Page 97 of Fighting for You
I lose myself to the feel of her ass squeezing me so tight, I think I could see stars. Margot brings her hand down to push the dildo in and out so I can focus on keeping the same pace. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, matched by the moans and screaming of each other’s names.
“I’m so close, baby,” I grunt. “Inside or on you?” I ask, knowing I’m about five seconds from coming. Another thing we’ve learned about Margot, shelovesto be painted in my cum, and I love to fucking see it.
“Inside me. I want to feel you inside me this time,” she answers. And just like that, spurts of cum shoot from my cock,filling her up in a way I never have before. In a way I could become addicted to.
I don’t stop though, I keep thrusting in and out, opening my eyes to see her circling her clit with jerky motions with one hand and keeping pace with the dildo with the other. Without thinking, I pull out of her, push the dildo and her fingers aside, and sink to my knees.
Plunging my tongue into her cunt, I get a taste of us both. Her hand grabs onto my head, pushing me farther into her until I can’t breathe, and I’d willingly stay here until my last dying breath.
One, two, three thrusts of my tongue, and she’s coming all over my face, just the way I like it. I keep lapping her up until she comes down from the high, and her grip loosens.
Pulling away from her, my face still covered in her release, I look up at her and say, “Move in with me.”
Her eyes blink open, and a smile takes over her face. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Meanwhile…
Ripley
National Whiskey Convention
3.5 Years Ago
“Oh my God, thank goodness you’re coming back tomorrow. Between Brooks losing the instructions you left for him and then his constant bickering with Hazel and Owen, I’ve had it up to here,” says Thea, the exasperation clear in her voice.
I chuckle, my focus divided between my best friend ranting in my ear and across the street where the line of scantily clad bodies is slowly moving past the bouncer and into the club. My eyes trace the lines of broad shoulders covered in thin T-shirts a size or two too small and trim waists leading to tight jeans and leather pants. My mouth waters at the possibilities.
Fuck, I can’t wait to go in.
I don’t get to go to gay clubs very often. There aren’t any in Indigo Hill, not that I’d be caught dead in one in my hometown,and the closest ones are in Charleston, which still feels too close to home sometimes.
Coming to the National Whiskey Convention in Louisville, Kentucky seems like the best place to let loose. No one knows me here, and after three days of seminars and networking, I need to let off some steam.
I also need a blow job. And maybe to get seven or eight inches into a warm, wet—
A car horn cuts off my train of thought, just in time for me to focus back in on what Thea’s saying. “He really makes me want to pull my hair out sometimes. Why can’t he just do the things I ask? Or at the very least show up? If he wasn’t their son, Brooks would have been fired long ago.” She makes another frustrated sound followed by, “I miss you.”
“It’s only been a few days, and I’ll see you tomorrow. Try not to kill him before I get back. You know half the tourists come just to ogle him,” I say with a chuckle, my eyes glued to a pint-sized blonde in a suit and tie who joined the end of the line.
Who comes to a club in business attire?He looks out of place standing next to a gaggle of twinks with their nips out in sheer tops and booty shorts. He also looks uncomfortable, eyes darting around and into every car passing by.
“Oh babe, you know they’re coming in droves for you too,” she says. “Anyway, are you going to that club tonight?”
“Yeah, I’m here already.”
“Oh! Well get in there… and thenget in there.” She giggles at her own joke, and I can’t help but join her. I love this woman.
“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” I say.
“Bye! Love you!”
I hang up and look both ways before crossing the street. The line is moving faster now, and by the time I join the end, the dork in the suit is nowhere to be found.
“One Kiss” blasts through the speakers as I press my ass against the hard dick of the guy grinding on me. Todd? Tom? Maybe Tony? Really not sure, and I honestly couldn’t care less since I won’t be seeing him after tonight.
I’m just about ready to ask him to join me in the bathroom so I can get off and get back to my room. I’ve been dancing for hours now; my shirt is plastered to my chest, and although it’s been fun to dance and feel so many hard male bodies all around me without any concern of the wrong people seeing me, no one has really interested me.
But I guess Tucker will do.
