Page 31 of Whiskey Sour
Little by little, by building this list, I’ll show Skylar thatI’mthe perfect boyfriend. We can have all these experiences together that’ll finally open his eyes. At the end of all this, I’ll tick off every one of his boxes, and he’ll have no choice but to see thatMr. Rightwas in front of him the entire time.
“It sounds like a great idea,” I tell him, my smile wide and maybe just a touch mischievous. “How are we going to do this?”
“You’re really going to help?” he asks, hope shining in his mismatched eyes. “Oh, Cassy, thank you so much!”
He scrambles until he’s straddling my lap and giving me sloppy wet kisses everywhere he can reach. He’s going on and on about our game plan—how we should start and what we should add—but a thought hits me.
“Are you still going to be dating while doing this?” I ask, cutting him off.
He tips his head as he considers it, eyebrows pinched in concentration. “Um, maybe not? I don’t think it’s too smart. If anything, I’ll just hook up.”
I give him a deadpan look. “You know, you could justnothave sex.”
“Bite your tongue!” he shouts, lightly slapping my chest. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Cassy, I need to be fucked to function properly. What’s so wrong with that?”
Oh, well, I can name several things, but let’s leave that to a licensed therapist.
Without warning, I flip us until he’s on his back and I’m hovering over him. Hesitating for only a second, knowing this can end in disaster, I make up my mind. “You’re not fucking with random guys.”
He frowns. “How else am I supposed to get off? My hand just doesn’t do it for me, you know that.”
I do know that in vivid detail. I can still remember the two-hour long conversation we had a few years ago about Skylar being unable to make himself come on his own. Two excruciating hours where I had to pretend I wasn’t hard when Skylar meticulously described his masturbatory technique and asked for tips on how to get the job done.
Rolling my bottom lip between my teeth, I dare myself to make this next move. I tell myself it’s all for the greater good. It’s not selfish in the slightest… Okay, maybe it’s a bit selfish, but I’m beyond giving a fuck.
Starting today, Skylar is mine.
Even if he doesn’t know it yet.
“From now on, I take care of you,” I growl, slowly working up his shirt to expose his creamy pale skin. “No one touches you but me. You want to come, sunshine? You know exactly who’s going to get you there.”
“Cass,” he breathes out, squirming underneath me. “Will you really do that for me?”
He’s so sweet, so precious, so entirely innocent while still looking like bow-wrapped sin. I nod carefully and flatten my hand against his bare stomach. “Of course. You can’t be messing around with guys while you’re trying to build the perfect one. I’ve got you.”
“It’s safer this way,” he mumbles, almost talking himself into it.
“And I’ve proven I’m more than capable of doing it,” I point out as my hand migrates to his shorts.
“It could be fun.” He bites his lower lip through a smile and nods. “Can I make you come first, Cassy? It’s only fair since you’re helping me.”
I quirk an eyebrow at his adorable question. He wants to make me come?
Fuck yes.
I grin wickedly and dip down to brush my lips against his. Smiling against his mouth, I nod. “Whatever you want.”
With very minimal resistance on my part, Skylar slides out from beneath me. He guides my movements until I’m sitting on the edge of my bed and he’s on his knees in front of me. He reaches through the slit of my boxers for my cock. I’m already hard, this new facet of our friendship making all the blood run south, and it’s straining toward him like it wants to go back to its rightful owner.
“What are you going to do?” I ask through a gasp, squeezing my eyes shut when he gives me one purposeful stroke. To be sure he’s okay with this, I pet the top of his head. “Skylar, you don’t have to?—”
“You’re so big, Cass,” he mumbles absentmindedly, examining me like one would a piece of fine art. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
“You what—Fuck!”
I can’t help the way I shout when Skylar wraps those perfect lips around my cock, sucking on my head like a damn lollipop, his tongue doing this sort of flicking motion that sets me wild. But I yank my hands away from him, unwilling to act on all the urges that suddenly hit me.
Like fucking his throat until he cries
