Page 50 of Last First Date
I shrug. "Probably not." I make a big exaggerated show of yawning and stretching. "I'm feeling so tired all of the sudden, almost as if I could just curl up and sleep all night long."
"Shush," he says and presses his mouth to mine. His lips are hot and needy againstmine, and I fucking love it. He's almost vicious when he kisses me, and I can't get enough. I think perhaps it's never going to be enough with him.
I reach for him again, and the raucous sounds of the party swirl all around us through the windows of Riddles.
"I'm so glad that you were willing to give me a second chance, Darcy." His voice is rough, and it almost sounds as if he's in pain. Not that fun going-to-boner-me-immediately kind of pain, but something a little more raw. He's showing me his dark places, and damned if I don't fall a little bit more in love with him because of it.
"Tell those freeloaders to get out. They're drinking all of K.T.'s liquor." I swat him on that perfect apple of a butt of his, and he flashes me a grin as he goes through the door of Riddles. The loud music dies just a few moments after he goes in and I can hear the collective groan of the assembled crowd. Then slowly, people start trickling out the door in groups of two or three. Occasionally someone will stop and put something in the bonfire with a more serious look on their face, but mostly the crowd of partygoers are going home in a celebratory mood.
And speaking of celebrating, I wait until the last stragglers exit and then extinguish the fire. Of course, it still stinks like death because everybody knows you don't burn plastic. Or silicone. Or latex. None of those sex toy materials. Gross, K.T.
And with sex toys on my mind, I head inside to find Thomas Abernathy flirting with Aunt Opal. Of course he is.
"Oh, Aunt Opal. I thought everyone had gone home by now." That's my way of telling her to buzz off because I'm trying to hop on Abernathy and have my wicked way with him all night long.
She turns to me and a slow, knowing smile spreads across her face. "Well, well. And here I was planning on getting Thom Abernathy liquored up and then taking advantage of him. Looks like that plan's a bust too."
She taps the side of her nose with one finger and then whisper-screams at me, "Enjoy it, toots."
She fusses around with her cloak, some sort of red pashmina with a million little mirrors sewn into it. Then as she passes by, she leans over and whispers again. "At least twice. And if he can't find your pussy either, then call me and I'll get you set up with someone who can."
Abernathy's chuckle echoes around the empty bar. "Trust me. She's in good hands."
I'm sure by now my face is as red as it feels. But well, that's a night at Riddles with Aunt Opal.
She pats me on the arm. "Wish I were going to spend the night in good hands like those, sweetie." She sighs dramatically and stares right at Abernathy's pants. "He's just so... big." And with her point made, she flounces out the door.
Abernathy follows her and blows her a kiss as she heads out for the night. Then he locks the door to Riddles and stalks toward me.
"Was it just me or was Aunt Opal completely checking out your package?" I can't help it. My own eyes slide down to Abernathy's extra-large package. Good heaven, but the remembrance of how he's hung has my mouth watering.
"Darcy, aren't you checking out my package right now?" He swaggers toward me, walking almost bow-legged because of that magnum in his pants.
"You're damn right I am." Oh, he can definitely hear the thirst in my voice. I can see the need reflected in his own eyes, especially as I slowly and very deliberately put my long dark hair up into a ponytail and lick my lips. "Turn off the lights."
His eyes race over my face, the wetness of my mouth and he crosses the room at top speed to put us into the dark. "Here? Now? What if someone sees?" Oh Abernathy, always trying to act like he's a gentleman but even I can hear that note of desperation in his voice. He wants this just as much as I do.
"Then let them watch." I cross to where he's standing and reach for his waistband, slowly unbuckling his belt.
"You're going to kill me, Darcy." His voice comes out in a hiss, frantic with lust.
"I'm not planning on actually hurting you." I continue my slow assault on his clothing, finally undoing his zipper and releasing his engorged, swollen cock. It's even bigger than I remember, and I've certainly stored away various recollections of our one hot night together in my lady spank bank for further use as needed.
His eyelids droop as I stroke him, his skin burning hot and smooth beneath my touch. He makes a noise in the back of his throat like I am in fact hurting him, and it only drives the fire hotter between us.
I drop to my knees in front of him."Open your eyes. I'm going to slide this delicious looking cock into my mouth, and you're not going to want to miss seeing it."
His eyes flash open and he grips my ponytail. "Damn right. I wouldn't miss this for the world."
And with that, I slide my lips around the crown of his dick, my lips stretching to take him inside. I tongue him ferociously and he groans again, then pulls on my hair a bit to shove himself farther into my eager mouth. Fuck yeah.
I moan with appreciation and he almost loses it right then and there. I love having him watch me sucking him off. It makes everything between us just that much hotter.
I reach out and grip his shaft, stroking as I slide as much of him into my mouth as I can. The sounds I'm making around his cock are completely obscene. But it's only making both of us that much hotter for one another right now.
It doesn't take long for him to tense underneath my touch. "Darcy, I—"
I hum in appreciation, but with his mega-cock shoved this far into my mouth, I don't think I'm capable of swallowing. I increase the pace of my hand and slide him out of my mouth with a wet, juicy sounding pop.
