Eye Candy

“What does she even see in him? He’s a pompous dick.” That Bancroft talks this way about his cousin speaks to his absolute disdain. Bancroft doesn’t often have nasty things to say about people without some serious provocation.

“Well I’m pretty certain his dick is not part of the allure, so I’m at as much of a loss as you are.”

Bancroft rests his hip against the counter. “Wait a second. What do you know about Armstrong’s dick?”

I peel off my rubber gloves with a shrug. “Amie said he’s average in the penis department.”

“You’ve talked about my cousin’s dick?” Bancroft makes a face as if he’s eaten something offensive.

“Just in the general sense of size.” Prior to dating Armstrong, Amie and I used to share sex stories. I have the disconcerting feeling that he’s not only average in size, he might also be very average in ability, based on the lack of details she provides these days. I’ve tried to temper my sharing so as not to appear as though I’m gloating.

Bancroft crosses his thick arms over his defined chest. It’s been hours of glances and soft touches. Now that our friends are gone we’re gearing up for playtime. I was extraordinarily careful while I ate dinner so as not to ruin my lipstick. It’s deep purple-pink and sparkly. I think it will look quite hot in smeared marks across Bancroft’s cock. It’s a weird fascination I have. I really like to wear lipstick before I blow him. One of these days I’m going to get the glow-in-the-dark stuff and give him a ghost BJ.

“Have you talked to Amie about my cock?”

“Not in great detail, but she’s aware that you’re well above average.” I assess the look on his face. I can tell he’s trying not to smirk at the compliment. Bane knows he’s well-endowed. His cock is like the rest of him, big and beautiful. I pull the plug from the drain and toss the dishcloth on the counter.

Before I can turn around again Bancroft starts fiddling with my wings as if he’s trying to fold them out of his way. “How do these come off?”

“They’re attached with snaps.”

“Well, they need to go. They’re obstructing my ability to rub my huge, hard cock against your ass,” he complains.

I laugh and turn in his arms. “Wow. You do such a great job embellishing phrases such as ‘above average.’”

“I was just helping with your descriptive word choices, ‘above average’ sounds boring.”

“What exactly is your plan once you get the wings off?”

“Well, since I just spent the last four hours listening to my cousin tell me how awesome he is, I feel like me and my dick deserve to rub against something nice and warm.”

I run my hands up his chest. “As nice and warm as the inside of my mouth?”

Bancroft’s gaze drops to my glittery lips. “That would be an excellent place to start.”

“I think so, too.” I slip his belt free from the clasp. Bancroft braces his hands on the counter, eyes on my fingers, as I pop the button. The head of his erection strains against the elastic waist of his boxer briefs, which barely contain him.

I pull the band back and peek inside. I bite my lip—gently so as not to mess with my glitter lips—and glance up at him, skimming the slit with my finger. A bead of wetness pools there. I lift my finger and bring it to my mouth, carefully sucking the tip. Bancroft groans when I slip it back out, a deep purple-pink ring and some glitter now decorating it.

“For fuck’s sake, Ruby.”

I slip my hand under his tie, fisting it to pull him down to meet my mouth. I bite his bottom lip, dragging my tongue across the smooth skin. At the same time I reach into his underwear and wrap my hands around his hot, hard cock.

Until Bancroft, I hadn’t really been a huge fan of the blowjob. I mean, sure, if I was in a relationship I’d bite the BJ bullet because to get oral you have to give it. But Bancroft turns it into quite the event. And the lipstick thing adds a strangely erotic twist. Also, he loves them. And watching his face when I’m on my knees, or in a variety of other positions, is enough to keep me coming back for potential lockjaw.

As I pull back he wipes at my bottom lip, purple-pink and glitter staining his fingertip. “Should we get this off first?”

I shake my head.

He rubs his fingers together. “Isn’t it going to stain? It seems to be on pretty good.”

I drop to my knees. “That’s what makeup remover is for.”

We’re right in front of the sink. My knees hit the padded mat he put there so he can hump me from behind when I’m doing dishes. It’s supposed to be good for your back. The mat, not the humping.

I shimmy his pants and boxers over his hips until his erection juts out. Bancroft wraps his fist around it and strokes a couple of times. I run my hands up under his shirt, sighing as my fingers pass over the hard ridges. I wait until he angles his erection down before I press a tiny kiss to the tip, leaving glitter behind.

“Fuck, babe. You’re killing me here.”

I grin, because of course this is ultimately my plan; to give him a killer blow job that he will repay in kind with some amazing oral of his own. And then he’ll get inside me and fuck as many orgasms out of me as he can. He often treats sex like a rugby match—the more I come the better his mental running score.

I kiss all the way along his shaft, leaving lip prints. He’s quick to unbutton his cufflinks and loosen his tie enough to get it over his head. The top button of his shirt pings on the hardwood in his zeal, but then he’s yanking his shirt over his head and the thin white tee underneath follows, revealing his glorious chest.

God, his body is magic. His abs ripple and flex as I take him in my mouth.

“Motherfucker.” He shoves his hands in my hair. Bane is very good at controlling his dirty mouth unless we’re having sex. “You always look so good with my cock in your mouth. Even with this fucked-up makeup on.”

I try to smile, but my mouth is pretty full.

Bancroft’s expression grows serious as I stop playing around and start sucking in earnest. His hands stay in my hair, guiding, stroking my cheek, telling me how much he loves my pretty, sexy mouth.

He eases me off after he comes, his blissed-out expression quickly morphing as his eyebrow rises. He sweeps his finger under my bottom lip, and then does it again, his mouth turning down at the corner. He nabs a paper towel and wets it under the tap. “Jesus. It looks like you blew a unicorn.”

I motion to his cock, then use the counter to pull myself up. “So does that mean it looks like you fucked a unicorn?”

“I feel like I need to retract the whole unicorn statement, because I really don’t want that image in my head before we have sex.” He wipes at my mouth, gently at first, then more vigorously. “This isn’t coming off.”

“I just need makeup remover. We can worry about it later.” I grab his tie and try to get him to kiss me, but he turns his head.

“Oh, fuck no. You look hot and that blow job was incredible, but that lipstick has got to go before anything else happens.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re really ruining the spontaneity of this, you know.”