Page 79 of Give In To Love
A bead of precum sat on the tip of his cock, daring me to taste. I darted my tongue out and lapped it up, then went in a second time, dipping my tongue into his slit. His dick jumped in response, and I reached my hand out to hold it steady as I licked a stripe up his length from root to tip.
I heard a heavy thud and looked up to see Jimmy’s head tilted back against the door. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, lips red and swollen from our kisses. I licked him again, this time keeping my eyes trained on his face so I could see his reaction. His face didn’t change expressions, but his hips bucked forward, causing his dick to bump my cheek. At my chuckle, his eyes popped open and he looked down at me, then surprised me by pushing me back and getting down on his knees in front of me. He kept pushing until I was sprawled on my back on the floor.
He yanked my belt open and unbuttoned my pants, pulling everything down until my cock sprang free. I hissed at the feel of the cool air against my overheated skin. He eyed my dick like it was his very own slice of birthday cake, but instead of taking a taste, he surprised me again and stood, quickly stripping off his jeans and jock before getting down on his hands and knees above me with his dick jutting out directly in front of my face.
He lowered his hips until his tip was pressed against my lips, and I obliged by opening my mouth to grant him entrance. He continued lowering himself, and when he was almost to the back of my throat, I felt the slick satisfaction of him taking a swipe at my own dick with his tongue. I groaned, face full of cock, as he did it again. It was wild having his dick in my mouth and feeling him assault mine at the same time without being able to see what he was doing. It heightened everything.
He began moving his hips in shallow strokes while simultaneously wrapping his lips around my cock and slowly taking me all the way inside his mouth. At that point, I realized I was a passive participant in this exchange, which wouldn’t do. I took a deep breath through my nose and applied as much suction as I could on his next thrust. I was rewarded with a moan that vibrated through me, thanks to his mouth being wrapped around my dick.
We found a rhythm after that. His shallow thrusts became faster and more erratic while we both sucked each other like a Dyson. The sounds echoing around his apartment were sloppy and obscene, and I had spit running down my chin and tears in my eyes. And then I was there, right at the edge, about to tip over into bliss. My legs stiffened, my hands grabbing the floor for purchase but coming up empty as I lay flat on the cheap linoleum. My dick pulsed, and his did too, and then we were both coming, grunting and moaning through it as pleasure crested over us. Jimmy was shaking with the effort to hold himself up. His dick pulsed one last time and then he pulled away and rolled off me, collapsing with his head on my thigh and the rest of his body on the floor at my side. I felt my dick pulse one final time, and I prayed that last spurt of jizz had landed anywhere but on my clothes since I hadn’t brought a change that was club appropriate.
We lay there, chests heaving as we eyed each other.
“Sunshine?”
“Yeah?”
“I really,reallylike the new Jimmy.”
He chuckled, his smile bright. “I think I do too.”
42
JIMMY
We redressed,I took a quick moment to fix my hair and reapply my gloss, and then we headed out. TJ had been right—our sexual shenanigans had indeed caused us to miss our restaurant reservation, so we stopped by Runza for a quick bite before heading to the club.
The evening had turned cool, sending people looking for inside entertainment, so there was already a decent crowd on the dancefloor once we got inside. Drea had texted, letting us know they had claimed a couple of tables in the back corner, so we headed in that direction.
The club scene wasn’t usually my thing—I generally preferred a quiet night at home with Lucy and my book—but with TJ’s response to my new look, I had the unusual urge to show it off.
The beat pulsed around us as we pushed our way through the club toward our friends. Drea was sipping something bright pink out of a plastic cup, one hand in the air, swaying to the beat. Between Drea and Mandy, Drea was usually the more chill of the two. However, it seemed like she might have done a little pregaming before arriving tonight.
When she saw us, she let out a squeal and then set her drink on the table next to her, some of the liquid sloshing over the side. She put her arms out in front of her, and as soon as I got close enough, she grabbed me by the shoulders, her grip remarkably strong. “Holy shit, Jimmy.” She brushed at my curls, then tugged the bottom of my shirt. “You look fucking amazing.”
I could feel my cheeks heat and hoped it wasn’t too noticeable in the darkened club. Not that it mattered. Drea and Mandy were my closest friends. They were used to my blushing. “Seriously hot,” Mandy said, stepping up next to Drea.
“Thank you.”
“I’m gonna grab us some drinks,” TJ said, then pushed his way back through the crowd to the bar while I took stock of who else was gathered around the tables. I recognized Selena, Joe, and another instructor from the dance studio. And Jason and Zach were there talking to Sarah. Absently, I wondered who was watching her kids.
“Where’s Rafi and Elise?” I thought I remembered them being in the group chat for tonight.
“Frannie was running a low-grade fever, so they’re not gonna make it. Sounds like Elise told him to come without her, but he insisted on staying home with them.”
“That’s too bad. Hopefully, she’s okay.”
“You’d be surprised how often a baby runs a fever and then is totally fine the next day,” Mandy said, sipping her drink. Her eyes were bright, making me think the two had pregamed together.
“Who’s your DD tonight?”
“We got a hotel a couple of blocks over. We’ll either walk or get an Uber.”
“So what’s going on with TJ? You guys back together yet?” Drea asked.
My eyes automatically sought him out, my pulse ticking up at just the sight of him smiling as he wove his way through the crowd toward me, two seltzers in hand.
“Oh my god, look at your face. I was giving you shit, but you’re together, aren’t you?”
