Page 37 of The Love Wager

The three glasses of wine were enough to let my guard down and beg Taylor to drag this man to me. Being the amazing friend she is, she didn’t bat an eyelash at my request; she simply walked out of the upstairs bathroom to find my conquest.

I shove him back against the counter and return to revealing my prize. He promised me a taste the other night, but by the time we fucked each other’s brains out, I didn’t have it in me.

“Finally,” I breathe the moment his cock pops free, hard, and veiny.

It’s heavy in my hand, the velvet skin soft beneath my stroking grip. Leaning in, I twirl my tongue around the purple head. Enjoying the way, he twitches and grows harder at the attention. I moan when I take him deep into my mouth.

His hiss of pleasure spurs me on to give him my best performance yet.

Meanwhile, my pussy throbs in protest while being excluded, trying to distract me from the rhythm my mouth and hand have found. Wetness coats my inner thighs, and I squirm my naked pussy against my leg, trying to quell the ache.

“Damn woman, did you go to cock sucking school, or do all women from California give head like you?”

I pop off his dick and wipe the saliva from my lips. “I know that was a compliment, but if you want me to keep teeth out of the equation, maybe don’t bring other women into the conversation while praising me, okay?”

His lips part to respond, but the bathroom door handle jiggles before a harsh pounding starts.

I whip my head in its direction, scanning the lock to see if he did, in fact, lock the door behind him.

“Brooks! Yo, you in there?”

My eyes widen, and I hide my chuckle behind my clenched fist. The handle jiggles again, and I wonder why this guy’s sopressed to try and make it into the bathroom if he thinks Brooks is in here.

Finally, the man in question breaks the awkward silence. “Yeah, Travis, I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Your date?” I whisper up at him, and he answers my obnoxious question with an eye roll.

Brooks reaches over and flips on the water as if pretending to wash his hands. I use the distraction to take him back in my mouth with renewed vigor.

“Dick move, inviting me here, then disappearing,” Travis continues.

I snort unladylike around his cock, and he jolts forward down my throat, gagging me around his length. I don’t know if it’s my skill, our looming time limit, or that his buddy’s on the other side of a piece of plywood, but Brooks loses his shit.

His hips shove into me, taking charge of the tempo.

I give up, releasing his shaft and holding tight to his thighs for balance as he takes his pleasure for himself.

“Are you going to swallow for me, red? Or do you want me to come all over your tits so you can wear me the rest of the night?”

I’m debating the question in my head, but I couldn’t answer if I wanted to with my mouth full. I dig my nails into his ass instead. It takes him by surprise and sends him over the edge. He jerks against my tongue; his hot seed coats my throat as I swallow his release down.

Brooks slumps back against the counter, his cock pulling free from between my lips.

I sit back, staring up with a giant smile plastered on my face.

His thumb swipes against my bottom lip, cleaning me free from the left-over mess, and I capture it with my lips. He’s salty in the most delectable way. His softening dick twitches, but another pound against the bathroom door breaks our moment.

He tucks himself away and offers me a hand up from the ground.

We both gaze down at my naked body.

Well, shit.

“You can go deal with your friend,” I whisper. “I’ll just…” I break off, looking around the room for something to cover up with. My only options are a very tiny floral hand towel or the now-ruined romper on the other side of the room.

I follow his fingers as they work the buttons free from his flannel. He shucks it off, holding it out to me. “Put this on.”

It’s not quite long enough to be mistaken for a dress around the party, but it’s enough to escape from the bathroom down the hall to Taylor’s old bedroom.

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