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Decline (Declan Reede: The Untold Story #1)
I put the glass to my lips again and sucked a small sip into my mouth and let it rest on my tongue. While I did, my mind supplied me with the incredibly hot, but unhelpful, images of drinking it off Alyssa’s skin. I decided that maybe I needed to make opportunities of my own.
Alyssa was safely tucked away upstairs in the shower, and apparently had no intention of coming back downstairs.
I raised the glass again taking another, slightly larger, sip. While I did, I sucked one of the ice cubes into my mouth and rolled it around on my tongue, imagining I was swirling it around Alyssa’s nipple. I moaned at the thought.
The cold focused my attention on my mouth, making it a little less noticeable that it was my own hand sliding up my thigh. It was almost easy to pretend it was Alyssa’s.
I popped the button on my jeans and slowly slid down my zipper. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the taste of the ice and alcohol in my mouth as I pushed my hand into my boxers. I thought of Alyssa under the shower, wet and glistening, and so fucking tasty.
The water in my mouth from the ice seemed to become infused with her flavour. I grabbed hold of my cock and slid my hand along the length. This was my perfection. It was the sort of relief I’d sought with hundreds of nameless, faceless women and never found. The sort of relief which only fantasies of Alyssa could provide. I closed my eyes and leaned back into the chair, sinking further into my fantasy and allowing my hand to glide up and down the length of my exposed shaft to the image of Alyssa imprinted in my brain. It wasn’t me holding myself—it was her. Her hands. Her mouth. Her body.
Her on her knees in front of me, her head in my lap and her lips wrapped around my cock.
The ice in my mouth grew smaller and smaller as my body heated with the lust and excitement that raced through me. It had been so long since I’d let myself truly enjoy a fantasy about her. I rolled the ice cube around my mouth one last time before swallowing the mouthful. I left my hand on my erection as I leaned forward with the other to grab the glass and claim another piece of ice. I opened my eyes to locate the side table and met an amused, honey-gold gaze staring at me. Her delight only increased as a warm blush crept up my cheeks.
“Don’t stop on my account,” she said with a chuckle.
Holy fuck!
I pulled my hand out of my boxers and zipped myself up. My erection was almost painful, pulling my pants tight as it sought desperately for the release promised only moments earlier. It would have to wait though. It wasn’t polite to masturbate in front of guests.