Page 45 of Sweet Escape

“I wasn’t sure if it would work out tonight,” I answer honestly, crossing the threshold and walking a few feet into the room as Vivian closes the door behind me. “But then I pictured you here, wearing something not too different from that,” I continue, gesturing to her top, “and I figured I could forgo a full night of sleep.”

Vivian grins, and her expression turns teasing. “Well, thank you so much for your great sacrifice,” she says, poking my stomach.

I want to laugh. I do. But that desire from earlier is thudding through me and doesn’t leave room for much else.

So instead of giving into the usual playful banter, I grab the hand that’s poking me and tug her forward. Her eyes widen in surprise, but then my mouth is on hers and she opens for me immediately, just as desperate for this to begin as I am.

I crowd her against the wall at her back, my hands on either side of her face as our tongues dip and slide against each other, my body pressed against hers.

She wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers digging into my hair as she nibbles on my lower lip.

“The bed this time,” she says as I kiss my way down her neck. “I want to ride you.”

If I wasn’t already fully hard, I am now. I groan, rotating my hips and pressing my dick against her, desperate for her touch.

“What ifIwant to rideyou?” I ask, imagining her on all fours with her ass in the air.

Vivian pulls back and gives me a seductive look. “We can make time for that, too.”

“Fuck, the shit you say ...,” I tell her, but then my mouth is on hers again, and I’m moving us across the room. Once at the bed, I give her a gentle push.

She drops down, her tits bouncing with the movement. I tug my shirt over my head in one fluid movement.

But when I reach for my fly, she sits up and bats my hands out of the way, taking over. She tugs my pants and boxers down, and my cock springs free, rock solid and ready to go.

“God, it’s like unwrapping a Christmas present,” she says, wrapping her hand around it and pressing the flat of her tongue against the underside and swiping from root to tip.

My head falls back, the wet heat of her mouth making pleasure coil tight inside me.

When I look down again, I find her watching me. She has a devious look behind her eyes, something filled with mischief, probably planning to tease me until I combust.

“Fuck, me,” I whisper.

She lets out a seductive laugh.

“I plan to,” she says, before taking me to the back of her throat.

Chapter Ten

Vivian

I close my eyes. I love the feel of his hands threading into my hair, guiding me as he thrusts gently into my mouth.

There are a handful of random things I’mverygood at.

Playing “YMCA” on the harmonica.

Doing tricks with a yo-yo—thank you to that guy in the ill-fitting tuxedo who visited my middle school to put on a show back in the day.

And blow jobs.

I prefer a blow job over the other two, with the right man of course.

There is nothing more incredible than the power I feel when I’m on my knees. Especially in a moment like this one. I open my eyes, finding Memphis’s eyes locked on what I’m doing, his lips parted, his pupils blown. There’s a reverence on his face, like he can barely believe what’s happening. Like he’d do absolutely anything to prolong the pleasure I’m giving to him.

I reach out and take his balls into the palm of one hand and wrap my other around the base of his dick, tugging on one and stroking the other.

His eyes close again, and he groans, his hip movements becoming more erratic as I change up my timing and tempo.

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