Chapter 4

“No! I’m not fucking hungry, you asshole. I just wanna get this over with.” However, despite the protest, her sleek figure kept moving with the beat. “And get home to my family, you fucker.”

At her use of the last word, I stifled a laugh. If she only knew. While rolling my shoulders, I rose from the creaking chair. After widening my feet, I motioned for her to kneel before me.

“W-What? Out here? Are you crazy?” Her head whipped around, scanning the darkness, before finding the open suite door. “How about—”

“Here. Now. Argue again and the deal’s off.” After reaching for a beer, I opened it and held it towards her. “Here, have some more liquid courage.”

With her so close, the heat of that sweat-glistening frame was pummeling me. As much as I wanted to rip away her bottoms, I clenched my jaw. At the touch of her shaking fingers against mine on the can, I struggled to restrain a groan.

Stay on script. Soon enough, I’d see everything.

While she tilted her head back, guzzling the beer, I flashed a horrified look towards the dark buildings before bending to snatch her dress from the concrete. At the swift brush of my shoulder along her rubbery nipples, she staggered backwards with a yip. An amber spurt of bubbly suds escaped her trembling lips.

“Your cushion.” While holding in a chuckle, I tossed the crumpled material between my feet. “Don’t want those pretty knees to hurt.”

“Um, Damon, p-please.” Not only speaking in a quieter voice, she also lifted her shaky fingertips towards me.

“Tick, tock, Mrs. Goodman.”

At my curt response, her eyebrows knitted. After slamming down the rest of the beer and emitting a brief burp, she tossed the can aside. When both palms swept along her hips, I tensed at the nudging of the bikini’s dangling bows.

Soon.

When a lengthy sigh escaped her as she inspected my bulging jeans, every muscle in my body twitched. Another checkmark in my plan approached.

“Only once?” she whispered.

“That was our deal.” I kept myself from nodding. “Tonight. Replicate both videos.”

For a while, with hands on hips, she only stared at my straining zipper. Realizing that I hadn’t actually answered her question? Or simply letting the liquid courage do its work? Time kept flowing backwards until, after a deep breath, she slipped to her knees. God, my pulse soared upward to dance with the full moon.

“Um, I haven’t, uh, done this in a while, Damon.” Her voice was so low I could barely hear it over the music.

“Not even for your husband?”

“No.” As she shook her head, the glimmering golden ponytail swished along her gleaming back. “He, uh ... He thinks it’s, um, disgusting.”

“Well, Mrs. Goodman, if you don’t get to work, he’s really gonna hate watching that video, isn’t he?”

At my icy tone and curt words, her face whipped upwards in a whirl of flashing tresses. Wow, did those emeralds ever blaze at me. With her face reddening, fear was struggling with anger. Which to unleash? Either would’ve been wondrous. At the sudden throb in my crotch, her gaze dropped to my jeans.

With every pulse of hot breath across my loins, the universe slowed a little more. As if it, too, was waiting. A gentle breeze pulled the sound of crickets from the distant forest. The only light was from the glittering blue pool waters beside us. While the music played, still she waited, eyes fixed on the straining denim.

Perfect. Time to enhance my role. After facing the building, I grimaced. The single drama class’s lingering gift: I faked a silent sob. With both hands clasping my head, terror filled my face.

At the touch of trembling fingertips on my zipper, I almost cried out in surprise. With my heartbeat hammering so loud the distant neighbors probably heard it, I lowered my gaze. Millimeter by millimeter, she tugged the tab downwards. And, as the frayed jeans parted, my bulge oozed free beneath the bottom of my shirt. After widening the gap, her fingers froze. She stiffened and caught her breath.

“Damon—”

“Tick, tock, Mrs. Goodman.”

No retort. Nor a struggle. Not even an angry look. Only a nod as her shaky fingernails moved my tucked shirt aside. At the tentative press of her digits into my shaft, I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached. While she worked my swollen flesh free, her hot breaths raced ever quicker. Once she’d tugged me out into the cooler night air, she swayed backwards on her knees.

Utter silence. Shaky, both open palms supported my throbbing mass. Even her breathing had stopped. For my part, the dream of having my massive, dusky shank pulsing in those dainty little hands had come true at last. But I had to restrain my smile. Play the role.

And then that switch inside her flicked again.

“Oh, Jesus Christ! There’s no way, Damon.” With her jaw hanging open, she tore her white-rimmed eyes from my aching pole to stare up at me. At the genuine fear swirling within them, a growl began deep in my chest. “I’m sorry, but ... Um, no way. I, uh, can’t take something this big.”

“Tickety-tock, Mrs. Goodman.”

Everything in my being screamed for me to clamp my fingers around her skull. To use her open mouth. To fuck her face until she collapsed, belly full of my jizz. But not yet. Script. Stay on it. With my shoulders pulsing, I held my arms to my side.

After returning to inspect my cock, she exhaled. Which sent a burst of heated air across the achy mast, and tremors throughout my body. When it was followed by the tiniest sweep of wondrous tongue along its crown, every nerve within me ignited. Though swift, that tremulous touch was so velvety smooth. Although warm, the wet smear it left behind soon cooled. Fists so tight my knuckles cracked, I restrained a groan. After a twist of her head, she repeated the move. But that time, her tongue dragged a little slower.

Again, I wanted to ram myself into her mouth. But with my spine clamped, I found the motel and flashed a silent, wide-eyed, openmouthed grimace.

At her widening lips sliding over my tip, I flicked down to stare. Pure velvet heat of her gliding mouth. At such slippery wetness engulfing my swollen dome, air huffed from me. With her eyelids screwed shut, she leaned, slipping more of the deep-purple black bulb into her. Bonus, both tightening fists began long, twisting strokes.