Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Just before arriving tonight, Dash and I had made a serious deal. We’d take a shot anytime Dash’s heart spilled out of his mouth in either love or apology. This round appeared to be orchestrated and quite possibly the final one that did me in for the night.
“Alexis gave me some hip shakin’ lessons.” I then backed away from Dash to bust out with my newly acquired skill, bouncing my ass to the slow song. “Come on, boo,” I yelled overly loud. “Dance with me.”
“Boo? Are you okay? Because you’re the one who needs to get us home,” Dash said, standing still, watching me. “I’m drunk.” He and I twinned in matching swim trunks, hanging low on our hips. No shirts or footwear. “Please don’t leave me, Beau. Stay with me. We’ll figure it out,” Dash said pleadingly, again referencing what his shitty parents had done.
“Stop. Okay? I’m good!” I shouted, not to be heard over the music, but to penetrate Dash’s thick skull. I sauntered back to him, slinging my arm around his hip, reaching lower to cup his ass with a playful squeeze. “I’m vibin’ with your friends. They’re a bunch of drunks, more than we are, but it’s fun. You agree?”
Dash’s palm swept upward against my chest. “I agree, you’re drunk.”
“You’re drunk,” I fired back then boldly leaned down to press my lips against his. The kiss didn’t linger. Without missing a beat, I flipped around, bouncing my ass against his semi-firm cock. Over my shoulder, I instructed him on what to do. “I’m twerkin’. Grab my hips and let me dance against you. It’s like a standin’ lap dance.” I dropped my head, leaned forward, and grabbed onto my knees, contracting the muscles in my stomach and lower body. In small, measured movements, I rubbed my butt enticingly against his swelling cock.
After a minute, the grip Dash had on my hips tightened with purpose. He thrust his hard cock against the material covering the crease of my ass. He held me with such force, I could barely move.
When he began to simulate fucking me, I was so there with him. After another minute, it took a bit of force to turn and face him, but this was something I needed to watch. He didn’t disappoint. My guy was so damned sexy. His hips continually thrust against my cock. I ran my palms all over his body, feeling and caressing every wonderful inch that made him who he was. My beautiful, gorgeous guy. All mine. So mine.
Dash’s strong arm locked around my waist, drawing me flush against his chest. Like a bull in a china shop, he swept us off the dance floor, only taking out about half the dancers as I stumbled where Dash led.
Internally, I knew where we were headed. Dash liked his cuddle time almost as much as he enjoyed a good public display of affection. Loungers lined the outside of the pool, meaning I’d be there shortly with Dash’s tongue stuck down my throat for everyone to see.
Had I been a little less intoxicated and far less absorbed in the way his palms caressed all over me, I may have realized that we slipped past a dark curtain.
“I need you moving inside me.” His sweet breath, a fruity zephyr, floated over my lips. As his chest bumped against mine, putting space between us, a single packet of lube was tucked into my palm. He closed my fingers over it. “I can’t get over what happened. I need you to let me know that we’re good.”
A solid surge of adrenaline caught me off guard. My heart tripped over itself as uncertainty had me looking around our surroundings. Dark shadows loomed, yet we weren’t exactly removed from the party. At any point, one of Dash’s friends could wander in and catch us in the act. My drunk brain stopped giving a shit while my wicked cock twitched, all eager to get things started. At the same time, Dash gave a masterful stroke over my swim trunks, running base to tip.
“Is this a good idea?” I murmured, a sober thought trying to edge its way closer.
“Shh,” Dash whispered. My chin tilted down at the same moment his lifted to swipe that sinful tongue across my lips. His signature move to demand entrance. Of course, I opened. He drove greedily inside, taking a deep dive into my mouth. The world around us ceased to exist.
All the over-the-top devotion I felt for Dash mixed with the decadent way we kissed. A dominance seeking clash of tongue and teeth. Our special brand of foreplay. Like always, I wanted to please Dash more than myself.
After several long moments, I reluctantly pulled away, surveying the small area. The only items other than us were boxes of glassware. Maybe a storage area. As soon as I locked on my target, a secure place to bend Dash over, I snapped into a more sober state or at least less intoxicated. Dash’s wet tongue and soft, supple lips laved my cheek and jaw, aiming to take my mouth again. We had no time for an extended make-out session. We had to focus. Both my palms cupped his cheeks, pushing him away until his gaze met mine. “It’ll embarrass you if we get caught.”