Page 102 of Fluke
PIPPA
“Have a good night,” Jess says, shutting the door and flipping the latch lock. “Food is here.”
The sound of the room service cart jingles as Jess pushes it into the bedroom. I lie in the middle of the mattress—right where he deposited me before getting the door.
My sex throbs and my thighs are heavy.I need to get off. But I don’t dare touch myself because it won’t take much stimulation to throw me into an orgasm.I’m that close.
Watching him lose himself from that angle was a sight to behold. The way he groaned with his head back—the veins in his throat surging from the intensity of his climax nearly made me come.
I slide my hand between my legs and then stop.
My jaws are sore. My scalp is tender. But, my God,that was absolutely divine.
I’ve never thought that having someone fuck my mouth would be something I was into. Turns out that I’mveryinto it.
Perhaps a blow job is a trust thing too.Have I ever given myself willingly before?
That would be a big, fat no.
“I’m going to give you two choices,” he says, rolling the cart to a standstill. He takes off the covers and inspects the food. “You ready?”
“Sure.”
He catches the location of my hand and lifts a brow.
I grin.
The lids go back over the food with ading!
“Only one of us gets to eat right now,” he says, standing at the edge of the bed.
“I thought you got two burgers?”
He grins. “I did.”
Ooh.
“Are you hungry?” he asks me.
“Yes.”
“Oh, okay.” He bites his bottom lip while he thinks. “I’ll get you a burger then.”
I prop myself up on my elbows, sticking my chest out for his viewing pleasure. “What’s the other option? Maybe I’m not into burgers tonight.”
His lips twitch. “Well, that’s your only choice. If you eat, you get a burger.”
I play along. “Okay. Well, what’s the other option then?”
“I eat.”
A shiver rips through me at the heat in his eyes.
Wearing only his board shorts from earlier, he walks into the closet. He rustles through things; I can hear zippers and bags moving around. Finally, he comes back into the room with a crooked smile.
My stomach tightens. The hair on the back of my head stands on end.What’s going on?
“Call it … who’s eating?” he asks.
