“You better soak my fucking dick. Come on, baby.”
The thought of her leaving a mark on the couch, as evidence for anyone to see I fucked her here, almost pushes me over the edge. But I can feel her building again, and I want it. She’s whispering, almost in hysteria.
“I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m…I’m—”
Her whole body contracts, stiffening from head to toe as she screams. My arms immediately wrap around her body, hugging her as I fuck every ounce of breath out of her.
But the minute her body softens, I stumble back, jerking my dick out of her swollen cunt. Heaving breaths as I listen to her trying to catch her breath, I don’t really give her any time as I demand more.
“Knees.”
Eleanor flips over lazily and slides down the back of the couch directly onto the floor, looking up at me before she licks her lips and opens her mouth wide.
My chest expands as I grab the back of her head, guiding her forward and tilting her head, dragging her mouth up my shaft before pushing my dick as far as it’ll go down her throat.
“You taste good on me, don’t you.”
My jaw tenses as she gags before I pull back and push in again.
“I told you I’d let you compare.”
Her hands grip my skin, tugging me forward for more as she hollows her cheeks, eating both of us.
“Oh, fuck. That’s right. Suck that dick. Your mouth is so good, baby.”
I take two steps forward, forcing her to lean back as I grip her hair.
“I’m gonna come down your throat. You gonna be a good little whore and swallow what I give you?”
She hums, sucking hard as I take over and start fucking her face. Between her moans and the silkiness of her mouth, there’s no fucking way I’m going to last more than a few seconds.
Her head bobs, guided by my hand as I thrust inside her mouth over and over, faster and faster, all the breath in my body ripping out like a bull.
My head drops back as I feel her throat contract before she swallows, massaging the head of my cock.
“Oh, fuck. Again.”
My hand tightens in her hair as I pull out and thrust back in, cutting off her wind.
“Swallow, baby. Fucking swallow me back.”
Her throat closes around me, tears pricking her eyes as her lips stretch around my hard cock, only finding relief when I draw back quickly to let her take a breath.
But Eleanor’s already wanting more, her hands gripping my ass, urging me forward.
So, I give us what we both want.
I fuck her mouth without any regard for her. I hammer inside over and over, ignited by the sloppy sounds of spit gathering around her lips and her gagging each time I hit the back of her goddamn throat.
“Take it. Be a good whore. Take it all the way back.”
I can feel my balls draw up and my stomach tighten until it feels like I can’t breathe. Until mercifully, I explode, coming inside her mouth and down her throat, cradling her face as I stare down and watch as she swallows.
I can’t move. I’m standing, suspended in the moment, looking down into her upturned face as I pet and caress her head.
“Your mouth is heaven, Wild Card. Your mouth…is fucking…heaven.”
Eleanor takes every drop, gently and slowly running her tongue up my softening shaft, making my body quiver before she lets go and sits back on her heels, letting out a deep-seated exhale.
“That was…” She smirks, her voice raising in weak celebration. “Touchdown.”
I chuckle, and with the rest of the strength left in my body, I bend down, hooking my arms under hers, and help her to her feet.
Our lips meet, and we kiss in slow, languid motions like two people who have nothing left to give but can’t seem to get enough.
My arm circles her body, pulling her flush to me as my face nuzzles her neck. A smile breaks out across my face as I let my next words drift across her skin, kissing it gently.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I figured if you were throwing away thirty thousand dollars, I’d better make it worth it.”
She hums a laugh and reaches for my face, forcing me to look at her.
“I didn’t lose.”
My head draws back as I stand to my full height.
“Yeah, you did.”
I jerk my chin toward the bedroom, and she nods, slipping her hand in mine as we start to walk together on weak-ass legs. But Eleanor smirks, looking up at me the minute we hit the door, swinging around and blocking me with her hand on the jamb.
“You said that you’d have me screaming your name.”
My brows raise as I nod. But before I can say anything, she adds, “And last I heard from my own lips, I never once said your name.”
Motherfucker. That sneaky little cheat.
I tip my head back and laugh.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
She grins back.
“Absolutely not. Those were your terms, and I’m sticking to them.”
Eleanor gives me a wink before sashaying that fine ass directly into the bathroom, tossing her words over her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, buddy. You can always try again.”
All I heard in my head was challenge issued, challenge accepted. It looks like for the next four weeks, my dick’s going to be happily working overtime.
Me: Bets off.
That girl I married: You’re a sore loser. Ps. making a new chat when I left the old one…dumb.
DJ Mills: Oh, this is interesting. Do share with the class. I’m bored in between clients.
Wild Card’s sister: You can’t call it off because you’re losing. Someone has to cheat or something.
Me: Wild Card IS cheating.
DJ Mills: Andddd we have nicknames… This is an unexpected new development.
Wild Card’s sister: Oooo…wild card. That’s kind of perfect for her. Not gonna lie.
That girl I married: Don’t encourage him! He’s like a puppy. He’ll start pissing all over the rug if you give him attention.
Me: Would you rather me hump your leg?
DJ Mills: Hahahahaha
Wild Card’s sister: *GIF of dog humping air.
That girl I married: The bet is not off. Stop texting my people. Go get your own people.
DJ Mills: Technically we are his people by marriage now too.
That girl I married: You are pick-a-side friends. Get it together! We’re a sham.
Me: Thanks Millie, that means a lot. Maybe you can talk to my wife about being nicer to me.
Wild Card’s sister: Aww, come on Elle, he’s adorable…be nice to your poor husband.
That girl I married has left the chat.
Me: Something we said?
Wild Card’s sister: *laugh emoji
DJ Mills: This just keeps getting better and better.
fifteen
“Like you want to get tacos and then let me eat your taco.”
eleanor
I flip through the channels for the millionth time, but there’s always the same shit on. My phone buzzes from where I have it lying on my stomach, so with the laziest effort, I tilt it up to read my text.
Mills: Um, random thought in between clients. Can I call myself your pimp since your pussy is really putting in the work for me?
Me: Inside voice, Mills…let’s not share all our thoughts.
I laugh, propping my feet on the back of the couch as I grab a handful of grapes.
Mills: All I’m saying is that I truly appreciate updates saying I’m $4000 richer. Your loophole is clutch.