Page 23 of Dirty Player
I was still coming down from my own high—my own orgasm and the power of giving him one he seemed to enjoy so much—when reality slammed down on me in the mere breath of a question.
“Fucking hell, how in the hell are you single with a mouth like that?”
I flinched and reached for my bathing suit, scrambling for it while on my knees.
“My fiancé thought it was more fun to fuck someone else, I guess.”
Chapter SIX
OLIVER
“What?” I reached for her as she stood, pulling her back to me.
She jerked out of my touch, and I took the moment to pull up my own shorts. Fuck, that was hot. The last thing I’d expected was for Shannon to drop to her knees and suck me off like she’d been starved for it.
I was still reeling from it. Still shaking and trying to catch my breath when the words slipped from my mouth.
“I didn’t mean it badly.” I scrubbed my hands down my face. I had to get control. “And any man who lets you go after that is a moron.”
The irony wasn’t lost on me.
She shot me a look over her shoulder that told me she thought the same.
“I’m sorry. Give me a minute. I think you might have sucked my brains out through my dick.”
She laughed, and I knew it was despite herself because she was still getting dressed like she couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.
Hell. I’d had blowjobs before. Lots of them. I wasn’t kidding when I told Shannon that women everywhere wanted to wrap their lips around an NFL player’s cock for the sole point of being able to brag about doing so.
I can’t exactly say I’d been particular before, but nothing compared to her excitement, her lust for it. The way she’d acted like shehadto have it inside of her.
My dick hardened all over again just thinking about the way she looked on her knees. Eyes wide and watery. Lips stretched and bright pink.
Damn it. I adjusted myself and put my thoughts in order.
“Can I start over and say that was fucking amazing? And ignore the part where it hurt your feelings?”
“That’d be fine.” She smoothed down her hair, running her fingers through it. It was useless. She looked well fucked and wild.
What she didn’t do was look at me in the mirror.
I wanted us back on track. Back to the talk of fantasies and filthy words she didn’t cringe from when I spoke.
“I should go,” she said, turning to avoid me.
I stepped in front of her, resisting the urge to shake her. If she thought I was letting her walk away from me now, she was out of her ever-loving mind.
Besides, I was strangely curious about this fiancé. Not that I’d ask.
“Come home with me. I want you in my bed.”
She made a sound of disbelief, arms crossed over her now-covered stomach like I hadn’t had my hands all over her body moments ago.
No woman had ever acted like she wanted to hide from me. It was quite the opposite, generally.
I liked this new game.
I couldn’t resist. Reaching out, I slid a finger along her cheek and smiled when she shivered from the slight touch.
