Page 44 of Final Temptation
“Play with yourself, baby. Touch yourself for me,” I demanded between thrusts.
“No,” she denied. “This is about you, Myles. I’ll take care of myself later.” She stuck her tongue out, my tip hitting it with each plunge through her tits.
Her words echoed in my head as I continued to get lost in the vision of Sophie on her knees for me.
This is about you.
She was so damn selfless. If I reached between her legs right now, I knew I’d find her wet and needy for me. But she avoided her needs to make me feel good, to help me blow off the steam I was desperate for.
“I’m close,” I grunted.
“Tell me when, I want to take you back in my mouth and taste you.” Her words brought me closer to my breakingpoint. My knees began to quiver, even in my seated position.
“Open up, Princess.” She released my cock from her tits, her jaw dropping wide open while she waited for me to finish on her tongue.
I stroked my dick once, twice, three times…
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, spilling myself on her tongue. “Jesus Christ, Soph. You are…incredible.” She had me at a loss for words. I’d fucked around more than most guys my age—the list of women in my black book was longer than it should be.
I was terrified to admit she was the first girl I’d thought about constantly. Every time I was around her, I wondered when the next time would be that I’d get to be with her. How our next experience would play out. Hooking up with Sophie was on an entirely different level than anyone else I’d ever been with.
Her throat bobbed, swallowing every drop of my cum.
“Mmm,” she moaned, licking her lips in search of seconds.
“Jesus,” I panted, my head falling back, hitting the cushion of the couch.
“Glad I could help, or so it sounds.” Sophie grinned as she started to stand, pulling her straps back up over her round tits.
Before she could walk away, I grabbed her hand, pulling her into me. She lowered her body down to mine, our lips meeting for a kiss. We didn’t get lost in this one like we had with all the others. It was an innocent brush of her lips against mine.
“Thank you, Soph. You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are.”
She moved closer to my ear and whispered, “My intentions were to give you something else to dream about tonight. I hope it was enough.” Her teeth pulled gently on my earlobe before pushing off me and walking toward her bedroom.
If I’m able to get through tonight without dreaming of my past, I’ll do anything in my power to make her mine.
Walkingup toPeakswas completely foreign. What used to be a daily occurrence for years was now eerie and out of the norm. Maybe the unnerving feeling running up my spine was because this was the first time I was entering my dad’s bar as a guest, and not as an employee.
A couple weeks ago, I hung up on my dad when Myles came home. This entire situation was so irritating—I knew I needed to bite the bullet and talk to him, and I’d been prolonging it for a while now. He asked me to meet up at the bar someday soon during the slower lunch hours, so I reached out to him the other day and told him I’d come in before we left for Vegas.
If this meeting somehow went to complete shit, at least I would be out of here tomorrow.
Out of sight, out of mind.
I stood outside the front door for a few moments to calm my nerves, taking a few deep breaths before pulling on the brass handle.
“Hey, bestie!” Paige called out from the other side of the bar.
This morning, I had texted with Paige in hopes of getting most of my anxiety out and to let her know I’d be stopping by.
The bar was empty, like I knew it would be. I walked to the end of the long rustic bar and took a seat.
“Shot of tequila, chilled, all the training wheels.” I slapped my hand against the bar top.
“Who are you, and where is my best friend? You don’t ever drink tequila,” Paige said, pouring the shot anyway.
“Yeah, well, this seemed like the right time.” She placed the clear liquid in front of me, and I took no time to lick the salt, shoot it back, and bite into the lime to ease the sting down my throat.
