Chapter Sixteen
Jacket
I emit various raw, animal sounds as Bella licks her way around my dick. She’s definitely a woman that relishes sucking a man, which I love. She laps at the underside and circles around the head before sliding all the way down the length until it hits the back of her throat.
She holds me there, forcing me to groan out harder as she flexes her windpipe around my tip and almost has me exploding into her right there and then.
“Jeez-us,” I growl out, extending the word as my hands wrap the back of her head, threading into her silken hair.
I don’t have to hold her head down on my length, her throat tightens and I feel her swallow her gag reflex which makes me almost blow my load again.
I release her head. I don't wanna come already. She slides up the length of me, trailing her tongue firmly along the underside, sending shivers to my balls. Then she licks her way around my root and back to the boys where she loops one into her mouth and rolls the inner sac around on her tongue. Like she’s sucking on a pebble, taking me right to the fucking edge. Right as I’m gripping her head to stop myself losing it, she releases the nut and with a flick of her tongue, fishes up the other one and rolls that around like mouthwash.
I knock the back of my skull hard against the metal shelving. She’s about to drive me insane and I need to be buried inside her more than I need to live because I can’t hold back another second.
I reach for her, not wanting to drag her up by the hair as she resists my tug. She clamps her hands around my root and her hot wet mouth glides down me with just the right amount of pressure.
“Baby, wait,” I grit, trying to hold back but she won’t listen.
With a few clever thrusts of her mouth, the strength gushes out of my thighs, then my swollen balls pull back up and explode.
She swallows every last drop of me down like a good girl then glides up my shaft slowly, taking any excess along with her tongue. She comes up as I lift her, licking her lips with a satisfied cat smile.
“Jesus Baby, I wanted to come inside you,” I grunt, my legs are still quaking and I tug her into my hold.
She lies there against my chest and I wish we were lying in bed instead of locked in a gloomy broom closet.
“We’ve got time for that later when you can throw me around more easily. There’s not even space for me to spread my legs in here.”
“Smutty mouth,” I say. “I like it.”
“I couldn't wait to reciprocate the other night any longer. You had a taste of me and I was missing out.”
“You’re incredible,” I tell her and stroke along a tress of hair.
She goes to move but I tighten my grip to keep her there, nustled into my chest with my arms encasing her. I could stay like this all night.
“He shouldn't be here and you know it,” A sharp voice I instantly recognize as belonging to Lyndsey, Bella’s mother is inches away. But on the other side of the door, thank fuck.
“...so happy to have someone. Please just let it go.”
Bella freezes then pushes back off me to search my face.
“That’s Scherri and mom,” she mouths.
I lift a finger to her mouth, keeping her quiet. We don't want to be discovered in here although maybe it would be better because I’m concerned about what Lyndsey knows.
“I don’t think it’s right,” she snarls.
I can picture her face curled up in bitterness and I’m certain this is about me.
“They’re talking about me,” Bella hisses.
I shake my head no. I’m glad she didn’t hear the first word Scherri said but I’m sure it was a ‘he’ not a ‘she’. Scherri only wants me here for Stick, not for Bella.
“They’ve gone.” I breathe again.
“What was that about?”
“Nothing. I’ll tell you later.”
I mean I’m going to tell her what I have planned. But then it dawns on me that I should tell her the other stuff too. She deserves to know everything. But what if it turns her off me. And why am I worrying about that when she’ll be going back to regular life in two days. A life without a fiance. Or me.
A loud noise pings around my thighs, surprising me.
Bella laughs at my confusion. The way I’m looking all around like I’m expecting to see a wild animal down there. Yeah, there’s only one of those and it’s at bay temporarily. But the pinging sound occurs again, reverberating on my thigh.
“I thought you said you didn't have a phone,” she says, still smiling ironically at me, like I’m an incorrigible scoundrel.
“Huh?’ Oh right, it’s the phone in my pants pocket making a weird noise.
“First time we ever met – you told me you don’t have a phone,” Bella says, getting that detective voice all women rock. “Was that your excuse to not get my number?”
“Course not,” I say.
“It’s no use pretending you don't – there it goes again – someone wants you bad.”
“You I hope.” I reach into my pocket for the thing.
She looks at me, not caving in to the distraction. Her eyes are twinkling at me. I doubt she could ever get pissed at me although that’s got to be a fantasy dream, right?
“I didn't have one then” I say. That’s true.“I got this right after though. So I wouldn't miss getting a girl like you’s number ever again.”
She gives me the ‘I don't fall for BS face as she hikes up her clothes and settles her incredible tits back into their white lace cups. My cock starts to twitch, ready again to claim her. Nothing will be enough until I’m drilled all the way inside her tight pussy. Feeling her tunnel walls tug around me as she claws across my back and gasps out my name.
“Serious. I can show you the contract – I get billed every 4th of the month. We met the 2nd
“You remember?
“Yeah actually, I remember it well.”
“You liar,” she shakes her head like no way she’s fallen but I can tell she’s pleased.
She tugs the door back and we exit quickly.
Once we’re standing back at the bar, Bella looks around on her family all together for this shindig. I’m still fiddling with the phone, trying to get a plan together. I’m not used to this texting shit and that’s enough of a challenge in itself. She’s eyeing me and I get the idea she thinks I’m dealing with other women.
Suddenly Bella yanks my arm and hauls me to a space by the window at the end of the bar.
“Dance with me,” she commands me.
I’m about to say I don’t dance but her eyes are filled with intent and I follow her line of sight to where her father is heading straight for us. Or me.
No one else is dancing but there’s a smoochy tune coming over the speakers. I’ll do anything to get her in my arms, pressed into my body. I pull her into me and her fantastic curves line the hard ridges climbing my torso. I haven't danced with a woman like this – I don't even know – maybe not since I took a girl to the fucking prom over a decade ago. And I don’t recall it feeling this damn good.
Bella fits into my body like she fits into my mind.
And soul.
No not that, I can’t think like that. This is a role, it’s not for real.
“Thanks for rescuing me,” I whisper into her hair, inhaling the fresh floral scent. Everything about her is so soft and feminine but she’s also a little firecracker.
“I didn't think you should be subjected to the ‘what are your intentions’ drill.” she says, looking up at me.
There’s a look in her eyes.
Shit.
“I don’t think your old man would have appreciated how filthy they are when it comes to you,” I quip, heading off that doe-eyed gaze.
Shit, was this a mistake?
My dick, unraveling in my tight pants doesn't appear to think so. And the rest of my body finds this entire thing pretty damn sweet. Only my crazy head gets in the way of just enjoying the moment. Is that what we’re doing? I thought we were, but the way Bella was looking at me.
The way all the family are looking at us, now I take a glance around the sidelines. In the absence of the real bride and groom, who have already left for an early night, they’re using us as stand ins for their happy-ever-after needs.
Bella settles herself into my arms. Making herself more comfortable with a sigh of pleasure breathing into my chest through the cotton shirt. Without my permission, my hand reaches to cup her head with actual tenderness, my other arm scoops around her waist, drawing her in even closer if that’s remotely possible.
Holy crap, what the fuck am I doing?