5
Harlan
One minute later, we’re in the bathroom.
It’s one of those classy hotel bathrooms. Only one stall, with its own tiny lounge area with a carpet and mirror. Katie closes the door with a quiet snick, then locks it, pressing a finger to her lips. “Shhh.”
“Not sure I can be quiet,” I tease, as she sets her purse on the counter.
“You better be, Harlan,” she whispers. “If word gets out that you’re the one getting blown at the sports reporter’s wedding . . .”
Yup. Past me was clearly a choirboy. An angel, even.
But hold on.
“Wait. What if I want to make you see stars?” That’s my playbook. Give a woman pleasure. Then do it again, and again, and again. A man shouldn’t even think about coming until she’s ridden to the moon and back three times. Minimum.
That’s just polite.
“You can save that for Tuesday, big guy.” There’s nothing unclear about her intention when she undoes my belt, wiggles a brow, and licks her lips lasciviously. “I know what I like. And when I felt you press this fantastic hard-on against me earlier, I kept imagining what you’d taste like. Will that work for you?”
My brain goes haywire.
Yup.
Officially, it’s one hundred percent nuts up there. All the circuits are frying, all the lights flashing and the sparks flying.
“But I want to make you feel good,” I say.
Only, it’s a feeble protest because, holy hell—I don’t think it’s in my DNA to turn down a blow job from a gorgeous woman, no matter how badly I want to give her O after O. Not after she unzips my slacks, then sinks to the floor. “Well. Happy Thursday to me, then.”
“That’s the idea.” The blonde beauty gazes up at me with sex in her eyes and dirty deeds on her parted lips.
“Oh, sweetheart. You look so fucking good on your knees.”
“I feel good on my knees too,” she says, tugging down my black boxer briefs. My cock springs free.
Katie’s eyes pop like she just got everything she wanted for her birthday. I’m certainly glad she seems to think so, because I’d like her to gift wrap my dick with her mouth, lips, and tongue.
“Mmmm. You’re like hard candy.” She wraps a soft hand around the base. A quick burst of pleasure pulses through my body as she squeezes and strokes.
“I hope you like your candy good and long,” I tell her.
“Very, very long,” she says, pumping my cock in her fist, wasting no time.
She dips her face to my dick and sucks the head between her lips. My blood surges. My fingers weave through her silky blonde hair while she flicks her tongue along my dick and pulls me deeper into her decadent mouth.
“Can it be Tuesday right now? Because I want this again,” I whisper, my voice already rough with lust.
My legs shake as Katie smiles wickedly up at me, the wild look in her eyes saying she wants this as much as I do.
That she relishes giving.
It’s official. I have met my match.
“Your mouth is incredible,” I murmur, electricity crackling along my nerve endings.
The sight before me is out of this world.
Sure, I left my home tonight a hopeful motherfucker, but I didn’t imagine a beautiful, fun, feisty woman would haul me into a bathroom and take me to town with her throat.
This is one helluva night, even for a guy who likes to have his fun.
And that’s me.
I’m the player.
The good-time guy.
I don’t lie, I don’t lead women on, and I don’t hide where I stand. And right now, I’m standing with my pants at my thighs while the most captivating woman I’ve met in ages worships my dick and blows my mind too.
And yet I’m also pretty sure something new is happening. Already, I’m positive I want more than one date with her.
Maybe even more than a handful.
With Katie, I could maybe see many wild nights like this, nights when I’m not a player at all. But as she flicks her tongue along my shaft, I lose my focus on the future. I am only interested in the here and now. “Fuck, yes. Won’t take me long, sweetheart,” I rasp out.
In a second, she sucks harder, deeper, with the fervor of a zealot.
I succumb to the build. To the bliss barreling down my body. The delicious swirl of an orgasm that’s not far off.
But the gentleman hasn’t left the building entirely. “Just want to warn you. In case you don’t want to swallow,” I mutter.
She hoovers.
Holy hell.
My toes curl in my shoes as she sucks even more intensely, the head of my dick hitting her throat.
My brain jumps into sexual overdrive.
I rock my hips, losing myself in the caress of her tight, hot lips. My climax pulls me under. I shudder, ecstasy wracking my body as I come hard in her mouth.