Page 51 of The Last Person
“I need more,” I whine. “Can you give me more?”
He shudders, but after a moment, takes me deeper.
“Good boy. Just like that.”
A whimper sounds in his throat, driving me closer to the edge.
My heartbeat pounds in my ears, and I force my eyes open. I don’t want to miss a second of this show.
The thrumming of my blood is louder now, and it’s hard to breathe. Every inch of my body is aware, on fire?—
“Hey, guys—oh, fuck!”
I grab a pillow and shove it in front of my crotch and Hardy’s head as Mark walks into the room. “Shit.”
Mark throws his arm over his eyes, and even though I should move or say something, I can’t. Because Hardy’s not stopping. He’s sucking me harder. And I’m—I’m about to… I grab Ryan’s hair harder, trying to hold on a little longer.
“Thrilled for you guys. I knew it, by the way,” Mark calls as he walks back down the hallway, bumping into things as he goes.
My heart is slamming into my ribs, and my body is on fire. I throw the pillow to the side, watching as Hardy’s eyes flick up to me in challenge. Then he takes me even deeper, my tip hitting the back of his throat.
I hold back a strangled moan, my eyes heavy and my chest heaving.
The second the door closes, I unleash, moans spilling out of me as pure bliss washes over me and I fill Ryan’s mouth. He sputters for a second before swallowing it all down, and fuck… nothing has ever been hotter than watching Ryan Hardison drink my cum.
I slump back against the couch, eyes drifting shut as I pant for breath.
Ryan climbs onto my lap and kisses me, and the taste of me on his tongue makes me feral. I’m breathing so heavily it’s hard to kiss him, but I don’t care.
After a moment, he breaks our kiss, then wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck and my chest instead.
“Safe to say everyone else will know by tomorrow,” I mumble as some of my brain power returns.
He lifts his head. “Let them know. Let them all talk about it. I don’t care. We’re staying here in our bubble.” Then he kisses me again, and I let myself get swept away in our connection, something more profound than I ever thought I’d have.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
HARDY
Wendell and Alannah’sNew Year’s Eve party is always an epically fun night.
They hire caterers and a DJ. They have adult bounce houses and photobooths. There are glow sticks and neon colors everywhere, and there’s no drama. Everyone’s enjoying life.
They even have a matchmaking game that sets up single people who want someone for a New Year’s kiss.
The only downside of tonight is that I’ll have to sneak away to kiss my man at midnight.
In two days, we’re telling HR, and then we can be as public as we want about this, but until then, I’m stuck groping him and grinding on his ass in secret. Or as sneakily as I can without anyone noticing.
Loud bass thumps in the mostly dark basement. A few lights and lots of glow sticks are the only things illuminating the room, and I love it because it means I can dance with my man the way I want to.
I’ve got one arm around his waist as I grind on him from behind.
Mark and Frannie are angled to the side and partly in front of us, blocking us even more from view.
While Mark walking in on us while I was giving Brian the best blowjob of his life yesterday wasn’t on my bingo card, I’m glad he knows. I hate lying to my friends. We’ll tell the rest of the Baker girls family sometime soon, but for now Mark and Frannie are keeping it to themselves.
Brian rubs his thick football bubble butt against me, and my cock can’t keep calm and carry on anymore.
