“What if he leaves you and takes off with one of those whores he was fawning all over earlier?” Whitney argued.
She made a good point, because I was almost certain the little brunette was getting a ride on the Ace Newman train right about now, probably pushed up against a dirty stall wall, moaning as some random guy took a shit, forced to listen beside them.
“He won’t leave me, trust me,” Holly said with confidence.
Twenty-five minutes later, Ace finally came back. His face was flushed, and sweat beaded up on his forehead. It was obvious what he had just done, but just in case it wasn’t, he leaned into me as the girls chatted.
“I tore that little piece up,” he boasted. “She got personally introduced to the beast.” His eyes lingered towards the little brunette, who blew a kiss in his direction.
“Thanks for dinner, and for a great night, but we are heading out.” Whitney jabbed me in the ribs, interrupting his little boasting session. “Are you sure you aren’t coming with us?” she asked Holly in a stern motherly voice.
“I’ll be fine, I promise,” she beamed.
I hated leaving her with him now. Especially knowing he’d just banged some random chick in the men’s room. I could have told Whitney so she could keep her from making a big mistake, but man code wouldn’t allow it. Besides, Holly was a big girl. This wasn’t her first rodeo and she absolutely knew the pile of shit she was about to step in to. And she really, really looked like she wanted to step in to it.
“If you need us, call,” I said and scooted out of the booth.
Ace stood and pulled me into an awkward man hug. He whispered in my ear, “Next time, don’t bring along the boss, and we’ll have some real fun.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Calvin
Whitney whined about Holly all the way home, totally ignoring my advances. My mouth was on her neck, nibbling at her skin, my hand sliding farther and farther up her thigh as she groaned, “He’s going to break her heart.”
“Maybe, but she’s a big girl,” I said, continuing to work my fingers towards her silk panties. Her legs clenched together, her body stiffened, and it became apparent that fucking around in the back of the cab wasn’t on the menu.
“Look, Ace is a player, but you never know, maybe he’ll like Holly,” I stated as convincingly as possible.
“You really think so?” Her big green eyes looked so beautiful I could just dive right into them.
“Yes, it’s always a possibility,” I lied.
The cab pulled up in front of our apartment, and after quickly handing him enough cash to cover the fare and a tip, I slid out of the backseat and held out my hand for Whitney. Her perfume was driving me wild, and all I could think about was stripping her out of that dress and making love to her. My hands gripped her waist as I guided her inside. Up each step, my eyes lingered on her ass cheeks, so perfectly round and tight. I wanted to lean forward and take a bite. By the third flight, I couldn’t resist any longer, so I leaned forward and bit down gently, causing her to squeal.
She picked up her pace, her heels clicking on the bare steps as she raced to get away from my teeth. She giggled when I caught her at the door, my body pressing into her hard so she could feel my erection while I worked the key into the lock. Once the door was open, she ran again, laughing as she headed towards the bedroom. I took my time, knowing she was finally in the mood and wanting to tease her a bit before catching her.
“You know you can’t hide from me,” I called down the hallway. Giggles echoed through the apartment in return.
I opened the fridge and took out a beer, twisted the cap and then sipped the cold liquid while I let her squirm a bit longer. Arms wrapped around me and quickly moved south to the hardened rock in my pants. Her fingers worked my button and then my zipper as I finished my drink. Before I took my last sip, my cock was in her hand, and she was stroking it gently as she let out another one of her involuntary soft sighs.
Her lips were still perfectly painted, full and sensual as they puckered towards mine for a kiss. My tongue wasted no time coaxing apart those pink lips and finding its way inside her sweet mouth. She tasted like the strawberry drinks she had ordered and smelled of vanilla.
This is what I call dessert.
Her lips pulled away from mine, and her body lowered until her mouth met the tip of my cock. She squeezed my balls gently in her palm, rolling them as she licked up my length.
Sweet Jesus, I could come in her mouth right now!
Those beautiful green eyes looked up at me as her lips stretched around my shaft. There was an innocence in them that drove me wild, and the deeper she took me into her mouth, I could see them begin to water. My hand gripped her hair, guiding her up and down on my cock. Her mouth was wet, warm, and offered a variety of sensations, from hard suction to gentle flicks of her tongue.
I used my go-tos when I got too close — baseball, Aunt Edna and even tried to remember the taste of dill pickles — but it was useless. I needed to stop her before it was too late. I wanted to save my cum for her pussy, the tight, delicious place where my cock loved to play. I pulled on her hair, pulling her away from my cock. She refused to go.
Instead, she wrapped her hand around my thigh, squeezed my balls tightly in her other hand and took me back into her mouth. She was latched on tight, sucking hard and fast as my legs began to tremble, and my eyes rolled back in my head. A loud grunt exploded from my lips and echoed off the kitchen walls as I came into her mouth, down her throat. I quickly pulled myself together enough to look down at the image of her licking me from her lips.
Deliciously beautiful.
I kicked my shoes off and my pants from my ankles. I reached down, lifting Whitney to her feet and then scooped her into my arms to carry her to the bedroom. I kissed her hard, my tongue tasting the mixture of her fruity drink and me. I tossed her gently onto the bed and stood back to take in her beauty.
I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor behind me as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to her ankle. My tongue worked up her leg to her knee before tracing a path up her thigh. I kissed her skin softly, teasing, then pushed her dress over her hips so my tongue could continue its journey along her body. I teased her with long soft laps that glided to her inner thigh and stopped at the start of her panties. The sweet smell of her pussy so close to my mouth made it water.
“Take them off,” I ordered.