The Blind Date by Landish, Lauren (suggested reading .txt) 📕

enough to laugh quietly, tapping her phone. “Now post this,” I urge her. “Tell the world I love you and you love me, because I want to take you home and make love with you so much that I can barely wait. And I’m not fucking you in the park, no matter how much you beg.”

Riley’s eyes flare at the jump from sweet and lovely to sexy and dirty, but she clicks around on her phone quickly. “Done.”

“Not even close, Sunshine,” I tell her, standing up and pulling her up with me. I grab her duffel bag, half expecting her to be checking the response to the post when I turn around, but her eyes are on me.

Going public is a big deal for Riley Sunshine and Moonlight Mark, but for us . . . we just want to go home. Now.

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I hate that we have to take our separate cars to my place, but we get there at the same time, and I waste zero time pushing Riley through the door. “I got champagne to celebrate. Want it now or later?” The question is punctuated with kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

Riley’s smile is pure seduction. “Now.”

“Are we still talking about the champagne?” I murmur against her skin.

She giggles, pushing at me gently. I growl at the idea of stopping but leave her to grab the bottle from the fridge.

“Just bring the bottle,” she says from behind me. “We don’t need glasses.”

Fuck, yes. I want to see Riley with her lips wrapped around the green bottle, chugging champagne like a wild woman. Something about her being so unrestrained is sexy as hell.

I set the champagne on the counter and pop the top. I lift the bottle and toast her. “To Riley Watson, my sunshine.”

I take a drink of the champagne and pull her close, kissing her deeply and letting the bubbly alcohol flow into her mouth. Riley startles at first, and some escapes to dribble down our chins, but then she moans and her tongue tangles with mine as we share the drink back and forth, swallowing when we pull back.

“Is that how you plan on drinking the whole bottle?” Riley’s grinning, swiping at her mouth.

I shake my head, catching her hand in mind to suck the sweet drink from her fingertips. “Nope . . . I plan on licking at least a third of this off your body. I wonder if the bubbles will tickle?”

“One way to find out,” Riley answers, taking me by the hand and leading me into the living room.

She pulls at my shirt, and just as eagerly, I help her with the buttons. Within moments, I’m shirtless and she’s stripped to her socks and boots, which take too damn long right this moment.

“Sit back and tell me if this tickles,” she orders, picking up the bottle from the table to take a long swig.

Riley gets on her knees and, before I know it, has me in her mouth. The sensation of her talented lips and tongue working over my cock while the effervescent champagne tingles on my skin is like nothing I could ever anticipate. I groan, my hands grabbing a double handful of Riley’s hair. “Mmm . . . that’s it,” I encourage her as she bobs up and down on my stiff shaft. “Fuck, I love your mouth. I love all of you.”

She hums, and as she cups my balls and takes more of me into her mouth, her tongue works the underside of my shaft, teasing me from root to tip as her lips keep a champagne-tight seal around me. She’s not going to waste a drop of this.

I push her down further, not hard but enough to let her feel my control and my hand in her hair as I start thrusting up into her pink-lipped mouth. She looks up, her eyes burning with desire, silently asking for more. I pull her hair slightly and thrust myself all the way into her mouth until I can feel her throat muscles gripping and working the head of my shaft as she swallows the champagne.

“Fuck, baby . . . you ready now? Do you want it in your mouth?” I growl as I feel myself swelling, approaching my limit. Riley blinks, trying to nod but unable to do much more than muffle her assent, and I pull back just in time to explode onto her eager tongue. Riley moans deeply, and I realize she’s been finger-fucking herself, her hand half buried in her dripping pussy. She’s not coming, not yet . . . but the sight has another spasm racing down my spine and through my cock.

Finally, she’s drained the last drop from me and pulls off, swallowing and grinning foolishly.

“My turn,” I reply, climbing off the couch and pushing her to the leather surface. “Lie back,” I order, getting on top of her. I lower my lips to hers, tasting the sexy mix she just sucked down before kissing over her neck, licking her skin, and pinning her to the sofa.

“Noah, I need to come,” she whimpers. “I’m already so close.” I chuckle evilly, letting the sound vibrate on her skin, but not where she wants it. “Noah?”

“You come . . . when I say,” I tell her evenly, looking into her eyes, and she nods desperately.

I drizzle a narrow stream of champagne onto her breasts before licking it up, flicking my tongue over each nipple until her back arches with pleasure. I can feel her squirming, trying to grind her pussy against me, but I tease her, keeping my thigh just far enough away that I’m in total control.

“Mmm . . . you’re torturing me,” Riley groans as I lick lower. I pour a generous amount of the champagne onto Riley’s stomach, making her laugh as I lick the fluid out of her ticklish bellybutton.

“You know you love it,” I tell her, pouring the champagne over her pussy. The cool alcohol makes her gasp, but at the same time, she squirms. “Do the bubbles feel good on your sensitive skin? Can you feel them teasing