Her gaze locked with his as she pulled out his dick and spat on the satiny head of it, making his pulse spike.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, voice thick with hunger.
She didn’t hesitate, dropping before him. “It’s bigger than I expected.”
Her warm mouth took him in, and his hands grippedher hair, guiding her deeper. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat.
He pulled her back, watching her mouth move with a hungry, methodical rhythm.
“Hmm,” he grunted. “My dick looks good stretching your mouth.”
She hummed, intensifying the sensation, but her average mouth barely kept him on edge until his mind wandered to the face of his lunch date from the day before.
The blonde woman sat back, fluttering her false lashes. “I love how you take control of my mouth like it’s yours.”
His eyes snapped open, masking the flash of disappointment when he saw the wrong face.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he growled.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he guided his dick back in, thrusting down her throat, his thoughts muddled with the image of Shannon’s smile.
Warm, wet lips pulled him closer to the edge, the pressure mounting. His balls tightened, and his breath held as he fought to stay in the moment.
When a release washed over him, he grunted, spurting cum into her mouth, his thoughts a haze of Shannon’s raspy laughter and the memory of their kiss.
The woman held him in her mouth until he finished, then stood, turned to the sink and spat out the remnants, wiping him away with an air of casual dismissal.
This was just a meaningless mechanical act. Normally, Jamie would be fired up, eagerto fuck her until she forgot her name. But now, he just wanted to zip up and walk away.
What the hell was that about?
As he tucked himself back into his trousers, Blondie sidled over, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
She tweaked his nipples through the tight fabric of his shirt. “I want more, Jamie.”
He wasn’t that into her, though.
If this was going to work, he had to get his head in the game. He pressed his mouth to hers, his hands roaming to her breasts as she ground herself against his thigh.
Her arousal flared, the heat between her legs burning against him.
His dick hardened. Of course it did; he was a man, and she was a naked woman grinding on him.
She slid his trousers past his hips, and he gripped her waist, lifting her onto the counter. She nodded toward her sparkly clutch at their feet.
“In there. A condom.” She pointed.
Jamie dropped to grab it just as his phone rang.
“No way, Jamie. Don’t get that, please,” she whined, desperation in her voice.
The sound of Blondie’s needy whimper only made him harder. Jamie ripped the bag open, tore the condom with his teeth, and started to roll it on until his phone rang.
He stilled mid-motion, eyes flicking to the phone buzzing beside her bag.
One missed call from Shannon.
And a text lighting up the screen.
