Page 127 of Handsome Devil
“You know. Physiological clues. Of the hot, wet, orgasmic variety. Clues he interprets as points in his favor. Just because I find him physically attractive and my body might respond to his touch doesn’t mean the kinds of things he might take it to mean. In other words, fucking him would give him way too much power. Not happening.”
“Hmm.” Katie looked unconvinced. Or maybe it was just the rum. But she was not getting onboard with me here like I needed her to.
Obviously, she wasn’t buying that I wasn’t going to touch him tonight.
“Okay, the truth is, I’m not going to fuck him,” I confessed, “but I am going to blow his mind. Right out his dick hole.”
“Oh.” Katie grinned. “Gross.”
“Do not ‘gross’ me. I bet your husband says the most filthy shit to you in bed.”
She pressed her lips together, telling me she had no more to say on the subject. Then she suggested, “Well, I don’t really want to be around for what you just described, so… maybe I’ll just, um, get out of your way here and… go check on things.”
“Sure.” There really were no “things” to check on, other than maybe smoking a joint with Shane and Lex in the infinity pool. But since Lex probably knew he’d have his balls sawed off if anyone went anywhere near her, I was pretty confident she couldn’t be in a safer place. “Just stay away from those coconut things,” I warned her. “You’ve had enough to drink.”
“Uh-huh. How’re you gonna blow his mind out his dick hole?” she asked me as I walked her to the door.
“Think about it.”
“Hmmm. I might.” She gave me a hug. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. And don’t call me Devi Davenport again.”
Katie grinned.
As we stepped out onto the patio, Lex mobilized from the stone wall where he was leaning, waiting. And hopefully not overhearing any of that. The walls in this place were pretty wide open.
“Keep her up until she sobers up,” I told him. “And make sure she gets to her hut without stubbing a toe. If anything happens to this woman, you die a slow, agonizing death.”
I wasn’t fucking kidding.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and smiled at me, flashing his killer teeth. He didn’t seem drunk, so he appeared to be taking this gig seriously. Probably Jude had put the fear of death in him already. “Have a nice night, cuz.”
“Right,” I said, watching them head down the stairs. “You, too.”
As I was walking back into the bedroom, I heard the water in the outdoor shower shut off. I hurried into the bathroom and shut myself inside. I stripped down and got in the shower, and took a long, long time in there. Rinsing off sand, and trying to both relax and somehow keep psyching myself up.
This was no big deal.
Really.
So I was planning to put my mouth on Dane’s dick.
I’d given a guy a blowjob before. Many times. I’d made a guy come. In my mouth.
Among other places.
There was nothing new about this.
There was nothing overwhelmingly kinky… or deliciously dirty… or irresistibly twisted about deciding to end this night with the cock of a man I hated in my mouth, and feeling incredibly aroused about the idea.
Fuck.
I was totally aroused.
That was half the reason I didn’t want to come back from the beach all night. I’d thought about it long and hard, I’d made my decision… and I’d gotten really, inconveniently excited about what was going to happen in that bedroom tonight.
When I finally forced myself out of the shower, I drank some water, feeling weirdly parched. I was so horny it was making me thirsty.
