing deep from what his mouth did to me moments ago, and I can feel myself getting wetter and more swollen as I work him up and down, my hand stroking his balls and the base of his cock. He tenses, his thighs, his abs, his glutes clenching under my palms as I guide him to slide in and out between my slick lips.

“Liv.” His voice is urgent, and he tries to pull away, but I hold him close. “Liv—”

The tension rises in me, too, as he swells in my mouth and thrusts involuntarily, hard, my tongue and my hands controlling the depth, my body so in tune with his that I know he’s coming a second before I feel the hot spurts against the back of my throat, before I hear his voice breaking in a cry.

He collapses on the bed next to me. We lie there, side by side.

He takes a deep breath. “Give me three minutes.”

I look over. His eyes are closed. He looks blissful, destroyed. I feel mighty self-satisfied about that. Also, limp and sated and glow-y.

“Three minutes, huh?”

“Maybe five. And then I’m going to fulfill the other half of the ‘unwrapping-and-fucking’ I promised you.”

Despite the fact that I came not so long ago, my body tightens with anticipation. At the same time, my brain starts to kick in.

What do you think you’re doing, Liv?

I’m doing what Eve and I talked about. Having a ride before I leave Disneyland.

Are yousureabout that?

“Liv. Quit thinking so hard. There’s steam coming out of your ears.”

I flip him the bird. “It’s just—Chase, you’re my best friend. And I don’t want that to change.”

He rolls over, props himself up, and smiles down at me. “Hush. That won’t change. We’re best friends who happen to have discovered a few mind-blowing benefits. It happens all the time.”

“I’m moving to Denver.”

I’m not sure why I say it, or what I want him to say back.

“You said yourself, it’s only a plane ride,” he says. “And in the meantime, we have a week and a half to make each other whimper and beg. And I know I sure as hell want to bury myself in that sweet pussy—”

I make a choked sound.

He raises his eyebrows. “Like that, do you?”

I do. I love dirty talk.

“Sorry, as I was saying, sweet, hot, wet pussy—” His turn to make a choked sound, maybe partly in response to the heat rising in my face, which must be visible. “Jesus, Liv, if I’d known, we could have been doing this foryears.Just think of the consolation possibilities! You go on a crappy date and then—” He groans.

“That’s sick, Chase.”

“I think it’s sexy.”

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