Page 70 of Force Play
“We’re at our friends’ wedding,” I say in a less-than-half-hearted attempt to have her back off.
“We are,” she teases, gripping me tighter. “But I think you still want me.”
“I-I…” I stammer because, apparently, I don’t know words anymore. “I don’t hook up with anyone twice.”
“You know you want it, Ari. You don’t fuck the same woman twice, but you wrapped my panties around your cock while you jacked yourself off to the memory of me.” She leans in closer, ghosting her lips over mine. “Because you’ve never had anyone like me, and you need more. Isn’t that right?”
I swallow hard, fighting to stay composed. I tend to avoid situations where I need to be vulnerable, and this sure as hell feels like one of those. But fuck if I can’t stay away from her. “Yes.”
“Back against the wall, Morgan,” she commands with a satisfied smile on her face. “And make sure you stay quiet. Wouldn’t want to get caught, would we?”
My dick twitches in anticipation as I get into position, Lucia moving to stand in front of me before falling to her knees. Goddamn, she looks good like that.
“You sure you want to do this, Luc?”
She looks at me in exasperation. “Do you want to keep talking, or do you want me to suck your dick, Ari?”
I smirk down at her. “Suck, sweetheart.”
“That’s what I thought.” She fumbles momentarily with my belt before unbuckling it. Then she unbuttons my slacks before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and sliding them down my legs with my pants.
My dick stands straight out, and Lucia licks her lips at the sight. She reaches out and swipes her thumb over my tip, gathering up the precum leaking out before licking her finger clean.
Then, without saying a word, she brings her tongue to the back of my shaft, licking up the underside and teasing my piercings as she passes over them. She slides my tip into her mouth before sucking me down, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I softly moan.
She lets my dick fall from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting them as she looks up at me. “Quiet, Ari, or I’ll stop.”
I reach down and palm the back of her head, gently guiding her back to my dick, and Lucia chuckles before taking me back in.
It takes every bit of restraint I have to not cry out. I liked how her tongue felt when we hooked up the first time, but I didn’t have her full mouth until now.
Andfuck,does she know how to use it.
She swirls her tongue over my tip as she uses her hand to stroke me and lets the other cup my balls. Lucia starts working her way back down, focusing on each piercing before moving to the next, teasing them with her tongue until I can hardly keep it together.
“God, yes,” I sigh, letting my head fall back against the wall.
I can hear the music in the ballroom getting louder, and I know we’re going to need to be back in there soon, or our friends will come looking for us.
Lucia must realize it, too, because she starts bobbing her head faster, hollowing out her cheeks to create suction, and I have to grasp the back of her head just to keep from falling over. She brings both hands over and strokes me, covering her hands in the saliva dripping from my shaft. With a now lubricated finger, she slips one hand back to my balls before slowly moving back.
“Fuck,”I moan louder than intended when she presses her finger into my ass and slips past the ring of muscle. She pushes it further inside and teases it over my prostate, and I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer. “Keep doing that, sweetheart. I’m getting so close.”
She keeps up her motions, teasing me with her finger while swallowing me down. And she brings me right to the edge when she presses against my prostate while at the same time gulping against the head of my dick.
“Shit,I’m coming,” I groan, holding her head in place as I pulse inside her mouth, cum pouring down the back of her throat that she eagerly swallows down.
Once she’s sucked everything out of me, Lucia pulls my pants back up and stands, leaving me to fix my clothing and look presentable again.
“I expected more face-fucking,” she teases as I still work on catching my breath.
I huff out a laugh. “I had to keep it down, Spitfire. Couldn’t have you gagging too loudly.”
“Well,” she says, placing her palm against my cheek. “You seem well-sated right now.” She slides her hands down her dress and smooths the fabric. “I’m heading back inside.”
Just like that, she turns on her heel and leaves me alone in the empty hallway, wondering what the fuck we do from here.
