The moment I speak the word, our mouths are connected. Hot, wet tongues, tangled kisses.
My wine glass is outstretched in my hand and he takes it from me. Then he leans me back, pressing our bodies together as we kiss. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or not, but I want him. He runs his hand up my body from my hip to my breast and massages it through the fabric of my clothing. His touch sends shivers through me. I want more. Spreading my legs, I wrap them around him. His erection is hard, and he grinds it into me, saying, “God, I want to feel you.”
Kissing him back, I want to feel him as well. Then a wave of dizziness takes over. I must have had too much wine. However, my vision blurs beyond the normal and as I go to move my arms, I can’t. I’m immobile beneath him. He looks down at me like he’s watching what is happening and says, “Yes, that’s it. Let it take you over, baby. I’m going to have fun with you tonight.”
My skin crawls at his words and I want to scream. But that is gone too; I can’t. My voice doesn’t work. Long blinks take over and then a very scary darkness…
This has been one of the craziest weeks of my life. First finding out that Bain’s sister was murdered, then the media got wind of that, and the fact that we were dating, put my face on TV. Now I’m on the way to meet his mom, while she’s in rehab of all places. It’s been a triple whammy, that’s for sure. Thankfully, Bain agreed that we both needed some time away, so we’re going to stay in Virginia for a few days after we see Renee. My eyes feel heavy on the drive and I let myself drift.
“We’re almost there, sleepyhead,” he whispers, rubbing my cheek with his thumb and forefinger.
I moan a little in protest. I swear I only closed my eyes for a minute, but it had to have been a lot longer. “I can keep driving if you’d rather.”
I shake my head and reach down to adjust my seat, letting it put me back into a seated position.
Glancing around us, I pull my bearings together, trying to figure out just where we are. Nothing looks familiar. The roads are skinny and lined with low trees. “Did you sleep well?” he asks me.
“I barely slept,” I protest.
“A, check the clock, babe. We left at seven this morning.” He started calling me “babe” last night and I like it. No one has ever called me that before. Nate always called me “A.” And other than those two, I’ve never let anyone into my heart. “Holy hell, I did sleep for a long time. Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You needed the rest.”
“That’s such bullshit. I could see an hour, but Jesus Christ, Bain, it’s been five.”
He chuckles at my fit, cocking one eyebrow at me and says, “Are you done?”
“I guess.”
“Good. So my dad’s grabbing us lunch for our visit. Do you need anything before we get there?”
I shake my head, suddenly uneasy that I’m about to meet his mother. I mean, what if she hates me? Or says that I’m no good for his image or his career.
“Don’t worry, she’s gonna love you.” I look over at him, wondering how he knew what I was thinking. “When you get nervous, you start to pick at the ends of your hair. I know you’re not looking for anything in there, so it’s just nerves. Don’t worry, babe, we all have them. Before a game I get all clammy ’til I’m in my zone.”
“Thank you for saying that.”
“Of course. Now come over and give me those lips, I’ve been staring at them for hours.”
“How about I give them to you here?” I ask, sliding my hand inside of his shorts.
“Not before you meet my mom.”
“I have gum,” I offer, pulling his slacked cock out of the soft fabric of his shorts. He hardens in my hold, arching his hips towards my mouth. Without another word, I take full control of him, twirling my tongue over the head and then licking his shaft before going down on him. He moans the moment my lips seal fully around his head and take him deep.
I feel the car turn onto what seems like a dirt road, then stop. He weaves his fingers into my hair and I want to make sure that we haven’t arrived. “Don’t stop; I only pulled over, baby.”
I whimper, sucking him. He holds my hair in a messy mound on the top of my head. He tastes delicious. So perfect and sweet, and smells like Bain. I let go of him with my hand and brace my weight above him to ensure that I have a good angle as I suck him like a maniac.
“Yes, babe. Make me come in your—” His sentence is cut off by his explosion and obscene cursing mixed with his animalistic grunts. Delicious cum drenches my throat. Immediately, I swallow it all down and suck him slowly, cleaning him ’til his cock is empty. Finally, on my way up, with my lips fiercely gripping him, I pull away and make a popping sound. I smile in satisfaction, staring into his light eyes as he holds my hair.
“That’s where you had me, the first time I met you with those fucking lips.”