Page 59 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“It’s not that I don’t remember, exactly,” she says. “It’s more like the night is a bunch of screenshots that are all out of order instead of one continuous video.”
My stomach rolls as I ask, “Did I force you into it?”
“God, no!” She’s quick to answer. “It’s, well, you confuse my brain, Wyatt. I can’t think straight around you. All rational thought disappears, and I float along on some lust-induced cloud. It’s frustrating.”
Brie must see the hurt on my face because her next words are, “I’m sorry.” She looks like she means it.
I don’t know how to respond. So instead, I say, “I’m going to order coffee and food. We can talk after.” I know I sound annoyed because I am. I have to remind myself there was a lot of drinking during the day, what with the mimosas in the morning, the cocktails at the pool, champagne tasting, then wine with dinner. We didn’t drink much after dinner, but there were edibles involved. And she’s probably a good one hundred pounds lighter than me.
I finish ordering enough food for a family of five—I’m fucking hungry, and I have no idea what she likes for breakfast—and then shower. I stand under the spray, one hand against the wall, with my head hanging down, letting the water cascade across my back. Trying to get my thoughts together.
Was it a mistake last night? Was Bristol able to make coherent decisions? She says she was. She seemed capable.
Did she, or did you just want her to be?
Both?
I’m surprised when Bristol joins me after a moment.
“Don’t be mad at me,” she says as she wraps her arms around my waist and lays her head on my chest. I return her embrace and kiss the top of her head.
“I’m not mad,” I say.
Disappointed? Yes.
Disillusioned? Absolutely.
Not mad.
Besides, I can’t help but do whatever she asks when her wet, naked body is pressed against mine.
“I remember everything in bits and pieces.” She kisses my chest on one side, then the other.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Her lips move down my abs with her tongue dipping in and around the muscles, making them contract at her touch. Then, she lowers to her knees in front of me, and my breath catches in my chest.
“Like when I did this.” She kisses and licks her way along my dick, then pulls my balls into her mouth.
“Jesus Christ, Brie, I don’t remember this part.”
“No?” She sucks lightly, moving from one to the other, as she rolls her tongue around them. “So, I’m not the only one.”
“Fuck, sweetheart.” I pull her hair back from her face to watch her mouth on me. Her eyes are closed. She has one hand jacking me, and the other dips between her legs to play with her clit. She moves from my balls, running her cheek and nose along my groin and the length of my dick until she gets to the end. When her lips meet my tip, she pulls me into her mouth in one fluid motion.
I die from pleasure. Right then. Right there. It will never get better than this.
“Oh my god, Brie.” I moan low and long. “I don’t remember that from last night.”
“Hmm,” she hums something that sounds like, “Huh.” The vibrations in her throat tickle the tip of my dick. It feels incredible.
“Fuck. Oh, you’re such a good girl. So fucking good at this.” My hand wraps around the back of her head and stays there. “You take my cock so well in that pretty little mouth of yours.”
She hums again as her hand moves faster between her legs.
“Do you like it when I talk to you, sweetheart?”
She moans and nods her head. The hand wrapped around me squeezes my base tighter.
