Page 58 of Switchin' Lanes
“Give her my number and tell her to text me! I gotta go, but I’ll call you later,” she tells me.
“Stay out of trouble,” I say.
“No promises! Bye!” She hangs up.
Tink walks back into the main room in a pair of pink cropped leggings and flip flops on her feet, instead of distressed jeans and Converse.
“Tink!” Minx stops her. “The girls and I have a surprise for you up at the house.”
“You’re stealin’ my lady?” I grin at Minx.
“Yeah, I am. You get her all the time. She deserves some girl time.”
“You’re right. She does.” I agree with her, then turn to Tink. “Do you want H and I to watch Belle?”
“No! Bring her with. Cali will have Caden with her, too,” Minx says.
“Okay, let me go grab her bag.” Tink runs down the hallway. Hollywood, Marley, and Kicks walk in as Tink walks back into the main room.
“Where are you goin’,” Hollywood asks Tink.
“Up to Minx’s house to end the night with a girls’ night,” she sasses at him.
Hollywood steps so he’s toe-to-toe with Tink, grabs her under the chin, and puts his mouth to her ear, whispering to her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. I can only imagine what Hollywood said to her but watching the way he handles her makes my cock hard.
“Be safe and call us if you need anything.” He kisses her on the lips before letting go of her.
“I will.” She walks over to me, wrapping her arms around me. “Thank you both for such a great day.”
I kiss her forehead. “You’re welcome, Pixie. Have fun with the girls.”
With that, the ladies walk out of the clubhouse.
“I’m goin’ back outside to drink,” Kicks announces.
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” Hollywood says to me.
“Looks like it.”
“Wanna go outside with everyone,” he asks.
“I’d rather go to your room.” I smirk at him.
His eyes go wide as a fire blazes in them. He nods his head, taking a couple steps backward as I walk toward him. He grabs my hand, turning and walking faster down the hall. Once in his room, he locks the door. He slowly turns to face me, his eyes fall down my body and he drags them back up. I take two huge steps toward him, slamming him against the door, and crashing my lips down on his.
His hands go under my cut as he slides it off, tossing it onto the dresser. Then he grabs the hem of my shirt, only breaking our kiss to lift it over my head. His hands go to my belt and he eases me backward as he undoes it and my jeans. He slides my jeans down as far as he can without breaking our kiss again, pushing me backward until the backs of my legs hit the bed, and I sit, leaning back on my elbows.
Hollywood takes a couple steps back, eating me up with his eyes as he pulls his clothes off. I kick off my jeans the rest of the way. Taking my dick in my hand through my boxer briefs, I pump my hand up and down as I watch him undress. He gets as far as unbuttoning his jeans and stepping out of his shoes before he’s on his knees in front of me.
Pulling my boxer briefs down to my ankles, he licks from the bottom of his palm to the tip of his fingers before he wraps his fingers around my cock. Firmly gripping it, he pumps his hand down and back up. A drop of pre-cum forms on the tip of my dick. Hollywood’s tongue slips out, lapping it up, then swallowing my cock whole. I grab a handful of his hair and thrust my hips, making my dick go deeper into his throat. When he pulls away, he leaves my cock wet with his spit. He stands to his feet and I slide to my knees on the floor. Grabbing my dick in one hand and his with the other, I glance up at him.
