Page 55 of Resist Me Not
They’re shaped like penises.
What sobers me more is Trey meeting me at the door with a welcome home kiss. I wish I didn’t taste like whiskey, but Trey doesn’t seem to mind as his tongue delves a little deeper and he pulls me against him with a firm, possessive tug.
Damn, that’s comforting. He’s taller but I’m bigger and could absolutely engulf him, yet he’s the one who manhandles me.
“I wanted to surprise you by coming back early,” Trey says and leads me to the sofa to sit together in front of our midnight snack. I don’t even ask how he knew exactly when I was going to walk in that he had this all ready.
“Those are ridiculous.” I chuckle at the penis-shaped candies.
“They made you laugh.”
“Yeah. I needed that.”
Trey looks at me, holding my gaze with those dark, black eyes, and all I want to do is drown in them. “I needed you,” he says and kisses me again.
I kind of paw at his blazer, because of course he’s wearing one, and I want to get inside it and feel the contours of his body through his shirt. “I needed you too,” I speak against his lips, not wanting to disconnect yet. “I have really, really been needing my Daddy to keep me from losing my mind.”
“Over work?” Trey pulls back, keeping me from chasing after him with a splayed hand pressed to my chest. “Studying? Or what your boyfriend does on his off hours?”
“Are you my boyfriend?” I’m sobering but it’s just making me tired, and Trey is a little hazy in front of me.
“I hope so. As long as I am also yourDaddy,” he practically growls, and I feel my cock twitch in response. I am definitely too drunk forthat, but it doesn’t quell the want.
“Yes,” I answer, “you are.”
“I’m glad. Now, can you open up for Daddy so I can make everything better?” Trey picks up one of the penis-shaped chocolate-covered cherries. “The chocolate and caffeine will help ease some of that future hangover.”
“With more alcohol in it?”
“Just a splash for flavor. Here.” He pops the candy into my mouth, and while I’m chewing, he brings one of the espresso cups to my lips, encouraging me to take a sip before I’ve swallowed.
The combination is heavenly.
“That’s my good boy.”
Maybe I’m not too drunk for what my cock wants.
WhatIwant.
“Next…” Trey places a chocolate on his own tongue, slowly chews it, and before swallowing, sips from his own espresso cup with slow precision. “We are going to try that trick I showed you with chilled wine… withheat.” He drops to his knees between me and the coffee table and starts to open my jeans.
Yeah, I’m sober enough for this. I might be damned, but that can be tomorrow Walker’s problem.
Chapter fifteen
TREY
Making Walker moan with my lips wrapped around his cock, mouth heated from the espresso, is pure bliss. Him returning the favor afterward is equally so.
I tucked myself between Walker and the coffee table, but when it is my turn, he stops me with a tug on my hair right before I know he was about to come and reaches around either side of me to push the coffee table further away to make room. He knocks me onto my back, laying me out on the floor, and tugs my pants right down to my knees. He is eager and energized and finally on the right side of sober enough that he is clear in what he wants, at least for the moment.
Walker holds some of the espresso in his mouth like I did and envelops my cock with that heat surrounding me. A chilled mouth doing this with wine is more pleasant than you might guess, but withheat? Oh, with heat.
Heat is better.
Walker sucks me in until his nose is buried in my musk. I twist my fingers in his hair, lightly rocking him there to start a rhythm. I don’t even need another gulp of espresso, but when Walker pulls off to drink more and returns with renewed heat, my already sensitive and tenderized skin sings, and so do I, keening out a long moan with my head tipped back.
He sucks until I am as close as he was but makes me wait just like he held off himself. He licks my length, lips reddened and full, as he bats his gray eyes at me. “I want to ride you, Daddy. Can I?”
