Chapter 8 Game On

Adrian

I run my finger across the foam from my shot glass and raise it to her lips. She accepts it like a queen accepting tribute—gracious, but with unmistakable power in her eyes. Her tongue wraps around the pad of my finger, slow and deliberate, her eyes locked onto mine. She doesn’t just lick—it’s a performance, a show of what that tongue can do when the lights are low and the door’s closed. 

I feel my cock twitch and grow harder with appreciation.

Her lips close around my finger and she sucks, hard. It’s not subtle. It’s not sweet. It’s dirty, calculated, and incredibly hot. The bulge in my pants is no longer politely hinting. It’s full-on screaming for attention.

“Jesus,” I mutter under my breath, grabbing her hand like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality. I dip her finger in the leftover foam and suck it off, letting my lips linger just a second longer than necessary. Then I slide her hand down to my cock, guiding it with intention. Her palm brushes over me and I groan—a deep, guttural sound that vibrates in my chest as she squeezes my bulge.

“It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed a good blowjob,” I say casually, like I’m talking about the weather, while her hand gives my cock another gentle but firm squeeze.

She gives me a wicked little smirk. “That’s a shame, I might have to remedy that .”

Oh, she knows what she’s doing.

“If this keeps up,” I say, voice low, “we may need to hire someone to drive my brother’s car home. Then pay an Uber to go pick them up.”

Selene glances down at her phone, scrolling through the story I sent her like it’s some light Sunday reading and not full-on erotica.

“Anything catch your eye?” I ask, knowing damn well what her answer’s going to be.

She lifts a brow. "All of it " she responds .

“You know I went to high school in Aurora, right? There used to be an adult store out there. A real hole-in-the-wall gem. Lingerie, toys, all sorts of fun things. Not sure if it’s still around… but you wouldn’t happen to know it , would you?”

Selene

I watch his reaction, savoring every twitch of that mouth-watering bulge in his pants. I slowly release his finger from between my lips with a wet pop. “Are you talking about Pleasures?” I ask, voice all innocence but my eyes giving away the game.

“That’s the one,” he replies, inching closer, his thigh brushing mine on purpose. He turns slightly to face me, making no effort to hide what’s growing in his pants. His hand lands on my thigh, dangerously close to where I’m already throbbing for him, and he leans in like he’s about to whisper something scandalous.

Except he doesn’t whisper. He kisses. His lips press against my neck, soft at first, then teasing, nibbling, and just rough enough to send a rush of wet heat straight to my core. To anyone watching, it just looks like he’s telling me a secret., whispering in my ear , if only they knew.

The waiter arrives with another round of mezcal and blowjob shots—excellent timing, truly. I raise an eyebrow at Adrian as I toss back the shot, then turn and grin.

“I like this story,” I purr. “Corey reminds me of myself.”

Then I stand, deliberately slow, letting him drink in the view. I lean down just enough to whisper, “My pussy is soaked.”

And just like that, I strut off toward the restroom. I don’t need to look over my shoulder to know he’s following me.

We lock the door behind us, and all pretense shatters. He’s on his knees before I can even breathe. My pants drop, and his hands slide up my thighs like he’s claiming territory as his . He lifts my leg by the knee and places it onto his shoulder, this moves my pussy right to his face and then his mouth is on me—hot, wet, relentless.

My back arches against the door as his tongue laps at my slit, his fingers sliding into me, curling, finding spots I didn’t know existed. I moan loudly forgetting where we are and I grab his head and hold him there, grinding against his mouth like he’s my own personal drug and I’ve got no plans of quitting.

When I can’t take it anymore, I shove him up with shaky legs. “Stand up,” I command, breathless.

He obeys instantly.. 

I tug his pants and underwear in one sweep down, and his cock springs free—thick, hard, beautiful. I drop to my knees and take him deep, gagging slightly as he thrusts gently , but refusing to stop. I suck, lick, stroke, all while rubbing my clit. His taste floods my mouth, and I moan around him.

He growls, one hand gripping my hair, the other bracing against the wall. “Fuck, Selene… don’t stop.”

I don’t.

Not until there’s a sudden knock at the door.

“Uh… are you going to be much longer?”

We both freeze instantly and I stifle a laugh, letting him slide free from my mouth with a trail of spit. “Just about done!” I sing out.

We scramble to get dressed. I look around, realizing something’s missing.

My panties.

“Looking for these?” he smirks, pulling them from his pocket and lifting them to his nose. “Not only do you taste incredible, but you smell fucking divine.”

God help me, my pussy clenches at the sight of him sniffing my panties.

We walk out of the bathroom like two teenagers who just got away with murder, we breeze past the waiting woman without a shred of shame. Back at the table, I drop onto Adrian’s lap and grind ever so slightly on his still-hard cock.

“Let’s go, shall we?” I murmur into his ear.

He nods, dazed and turned on beyond belief.

We settle the bill and head to the parking lot. He opens the car door for me, but I pause and turn. His mouth is instantly on my neck, and his hand slides right into my trousers again. Two fingers stroke my soaked pussy while I grope his cock through his pants.

We break apart, breathless. He sucks the fingers that were just inside me, moaning low. I watch him while he sucks them and I’m hot so hot for him, just that simple display almost makes me cum, it is erotic as hell . 

I hop into the car, and he jumps into the driver’s seat. “Still want to go to Pleasures?”

“Oh, we’re going,” I say, reaching over to unzip his fly. “But don’t worry—I’ll keep you entertained on the drive there .”

I pull his cock free and lean across and lower my head to his lap, my mouth honing onto him as he punches the address into the GPS. My head bobs up and down as I suck him on the freeway, moaning when I taste his precum.

“You’re going to make me crash,” he groans, gripping the wheel like it’s his only lifeline.

I swirl my tongue around his head, letting my lips pop off with a wicked grin. “Eyes on the road, lover.”