She giggled. “Are you flirting with me?” Cocking her head to the side, she pursed her pouty little mouth.
Get ahold of yourself, man. When did you turn into a horny teenager?
“Depends, does imagining your lips wrapped around my cock count as flirting?”
Her eyes widened again before she swiftly recovered. “Typical male. You’re thinking about me servicing you.”
“Sorry, let me be a gentleman. Does my head between your legs, eating your pussy, count as flirting?”
Her mouth basically dropped to the floor, and I loved how much of an effect I was having on her. Most of the time, my Tinder dates didn’t exactly do anything for me other than get me off. There was no courting, flirting…
Connection.
We were both there for the same reason, fucking.
Not that I didn’t show up to this charity event for the good cause; this was for Sawyer’s hospital. He was interning there most nights while his days were filled with med school. I told you he was smart as shit, and his knowledge knew no bounds. I had no idea how he was able to be a full-time med student and work the grueling hours of being everyone’s bitch at the hospital.
At least all his hard work would pay off when he started fingering women for a living and called himself a pussy doctor.
“Any ex-boyfriends I need to ward off tonight?”
“That’s right. You like to be the hero.”
“No, sweetheart. I’m the fling.”
She smirked. “I didn’t have a boyfriend then, and I don’t have one now.”
I smiled, showing her the effect she had on me too.
“You have a minute and a half,” the cock-blocking announcer informed over the speaker.
“Did you at least end up having a good sweet sixteen?”
“Ummm … it was definitely a memorable one.”
I leaned into the table and stared deep into her eyes. “Is it because I left a lasting impression? Cause let me tell you, I didn’t even show you my big move.”
“No?” She leaned in, mirroring my stance, placing her elbows on the table.
Moving in closer until my face was only an inch away from hers, I challenged, “We have a minute left, and I don’t want to spend our last sixty seconds wasting time. I let you get away once, and I won’t do it again.”
Her eyes dilated, taking in every word I was expressing. She wanted it all.
Me.
Being the blunt motherfucker I was, I simply rasped the truth. “I don’t do relationships, but if you’re looking to live in the moment with me, I will happily make you scream my name until you lose your voice from riding my face.”
Matching the tone of my husky voice, she practically moaned, “Is that your big move?”
“Only one way to find out.”
“Time is up! Everyone, rotate to the right please and meet your next speed date.”
I stood, not moving an inch, anxiously waiting for her reply. At this point, if she didn’t leave with me, there was a slight chance I was going to throw her over my shoulder like the caveman I was and take her home with me regardless.
“You have got to be kidding me?” her bratty girlfriend intervened, walking over to us. “You’re here too?”
“Nice to see you too, shitty ass driver. Did you almost run anyone over on the way here?”
“Not yet.” She proudly smiled. “But the night is still young. Why don’t you go cross the street, and we can see if I can change that?”
Sawyer busted out laughing, looking only at her. “Darlin’, at least let me buy you a drink first.”
“You coming?” I reached for Sage’s hand. “Because I can guarantee that you will.”
I could see the internal struggle on her face, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find it hot as fuck that she didn’t do this often. She was a good girl, and I was going to make sure that I rewarded her morals.
With her clit in my mouth.
She stood, glancing at her friend. “You okay if I dip out?”
Her friend’s eyes went back and forth between Sawyer and me before ultimately landing on me. Grabbing her phone, she snapped a photo. “If she doesn’t text me in the morning, I’ll be driving my car through your house while you’re sleeping, got it?”
I nodded. “Duly noted.”
She gazed at Sawyer. “I guess you’ll do. I don’t cuddle, I don’t spend the night, and if you have no oral skills, then I’m just wasting my time.”
“Holy fuck.” I slapped Sawyer on the back. “I think you just fell in love.”
He didn’t pay me any mind, never breaking stares with the feisty chick who needed a good ass fucking.
At least that’s what I would do if Sage was sassing me like this chick was Sawyer.
Never missing a beat, he declared, “Cuddling is for pussies. I’ll insist you leave after I make you come again on my cock, but only after I’ve given multiples from fucking you with my tongue.”