Page 53 of Plot Twist
Sophie had seen a few dicks in her time, but this was...a cock. Hard and thick, and bouncing from the attention. She brought a hand to her lips to cover her gasp of delight.
“Show-off,” she said.
“Once a performer, always a performer.” He made a cutesy shrug.
She removed her hand from her mouth and finally locked eyes with him. They both shared an easy smile. Dash’s chest rose and fell as he stared back. She sensed they were both ready, so she cleared her throat.
“Lie down, please.” She gestured toward the bed.
He turned to do just that, and her eyes went wide at the sight of his bare ass; two firm and round apples perfectly placed on top of his legs. Sweet sassy-assy, what was she supposed to do, ignore the ripe fruit? If she was Eve, she’d be making pies already.
Dash lay across the bed, and Sophie stood at the edge. “Close your eyes and try to relax.” And so he did. She took a moment to admire the whole of him—his set and square jaw, firm chest, subtle abs, the coarse hairs under his belly button, the indents at his hip bones, the beautiful tats that swirled across his arms, on his lower stomach and upper thighs. For the time being, he was her someone, and she wasn’t going to waste a moment.
She turned to the bedside table, saw the oil he’d bought in Ojai, and grabbed the bottle. She warmed the oil between her hands and brought them to Dash’s nose. He took a deep inhale. “That’s a lemon oil we like to use here at the spa. It should awaken your senses.”
“I definitely feel awake.”
She bit her lip at just how awake certain parts of him were. She started by rubbing smooth firm circles across his chest, then worked her way to his nipples, where he peaked under her touch.
Then she slowly slid her slick hands down and stopped at the tattoo below his belly button—the wordsYou Chosein a cursive font. She traced each letter with the tip of her finger, and he tensed against her touch.
“You chose?”she asked.
He lifted his head and looked down at himself. “Something I got to remember that I’m in charge of my own destiny. I chose to change, but I can choose to drink again, too. I work every day to make the right choice.”
She traced the words once more, which were now infused with new meaning. She dragged her fingers through the coarse hairs just above his hardness, and his body twitched beneath her.
“Firmer,” he commanded.
He wanted firm? Oh, she’d show him firm. She reapplied oil and took him at the base and brought her grip all the way up the thick length of him. A moan escaped his lips as she slowly brought her hand down, then back up once more.
He stiffened, and the vein at the underside of him throbbed along her hand. As she slicked down, then back up, she began to pulse with longing, too. What would it be like to have him at her entrance, waiting to plunge in?
“How’s the pressure?” she asked.
“Better.”
Not satisfied with that answer, she cupped his balls with her free hand and gave them a gentle tug. He hissed.
“Much better.”
She smirked.
“Good.” She twisted her grip as she reached the top of him and elicited another low moan. She had to know what he tasted like.
So she bent down and put the tip of him into her mouth. He was both salty and sweet, and her mouth tightened as she flicked the sensitive seam of him with her tongue.
“I’m going to...” he started, but then his whole body tensed beneath her. She lifted her mouth and began to pump her hand steadily around him.
“Release that pressure,” she encouraged him.
She watched how his whole body twitched from her touch. His eyes opened, and his gaze locked onto her as he began to spasm against her hand. She aimed him to the side of the bed, and he came in hot, quick bursts. His moans were deep and ragged, and his body was still slick with oil and a new sheen of sweat. When his cock finally stopped pulsing against her, she gave him one last longing tug.
Eventually his gaze came back, and she was surprised when he sat up and wrapped a hand behind her neck to draw her in for a kiss. He was so sweet and gentle at her mouth, like an unspoken thank-you. Her hands found the sides of his face, and they continued to kiss, slow and firm.
When he pulled away, something vulnerable was in his expression. “You okay?” he asked.
She couldn’t help the smile that broke across her face. Could this man be any sweeter? “More than okay. Are you?”
