Booty Call(28)

And the fact that I don’t know—and, Lord help me, I may never know—turns me on like nothing else.

I kiss my way down his shaft, pausing at the head to lick the pearly drop of pre-come there. I’m quite sure other men don’t taste as good as him.

Sad to be other girls, then.

Awesome to be me.

“You taste yummy,” I whisper, and he groans helplessly. I grin. The power of a blow job. And Tumblr promises me that if I trail kisses down the bottom of his cock, all the way to his balls…

My face heats up as I remember the rabbit hole I went down when I looked up why people shave their balls.

I keep going anyway. When I reach his sac, he rocks his hips. Oh good, he wants my lips there. But a dark thought crosses my mind. I don’t want to ask him, of course. Jealousy has no place in the boyfriend blow job. It’s a sex act of assuredness, one filled with the dirty deeds protected by the trust between two people who love each other.

But if that British skank sucked on Scott’s balls…

Okay, being dirty maybe makes me petty.

Maybe.

Definitely.

I brush my lips over the tender skin in front of me and he shudders. Feigning an indifference I definitely don’t feel, I ask, “Do you like having your balls sucked?”

He freezes. “Would you?”

“Answer the question.”

“I’ve only imagined it, but yeah…fuck, yes.”

“Nobody…?”

He groans and rocks his junk closer to my mouth.

Good enough for me.

In comparison to his thick erection, his nuts are smallish. I think. Maybe it’s just by virtue of scale, like a walnut next to…Jesus, I don’t even know what foodstuff to compare Scott’s cock to. Zucchini sounds rude.

“Ali, suck on me.” He’s begging. Oh, I like that. Enough thinking. I soften my lips and open wide, sliding one ball into my mouth with my tongue.

He immediately makes his grunting, gonna-come noise, and his hand closes around his erection.

A tingly satisfaction ripples through me and I suck a little harder—just a little—to see if he likes that, too. He does. Thank you, Tumblr porn. Softly, I release him, and suck the other side into my mouth. Again, I work up to sucking hard, and again, he sounds close to coming.

And I haven’t even worked on the relaxed-throat, how-deep-can-I-go game.

His hand is working pretty hard right now, but I want his come in my mouth. I want to suck him over the cliff and into oblivion. I shift a little higher, letting my boobs brush the insides of his thighs, then his wet balls. He shivers as my mouth finds the flared head of his cock, slick and coated with his pre-come.

About to be a hell of a lot slicker.

As his fist jerks down again, I swallow the top half of his cock. When he lets go, I replace his hand with mine.

His fingers tangle in my hair, and I let him set the pace. If he wants to fuck my face a little, he can. He’s earned it. My circled fingers bump against my lips as I pump him up and down, catching a bit of spit each time until he’s coated and it’s all slick and smooth as he uses my mouth, faster and harder.

He growls my name. “Fuck, yeah, swallow my load. Oh, babe, your mouth…”

The first hot spurt takes me by surprise but I swallow the rest like a porn star, then clean him up with soft, gentle laps of my tongue. I kneel between his legs and grin at him, proud as a peacock. “Yeah?”

“Your turn,” he growls, flipping me onto my back.

He spreads me open and dives right in, his tongue the first touch between my folds. No fingers, not foreplay to the foreplay. He’s like a dying man at a pool of water, and who am I to deny him his fill?

I hitch my knees higher and prop myself up on my elbows.

It takes my breath away, this view of this giant man between my legs, his dark head bobbing as he sucks and licks and flicks me into bliss. “I want you to shave me again,” I whisper as he teases the short curls there with his tongue.

“Anytime.”

“Scott?”

He looks up. His face is wet. Oh God. This is so the wrong time.

“I love you.” Three little words. The power to move mountains. I swear my world gets brighter, bigger as I say them, and then he’s on top of me, sliding into me.

“I love you, Ali. Fuck, that’s been a hard secret to keep.”

“I’m sorry.”

He groans as he thrusts into me. It really is better like this. There’s a skin-on-skin drag that’s raw and right. “Nothing to be sorry for. If it wasn’t big and scary, it wouldn’t be real.”

“It is real, right?”

“Terrifyingly so.” He kisses me, tracing the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue. He tastes like me and I probably still taste like him. I shiver. “You’re the one for me, Ali. This is as real as it gets, and I’m never letting you go.”

I wrap my legs around him and rock my hips, bringing him deeper inside my belly. There’s a bright, aching stretch inside as his cock nudges my cervix, as he finds space inside my body. “Sometimes you’re gonna have to hold on tight.”

“Like glue.”

“I’m going to want to run away in a few months.”

“Babe…” he kisses along my jaw and nips at my earlobe. “I can’t wait to run away with you.”

My heart might just explode. “What?”

He laces his fingers through mine and tugs my arms over my head, pinning me down. “I’m a bird on a wire, Ali. I’m ready to fly wherever you want to go.”

Holding my gaze, he moves inside me, slow at first. Thick, drunk surges filled with love and promise. He ducks his head and finds my breasts, and I cry out as he pulls a nipple into his mouth. A tremor starts inside me, a slow, wobbling pleasure bubble that grows and flexes and shimmers in the heat he’s stoking between us. I arch my back as he grazes my flesh with his teeth and his cock pushes ruthlessly through my slick folds.

“Come with me,” I plea. I can feel myself squeezing him, begging him for his come inside me. He shifts his hands, pinning me down with one. The other finds my leg and presses me up and open, so he can slam into me harder. Faster. Deeper.

“Always.” He growls my name, his face hard and intense as he watches me, watching him. He’s on top of me, heavy and perfect, and this is all it takes, and I’m there.

“Yes,” I cry out, and it’s exactly right.

“Always,” he repeats as he holds himself inside me, the aftershocks ripping between us.





BOOTY CALL





part five





NEW YORK, AGAIN





—epilogue—





FEBRUARY, AGAIN





Alison





“To the birthday girl,” Scott says, tipping his flute of prosecco against mine.

I give him a beaming smile. “Thank you.”

After a six month international relations internship in Sydney, we’re back in the States. I think we might head out to the west coast soon, because I’d like to do a masters degree in Asian Pacific politics, but that’s a worry for another day. Another month.

This is our extended holiday. We had Christmas down under, and now we’ve been in New York for a month. We’re subletting an apartment in SoHo and I’m doing some observerships at the United Nations, but New York is too close to both of our families for our comfort zone. Well, there’s some debate over that.

My boyfriend likes to point out that I spend hours a week on the phone with both of my sisters. I point out that international telecommunications make that possible, and any time I want to see them, I can get on a jet plane.

But if we head out west, we’ll be close to his brother Will. And Taylor, if she’s still in Los Angeles by the time we settle. She’s a bit of a bird on a wire, too.

I thought for sure she’d clash with Scott, because they’re similar in a lot of ways, but when we stopped in L.A. on our way to Sydney, they totally hit it off. He needs to teach Hailey how to get along with Tay.

He was similarly afraid to introduce to me to Jeff. His brother is everything I hate about wealthy businessmen…but somehow he’s different. I like the guy. I don’t understand him, but I like him. It’s all in how he looks at Scott, like he’d lay down his life for his older brother.

I know the feeling.

“I love you,” I say, lacing my fingers into his. “Thank you for a magical birthday.”

“It’s not over yet,” he says with a lazy, dirty grin.

“No?”

He winks. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls a pair of tickets and hands them over.

I squeal as I read the name of the show. “Broadway Burlesque?”

“Surprisingly not on Broadway.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Ohmygod. This is amazing.”

“We’ve got an hour before it starts. Want to walk?”

I tip my glass back and finish my wine. “Oh yeah.”

We’ve done this every night that we’ve been in the city. Walked for blocks, hand-in-hand, and talked about…everything. Tonight we head down Prince Street. Scott tugs me to a stop in front of Agent Provocateur and whispers in my ear how turned on he was when I waved those panties in his face a year ago.

“Oh yeah?”

“I wanted to take you over my knee and spank you, though.”

“Maybe we should do that tonight.” I lick my lips. “Turn my bottom pink. A belated punishment for teasing you.”