Page 99 of Bottle Shock
“How do you like it? I want to make sure this is good for you?”
I huff out a laugh. How could she think she’s doing anything wrong? That this isn’t the best blowjob I’ve ever experienced?
“Everything you’re doing is perfect. You’re perfect. I’m going to have to start reciting the alphabet backwards in my head or I’m going to come in less than a minute.”
Satisfied with my answer, she drags her tongue down my shaft, her hand gently rubbing my balls, before she takes my cock in her mouth—this time the tip hitting the back of her throat.
With her eyes on me, they turn shiny with tears as she goes deeper, eliciting a choking noise that has my eyes rolling back.
“Oh, fuck, baby, just like that. So fucking good.”
My praise must spark something within her, because her speed increases, lips slipping up and down my rock-hard length, moisture pouring from the corners of her mouth, eyes red and teary. She’s stunning, a fantasy come to life, my dream girl sucking my cock like she’s been craving it—like it’s all she wants, like it belongs to her.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her.
Her hand moves up and down my shaft as her mouth works over me, the blue stone of her ring catching on the sunlight as the ridges of the band scrape against my skin. The sounds are sloppy and frantic. The base of my spine contracts, heat spreading as my balls twitch, the most euphoric orgasm rolling over me, cum shooting out. It’s endless—longer than any release I’ve ever had. When it’s over, my body is spent and satisfied.
Scottie sits up, her eyes locked to mine as shewipes at the corners of her lips, sucking the remnants of my cum off the tips of her fingers.
The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You like the way I taste?” I ask, as I tuck myself back in.
She nods eagerly, crawling back over to straddle me. Her breath is still uneven, her cheeks flushed pink, lips kiss-bruised and swollen. I’m still trying to remember how to breathe, how to think, how to exist.
Her lips meet mine, hungry, frenzied. I can taste my release on her tongue, and fuck if it doesn’t have me starting to get hard again.
She pulls back, eyes meeting mine, dazzling. “That was fun.”
“You sucked the soul out of me.”
She looks proud of herself.
As she should be.
“I couldn’t help myself.” She places a soft peck to the corner of my lips. “My husband has such a magnificent cock.” She giggles, peppering kisses along my face. “And the sexiest eyes.” More kisses. “The best, most talented hands.” Her tongue licks at my jaw. “He’s really pretty perfect.” She kisses down the column of my neck.
My heart is a drum, beating fast and hard. I never—not in my wildest dreams—imagined this. Scottie praising me, complimenting me, making me feel like I’m actually cherished and cared for.
This feeling, this warmth blooming in my chest—it’s more than a crush, more than attraction and chemistry—everything about Scottie is more.
I’m in love with her.
Maybe it came on fast, but the build was decades in the making. Years of quietly standing back, tryingnotto want her, going to the furthest corners of the earth to make it go away.
None of it mattered.
Every road still led back to Scottie.
“What’s that look for?” she asks. “Still recovering from my mind-blowing blowjob?” She waggles her brows and I can’t help but laugh.
God, I’m so fucking in love with her.
“We should probably get back on the road,” she says, though she makes no move to leave my lap.
“Probably,” I agree, making no move either.
We stay like that for another beat. Maybe two. Maybe a lifetime.
