Page 35 of Paradise

Like cold water, the realization that Hayden and Levi have sat down again washes over me. I bite my lip to stop from speaking, unsure what game Carson the Caveman is playing. And I just wait for his next move.

“You think I should?” he asks his friends.

“You might as well if she’s going to beg you, man,” Hayden replies, laughing a little.

“Yeah, go for it,” Levi adds, and then Carson’s eyes return to mine.

I try to read him through his gaze, and everything inside of me tells me that he means it—that this won’t be a fight when we sober up, that he really wants to do this.

My clit is pulsing so hard that I don’t even care. I just want him inside me, I want his tongue playing between my legs, and I don’t care who’s here.

But tequila is definitely in the driver’s seat, giving me the confidence to smirk back at Carson when he smirks at me.

“Get on your knees,” he orders me, letting go of my hair.

I stare at him for a few more breaths, waiting for him to change his mind. When he doesn’t, I slide from his lap and kneel before him on the floor. I don’t touch him, though. I let him lead whatever game we’re playing, because I know he’s out of his comfort zone.

Popping the button on his shorts, then pulling the zipper down, he keeps his eyes on mine. My stomach clenches, my mouth waters, and my cunt drips inside my panties.

Carson lifts his hips, then shuffles his pants and boxers down until his solid cock springs free. I sit still, eagerly waiting for instruction.

When his hand reaches for me, and he circles my jaw, I moan lightly in the back of my throat at the touch.

He grins, my neediness obvious, pulling my face forward with his hand until his cock is pressing against my lips. “Open.”

I spread my lips, widening my jaw so he can slide into my mouth. The head of his cock nudges at the back of my throat, and he groans, so I swallow him deeper.

“More,” he says, still circling my jaw with his hand.

I hold my breath as he pulls me forward again, his dick sliding farther down my throat and making me gag.

“That’s my girl,” he moans. “Show them how good you take it.”

Hollowing out my cheeks, I slide forward until my lips are at his base. Even as I gag, I feel turned on by the fact our friends are watching from behind me.

When he releases my jaw, I pull back and gasp around his dick for air. Then I slide back down, taking him right back into my throat. He groans above me, weaving his hand into my hair and using it to control the motion of my head. He bobs my head quickly, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat over and over.

I suck him hard, flattening my tongue and hollowing my cheeks while he uses my mouth, and when he moans louder above me, I flick my eyes to his. Our gazes connect, and he smirks at me like he never has before. Helikesit—being watched. He likes it more than he thought he would.

Gripping my hair, he yanks me from his cock so quickly that saliva drips down onto his thighs from my lips before I can swallow.

“Up,” he says, motioning with his finger for me to stand.

I climb to my feet and stand before him, keeping my gaze on his as I pant between my swollen lips.

“Strip for me, baby,” he orders me, sitting back on the couch and getting comfortable. “Show them how fucking sexy you are.”

I kick my shoes off first, sliding them across the floor to the side of the couch, then I pull my shirt over my head slowly before I throw it onto Carson’s lap.

He balls it in his hand, then throws it to the side. “Keep going.”

I reach around my back, unclasping my bra, and let it fall to the floor in front of me. Carson’s gaze drags down from my face to my chest, and then he watches as I slide my hands along my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. Popping the button and sliding the zipper, I smooth my hands over my skin into my shorts to pull them down. I hear someone make a noise behind me as my shorts drop to the floor, but I don’t turn around to look at them. When I’ve kicked my shorts to where I left my shoes, I look back up at Carson to make sure I can keep going.

He's breathing heavily, his hand gripped so tight around his cock that his knuckles are starting to go white.

When I slip my fingers into the strings of my thong, he groans loudly.

Pulling my panties down, I bend at the waist to take them off my ankles, leaving myself completely naked in front of my boyfriend and his friends.

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