Page 119 of Fly Boy
“God, he’s a mess. I’ve never seen him like this before,” Pippa says as we step into the elevator, and she presses the button for his floor.
“Nothing a couple Tylenol and a bottle of water won’t fix.”
She brushes back his hair from his forehead. “You big dummy,” she whispers. “It was your idea to go out celebrating, and you’ve barely lasted half the night.”
“Not that I’m complaining,” I mutter under my breath, staring straight ahead at the doors.
“Did you not want to go out?” she asks quizzically and slowly lowers her hand.
I shrug, but the dead weight that is Evan makes it hard. “I didn’t mind, but I know what I would have rather been doing than watching your friend get shit-faced.”
“Oh really?” she purrs, coming closer and pressing her body to mine as best she can. “And what’s that?”
I’m about to whisper one of themanythings I’d rather have done tonight, when Evan lifts his head, his eyes wide open, his body rigid. “I’m going to be sick.”
“No, Evan,” Pippa cries, rubbing his stomach. “Not here. We’re almost in your room, hold on.”
At that second, the doors ping open and I’m carrying Evan like a baby, running down the corridor toward his room. Pippa squeezes past me, slotting the key into the door and flinging it open. I set Evan on his feet in front of the toilet just as he launches forward, hands on either side of the bowl, the sound of liquid hitting the porcelain filling the room.
I turn to walk out when Pippa stops me in the doorway. “We can’t leave him while he’s throwing up.”
“He’s your friend.”
She recoils in horror. “So? People throwing up makes me want to throw up.” Shivering dramatically, she latches onto my wrist and tugs me away from the door. “No, you have to do it. What if he chokes or slips and falls in his puke?”
I stare her down, but she doesn’t budge. Growling, I say, “Fine. But you owe me.”
She licks her lips, leaning up onto her tiptoes, her breath tickling my ear as she whispers, “I’ll let you fuck my ass.”
My cock twitches. “You drive a hard bargain.”
She reaches down and cups her hand over my pants. “Not yet, but I will.”
Whatever blood was thinking about traveling south rapidly redirects as Evan’s heaving behind us squashes any and all sexy thoughts.
Groaning, I pull myself away from Pippa as she grins. “Let’s get him sorted first.”
It takes us longer than I’d like to get Evan in bed, with a trash can by his side, painkillers and a bottle of water on his nightstand. Or maybe the thought of Pippa’spaymentmakes time move painfully slowly.
But eventually, we’re in her room, on the bed, naked and kissing everywhere. Pippa arches into me as my hands trail down her chest, her stomach, ghosting her thighs and making her squirm.
“I swear you’re trying to kill me,” she moans when my fingers graze the crease at the top of her legs.
“So impatient,” I tease, echoing words she’s said to me before.
“Please,” she begs. Lifting her hips, she chases my hand. “I’m ready. I want you.”
“You’re not ready,” I insist, grabbing her waist and rolling her onto her front. Moving to my knees, I pat her thigh. “On all fours, baby. Let me eat this ass until you’re a quivering mess.”
“Oh, god,” she pants, getting into position and gasping when I part her cheeks, blowing on that tight ring of muscle.
“There’s lube on the nightstand,” I tell her before running a finger through her pussy, using her arousal to rub her hole. “Although you’re that soaked, I doubt I’ll even need any.”
She stretches over at the same time I lower my face, taking my first taste of her in days. Lurching forward, she groans as I draw her hips back, probing her with my tongue. I should let herget the supplies, have them ready and waiting for me so I can sink inside her as soon as she’s prepared, but I’m far too greedy, far too addicted and consumed by her squirming for rational thoughts.
“Wyatt, I—” She’s cut off when I reach between her legs, my finger entering her tight cunt without warning, quickly joined by another as her back arches, pushing her ass farther up, and I drag my tongue from front to back.
I hum, the sound creating vibrations that drive her wild as I flutter my fingers deep inside her, while my thumb teases her asshole.
