Page 92 of Drop Shot
“Y-Yeah,” I stutter, fingers flexing at my sides.
“Remember to hold on and scream my name.”
My heart is racing a mile a minute before his tongue even makes contact with my pussy, but the second it does it gets impossibly faster, and I worry I might pass out. How embarrassing would that be?
It’s not like it’s my first time having a guy go down on me, but I’ve never had a man eat me out with such voracious need. He hums against me, every now and then crooning, “That’s a good girl,” and “fuck, you taste like heaven.”
My fingers find their way into his hair and hold on to his curls as he licks and sucks at me. My thighs are going to be red from his stubble rasping against them but I don’t mind one bit. In fact, I like the idea of there being a reminder left behind of what happens tonight.
“Elias!” His name is a cross between a gasp and a scream as his fingers join his mouth, curling into me in just the right way. My body arches up on the bed and without stopping, he reaches with his free hand and presses it into my stomach to lower me back down.
My breaths are loud, and I know I’m dangerously close to coming already—but I don’t want to. I’m not ready for this to end.
I bite down hard on my lip in the hopes of keeping the orgasm at bay a little longer.
Not yet, I beg my body.I know normally I’m begging you to get there, but this time I’m asking you to wait a little longer.
My heart jolts when the hand he pressed to my stomach finds my hand and he laces our fingers together. It’s such a sweet, intimate gesture. It doesn’t match the womanizer player I’ve known him to be in the past.
He sucks on my clit, fingers curling into me at the same time, and it doesn’t matter how badly I wanted to hold off—the orgasm shatters through me as I cry out.
“Elias!Oh my god.”
He sucks gently at my skin until the spasms subside. He pulls his fingers slowly from my pussy. I instantly miss the full feeling. He presses a soft kiss to the inside of each of my thighs before he moves up my body and kisses me. His tongue finds mine, making sure I taste myself there. I cup his cheeks, kissing him back and trying not to wiggle against him.
It’s then that I realize his boxer-briefs are damp.
I pull back from his mouth and gasp out, “Did you come in your underwear?”
“Yes.” He rubs his nose along the column neck. “Like a teenage boy and I don’t even care.”
“From going down on me?” I ask in shock.
“What can I say? Your little noises do something to me.” He kisses a path across my collarbone. “I know what we said,” he murmurs against my skin. “And I know we have months left in this tour, but fuck. Trying to resist you is something I don’t think I’m capable of. I don’t know what’s happening to me.” He raises up slightly so he can look down at me. “But I’m not mad about it and I don’t want to pretend that I’m not developing real feelings for you.”
“Real?” I blurt out.
“Yeah, pretty girl.” He caresses my cheek. “Real.”
“I’m scared,” I admit. Of him breaking my heart. He has no idea how long I’ve harbored a crush on him. I don’t want to finally have him just to lose him.
“Of Jackson?” he asks, and I don’t confirm or deny. “He doesn’t need to know things have changed. We usually have to fake it in front of him anyway, so what difference does it make?”
“Why me?”
This man could have anyone—socialite, model, actress—you name it. I’m just normal Whimsy from a normal family with a normal life. I’m not anything exciting or special.
“Why not you?” he volleys back. His mouth finds my ear and he whispers, “Do you want me to get on my knees and beg you for a chance? A real chance? Because, fuck, I think I just might.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat. Am I dreaming? Have I stepped into an alternate universe? I blink my eyes rapidly, but the scene around me doesn’t disappear like a mirage.
“Are you saying you want to try to date me? Like for real?”
He chuckles, amusement glimmering in his eyes. “Like for real,” he mimics. “Give me a chance, Whim? Please?”
I resist my desire to pinch myself. What do you mean the guy I’ve had a crush on isbeggingme to give him a chance?
It should be easy to say yes, but instead the word that comes out is, “No.”
