Page 94 of Love & Other Drunken Mistakes
I inhale sharply at the implication and immediately roll onto my stomach. Then Euan’s hands are on my hips, guiding my ass to the edge of the bed. He caresses his hands slowly over me, squeezing my cheeks, massaging them, and then spreading me open. Hot breath brushes my hole and it twitches in response. Then his tongue is on me—inme—devouring me like a starved man presented with his favorite treat.
Fingers join his tongue, and I’m lost. The sounds spilling from my mouth are barely human. If there’s any words in there, I forget them the second they’re spoken.
Suddenly, it all disappears, leaving me empty and aching. I whine in protest and gather enough strength to glare over my shoulder at Euan. Just in time to watch him roll a condom down his length.
“Wait.” I barely recognize my own rasping voice. “I wanna …” I don’t know how to explain it. “Face.” I try to push myself up, roll back onto my back, but my trembling arms can’t hold my weight. I fall back onto the bed with a displeased grunt.
Euan is having no such issues getting his body to listen to him. An amused smirk touches his lips as he easily flips me over. “You want to see my face?”
“Mm. Kiss.”
He gives me a chaste, close-lipped kiss at first. It’s not enough. I try to deepen the kiss, licking along the seam, but his lips remained sealed. I think he’s hesitating because of where his mouth has just been, but it’s all me anyway, and I want to taste myself on his tongue. Eventually, he gives in to my insistence, parting his lips for me, brushing our tongues together. Honestly, it just tastes like him.
This time, when he pulls away, I don’t complain because I can already feel him nudging against my entrance. I try to look down, but all I see is my own cock leaking precum against my stomach. After all of Euan’s hard work to clean me up, I’m already a mess again.
Then he slides inside, and I gasp as he fills me up.
“Look at how easily you’re taking me,” he murmurs, fully stuffing his cock into my tight hole. “Did you miss having me inside you?”
“Yes!” I paw at him desperately, trying to pull him back down for another kiss.
“Greedy little thing,” he says, mouth close enough to feel the words. “You want both my tongue and cock inside you?” Then the bastard pulls his cock most of the way out, denying me both.
“No,” I complain, trying to shift my hips to follow. “Give.”
“Ask nicely.”
Is that all he wants?“Please, please. Euan. Please give it to me.”
He kisses me at the same time that he slams back into me, sending pleasure wracking through my whole body. His tongue and cock thrust into me at the same dizzying pace, but occasionally he pauses, denying me both. It takes longer and longer for my foggy brain to remember what he wants. To form the words. Each plea gets shorter until it’s only a single ‘please’ before he starts again.
When I can’t do anything more than helplessly moan, he finally wraps his handaround my dripping, throbbing erection. It only takes a few strokes before I’m coming, squeezing down on his hard cock.
Euan grunts and pushes so deep inside me, it feels like he’ll never really leave me. I cling onto his back, nails digging into his skin, holding him there all the way through his release. Once it’s over, he collapses on top of me, blanketing me with his weight.
I hum in approval and squeeze him tighter. Refusing to let him go even when it gets a little hard to breathe.
He moves first, rolling off me.
“No,” I protest, reaching for him, but my limp arm flops back onto the bed.
He chuckles. “I’m just making us more comfortable.” Then he helps shift me until I’m lying fully on the bed, pillows under my head.
It’s nice, but not quite what I want, so I roll over and use his chest as a pillow instead.
“Go to sleep,” he whispers, gently brushing his fingers through my hair.
“You’ll still be here when I wake up?” I rasp.
He’s quiet for a moment before promising, “Yeah, I’ll still be here.”
A few hours later, we’re still lying in bed, but I’m more awake this time. We’ve eaten the pastries Euan bought and drank what was left of the watered-down iced coffee. It’s past check-out time, so Euan paid for another night. I feel a little guilty about that, but not guilty enough to move. I’m just too comfortable where I am.
“I’ve never had a long-distance relationship,” I confess. “I don’t really know what to do in one.”
Euan’s chest gently rises and falls under my head with each breath. “We do what we’ve been doing this past week. Text messages. Video calls. Plan visits around each other’s schedules.”
I hum in thought, then say, “I get Fridays off in the summer. We could do some long weekends. Oh, and I get Christmas week off.”
