Page 34 of The Man I Hate

The door slammed closed.

She wasn’t going to do anything of the sort. Nevertheless, my attention was piqued by her remark. I followed her with my eyes as she walked in front of me.

“Your way?” I asked.

“We had sex in the parking lot your way.” She shifted the wine glass from her right hand to her left. “Now, it’s my turn.”

She was so close I could taste the sweetness of the wine on her breath. Her alcohol-induced courage was cute. No differently than Mica, she wasn’t going to coerce me into having sex. I was far too strong-willed to succumb to her drunken advances.

Besides. I had a $1,000 bet on the line.

“You’re not getting a turn,” I insisted. “We agreed it was a one-time thing.”

Without warning, she grabbed my cock, which was as stiff as a stone. “I changed my mind.” She squeezed the shaft firmly. “You might not be interested, but he sure is.”

I glanced at her hand. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

With my cock gripped firmly in her hand, she lowered herself to her knees. Before I had a chance to object, my slacks were unzipped.

She stroked my cock with her free hand. “My way.”

I desperately wanted Anna to suck my cock, but knew I had to fight the urge. I swallowed hard, preparing to object to her intentions. At the instant my lips parted, hers did the same.

Paralyzed by desire, I gawked as she slid her mouth along the rigid shaft.

Just like that, I’d been hornswoggled into a blowjob by my drunken neighbor. It was a first, but technically it wasn’t sex. Provided I went no further with Anna, I’d win the bet with Pratt, and continue my pattern of “one time only” when it came to sex.

Still cradling the glass of wine loosely in her left hand, she withdrew her mouth until her lips rested around the rim of the swollen head.

Anna was an adorable woman. Seeing my cock in her mouth was driving me insane with sexual desire. I didn’t want her to stop but allowing her to continue would likely lead me along a sexual path I wasn’t prepared to travel upon.

Following a short pause—during which time I contemplated pulling away—she engulfed half my cock in one gulp.

I sucked a choppy breath. “Jesus fucking—” I stumbled backward until my flattened palms came to rest against the door. “Christ.”

On her knees, she followed me every step of the way, never allowing my dick to spring free of the warm confines of her mouth.

I watched with wide eyes as she continued her open-mouthed assault, eagerly taking my dick into her throat at a pace so rapid I feared I wouldn’t last much longer than a matter of minutes.

Her saliva covered the length of my shaft. Seeing it glisten as she withdrew her mouth was a huge turn-on.

I closed my eyes.

Slurping sounds bounced from one interior wall to the other.

I tried desperately to block them out but failed. It was no use. I opened my eyes and eagerly watched as she continued to suck my cock like doing so was going to save someone’s life.

I was no newcomer to blowjobs. I had never, however, been so aroused in my life.

Anna wasn’t completing a task, she was performing art.

Seconds before I was sure to ejaculate in her mouth, she pulled away. Grinning a sly smile of accomplishment, she met my downward gaze.

I wanted to throw a fit. To demand that she complete the task she started. Still hypnotized by her oral ability at the moment, I was incapable of expressing my opinion. While I collected my thoughts, she did a quick about-face and pushed her sweats past her knees.

They fell in a crumpled wad at her feet.

With a swift motion of her right foot, she kicked them aside.