Page 25 of The Hate Date
“Past tense?” He kisses my temple.
I’m confused. “Huh?”
“We’re not done, Clover. Let’s rest for a bit. Next go round, I want you to lick my balls and then suck my cock all the way down your throat. When I’m so hard I can’t take it anymore, you’re going to hold on to that handrail while I bend you over and fuck that greedy little pussy from behind. We’re going to watch all of it in the mirrors on the wall.” JJ’s voice is confident but quiet.
My entire core throbs in anticipation, but we lie contentedly entwined for a long while.
“You’re extremely commanding.” I look up at him while I trace the outline of his nipple with my nail. Owning a production studio is a cool gig and all, but he’s exudes a lot more power than is necessary for this type of operation.
He watches me closely. “I like to be clear with my intentions.”
“You do a good job. Now all I want to do is suck your cock.” I kiss his chin playfully. Snake my hand down his stomach and grip his shaft, which is already hardening.
He growls and thrusts his hardening dick into my fist. “Good, that’s all I want too.”
“Impressive. Seeing how you’re a few years older than me, I thought you’d need a bit more time to recover.” I pump him more vigorously.
“You’re a dangerous woman, Clover.” He grips my face with both hands and pushes me down toward his stiffening length. “I have a feeling I’d walk around with a permanent erection around you.”
I kiss each plane of his abs on my way down to the prize. Press his strong legs apart with my palms. “I have a feeling I’d like that view.”
Taking as much as I can in my mouth, I savor his masculine salty-sweet taste. His eyes are heavy with desire as he watches me lave and lick his balls and then suck him to the back of my throat. Just like he said I would.
“You’re unexpected, sweetness, and I don’t surprise easily.” He twists my hair around his wrist and forces me to look at him. “Now, keep up what you’re doing, you give world-class head.”
I do what I’m told.
And I love it.
Chapter ten
Joar
An Hour Later
Everything I thought I knew is fucked.
We’ve been stuck in this elevator for easily eight hours. That puts us at four, maybe five in the morning. Crew start arriving around seven, so we should be found soon. My private jet is scheduled to depart around ten, but I have enough wiggle room to bump my schedule a few hours if need be.
Why do I wish we could stay in this elevator forever?
Why didn’t I tell Clover the entire truth?
I know the reason. I’m not going to see her after we get out of here. It’s a damn shame, too.
If only circumstances were different.
Ms. Callahan is currently tucked under my arm dozing. I can’t blame her. I’ve fucked her in every position we could manage in this space. All three condoms used. We’ve explored every part of each other’s bodies.
In between we’ve talked, joked, told each other funny stories about our lives.
Kissed.
I went down on her again.
She gave me another blowjob.
We fucked some more.