Page 107 of The Shot You Missed
“I know you are,” he says, his breath hot against my core. “Your pussy is starting to flutter around my tongue.”
Then he spears me with it again, and my stomach hollows out. A humming fills my ears and my vision blurs as I gasp around his dick.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come. Are you sure you want to swallow it?”
I nod, taking him deeper as I do, and he curses. He eats my pussy with frantic urgency as his hips begin to buck. I relax my throat and do my best to take him as deep as I can. My stomach and inner thighs tighten, the heat and pressure of an orgasm building in me. Sebastian keeps eating me, filling me with his tongue, building that pressure more and more. And when he presses his thumb against my clit, I detonate.
Screaming around his dick, I gasp and gag. As the orgasm tears through me, he pulls my pussy down harder over his face. Tears leak from my eyes as his cock jumps and floods my mouth and throat with his release. I suck it down greedily. And when he’s spent, I lick up every spilled drop as he does the same for me.
“Come here,” he says roughly.
I let him help turn me around and position me the way he wants in his arms. I’m boneless and weak, but he has strength enough for the both of us.
“You taste so good.”
My skin buzzes where he kisses my forehead. “You too.”
“Fuck.”
I agree. I’ve never done anything like that. Never let myself even consider it because, until Sebastian, I never felt safe enough to. My cheeks tighten as a smile overtakes my face.
We lay silently intertwined with each other, the musky scent of sex hanging heavy in the air, our skin slick with sweat and sticking us together.
I’ve never been happier.
A phone buzzes on the nightstand again, but we both ignore it. A moment later, it buzzes again. And again.
“I think that’s yours,” Bash murmurs against my ear. “You should check it in case Lola needs something.”
Groaning, I reach for my phone. I know I should check it. The last thing I want is to leave Lola high and dry in a city where she doesn’t really know anyone. But god, I hate to break this perfect little bubble we’re currently floating in.
Sure enough, when I check my phone, I see a string of texts from Lola. “Let me see what she needs.”
As I read through her texts, starting with the first one she sent earlier this morning, my stomach hollows out. But this time, it’s not from pleasure.
“Indie? What’s wrong?”
7:46
Lola
Heads up—there are photos of you and Bash and his parents circulating online. None of them have named you, so it’s probably not a big deal, but I thought you should know.
8:13
More photos up. These are from after the loss the other night. Someone took some photos of us walking out to the car. He has his arm around you.
8:21
The photo of you two at the restaurant is getting attention. People are trying to figure out who you are. They know those are his parents, and it’s feeding curiosity.
8:34
Shit, babe. They know who you are.
8:37
OMG. I think it’s going viral. Indie, call me.
