The Mistake (Bad Bridesmaids #1) - Noelle Adams Page 0,43
yet.” With a smile, she was finally able to get her head into position and take the tip of him in her mouth. She gave a hard suck, and he grunted and jerked his hips.
Excited by how much he liked this, she let him go so she could tease him some, licking and stroking and playing with him until he was so tense he was shaking and couldn’t stop moaning out his pleasure.
Then she took him fully in her mouth and hollowed out her cheeks. He bucked his hips up toward her slightly, obviously trying to hold himself back. With a little doing, she found a good, satisfying rhythm, sucking him and bobbing her head. He kept holding her hair, using it to guide her motion but not in a rough or demeaning way. She kind of liked it.
She liked everything about this, particular how she could feel his body tighten like a fist beneath her.
He arched his neck and made a rough sound, his free hand fumbling at the covers and his eyes hot and primal.
She took him a little deeper and sucked hard.
He came apart beneath her, rocking with the waves of his climax and making a loud, helpless bellow of release.
She let him slip out of her mouth just before he came, so he ejaculated on her stomach. Not that there was much—he’d come just a few hours ago.
He was limp and flushed and smiling when he’d worked through his spasms. She let go of him and climbed higher up his body so she could kiss him.
“Thank you,” he murmured. “You really didn’t have to do that, but it was incredible.”
“I loved it too,” she told him, giving him one more kiss before she sat up. She felt a little self-conscious now. She didn’t even know why. “Okay. I really am going to leave now, right after I wipe this off.”
He made a disapproving sound and reached out for her, but she gave his hand a playful swat. “No, I mean it. I don’t want to be late for Michelle, and I definitely need some cleaning up after everything. You can stay in bed and take it easy. I’ve got to go get in the shower.”
“Okay. If you have to.” His eyelids were heavy. She’d never seen his expression so relaxed, so unguarded. “I’ll see you later.”
“Yes.” She smiled, feeling ridiculously fond. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep, so maybe you should take a nap.”
“I will. But I’d rather take a nap with you.”
“I wish I could, but it’s not going to happen, so please don’t tempt me.” She made herself stand up, wincing at the soreness in her muscles and between her legs.
“Come here for a minute, sunshine.” At her suspicious look, he added, “Just a minute. I promise.”
She leaned down toward him and he pulled her face toward his, giving her a slow, tender kiss before releasing her. She was smiling like a fool as she walked toward the door.
When she turned to give him one more look, he was gazing at her, his expression so incredibly warm. But the blow job she’d given him must have made him sleepy because when she came out of the bathroom after giving her stomach a quick cleanup, he was almost asleep.
SHE WAS BACK IN HER room when she checked her phone and saw her sister had texted.
CALL ME!
It could be nothing. Stacey was often dramatic that way in text or in person. But just in case, Amanda sat down on the bed and called before she did anything else.
“Hey!” Stacey said, picking up on the second ring. “Are you okay?”
“Of course I’m okay. You’re the one who demanded I call you.”
“I know that. But that’s because you sent me a text that said you were in a car accident! How am I supposed to deal with that?”
“I told you it was nothing serious in the text.”
“Yes, but I was still worried. So you’re really okay?”
“Yeah. I wasn’t hurt at all. Just kind of shook-up. And Robert just sprained a wrist. It wasn’t a big deal. Just a pain. We had to rent a car to make it to the wedding.”
“That is a pain. What happened exactly?”
Amanda told her sister the story, how the truck had forced them off the road and all the hassle they’d had to go through afterward. Stacey asked a few questions, clearly genuinely worried.
Eventually the conversation shifted to other things, and Amanda casually asked how Dave was doing.
“He’s fine,” Stacey said