Page 131 of Hot Mess
“Maybe he doesn’t want to be friends,” he said in a sexy-low voice as he stared at my mouth, “and he’s just gonna keep trying to change your mind.”
“That’s ridiculous. And sexist.” I giggled nervously, but made no move to get off his lap.
“This dress is ridiculous,” he said, the heat in his eyes practically melting it off my body. “I can practically taste your skin…”
I could practically taste him, too. His lips were so close to mine, and I could feel his breath on me. I could feelhim, everywhere. I felt incredibly naked in his lap.
Then he shifted his hips, kind of lifting me up, and dipped his head at the same time—and caught my nipple in his teeth. Right through the fabric of my dress and my stick-on bra cup. He bit down, lightly.
Ohmygod.
That was impeccable aim.
“Ummmm…” I shifted my hips as desire shot through my body. I wasn’t even sure what I was doing. Trying to make some feeble attempt to wriggle away… while actually seeking friction for my throbbing pussy?
Because oh yes, I was throbbing.
He didn’t let go.
My mouth dropped open.
He grabbed my hips, tugging me closer… and that’s when I felt the unmistakable ridge in his jeans. His very hard dick was jabbing me in the butt.
My body heat kicked up a few more degrees.
I wassweating.
And my greedy, drunken pussysowanted me to wiggle my way right on top of that hard dick and swallow it whole.
Right now, please!
My pussy was always extra greedy when I was drunk.
He released my nipple, finally, but the damage was done. That aggressive, forward move had sent all the exactly right signals to every part of my body. I was now horny, drunken putty in his capable hands.
His hands… One of which was sliding over my bare thigh… and right up under my slinky dress. His fingers brushed my clit through my panties… and I melted.
I realized what I probably should’ve said, right then.No thank you, you’re my client and we are just friends and this can’t happen right now.Or some version of that.
What I said instead was, “Auugh,” or some version of that—and buried my face in his neck.
“I wanna make you come,” he said in my ear.
“Oh my God…”
He smelled so good. My lips found his skin. All I wanted to do was lick him, taste him… Eat him.
So I did. I brushed my lips over his skin. I licked his throat. I nipped his skin and sucked on him… as his fingers drifted over my clit in a repetitive, increasingly insistent rhythm.
I wrapped my upper body around him like a leech.
“You taste good…” I groaned in his ear, before nibbling on his earlobe, then dragging my tongue back down his neck and kissing him again.
He nuzzled his face into my neck and kissed me, just under my ear. His fingers tightened on my hip. He was still holding me tight, locking me in his lap. I imagined I heard him groan in response to what my mouth was doing, but the music was too loud.
I definitely felt his hot breath on my neck, felt his chest rising and falling against me.
And his fingers between my legs.
