Chapter eleven: Lick Me

Chapter eleven: Lick Me

Jessica

"Shall we sit? Dinner is about to be served and I am starving." Sam muttered.

"You are always starving, sweetheart." Rose giggled at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Jeffrey. There is an empty seat at our table for you and your girlfriend."

My heart skipped a beat at the term and I momentarily glanced up at Jeffrey as he took my hand. He made no facial expressions as he led me to the table. I just prayed tonight would go well.

"Jeffrey," I giggled, clutching his arms as he led me out of the ballroom and into a vacant hallway. I nearly tripped over my own feet, thanking the heavens when he finally stopped walking and leaned me against the wall.

"Jessica," he called.

"How drunk are you?"

I shrugged, the memories of all the drinks I had vaguely filling my mind.

"I don't know, I haven't had much to drink. I think."

"I saw you drinking three glasses of champagne." I held my finger up and smirked.

"Oh, yes and three shots of something that the bartender gave me. There was also a drink called licking something…."

I pounded, tapping my chin as he shook his head.

"What? I am fine." I defended, waving him away with my hand but he didn't agree.

"I need to get you back home." He raised his eyebrows, I whined, grabbing his jacket and pulling his body closer.

"No, Jeffrey. I want to stay." I pleaded, running my hand up the shoulder of his coat.

"Can we please? I bet they are going to play Gas Pedal and I want to twerk." His eyes widened and he immediately shook his head.

"You are not twerking in front of these people." I grabbed his tie, pulling him close so that our bodies had no chance in between them.

"Please, Daddy?" I said confidence and batted my lashes.

His nostril flared and his eyes trailed from my eyes down to my chest before he rolled his lips betweens his teeth.

"We need to go now." He muttered.


Jeffrey pov.

I got the valet to bring the car around and somehow managed to get Jessica into the car. I drove off, praying she wouldn't puke in my expensive car. After a few moments, she leaned over the console towards me and I almost thought she was going to vomit. But instead, she reached her hand over and placed it on my thigh. I felt my breath constrict as she leaned her forehead on my shoulder.

"Um, what are you doing, Jessica?" I tried to keep my voice steady.

"I just want to play." She mumbled and reached for my belt buckle, undoing it and unbuttoning my pants.

I took a deep breath and rolled my lips between my teeth, trying desperately to keep the car moving at the correct speed. I gripped the steering wheel harder when I felt her hand sneak under the waistband of my boxers, touching my hardening dick gently with the tip of her fingers.

I didn't think I would make it back to my house but I did while managing to keep Jessica in check. Before she was an inch deeper below my boxers, we pulled into the parking garage and parked in my designated space. I hopped out after buckling my belt and got her along with me, nearly dragging her up to my penthouse.

"Jeffrey, slow down." She slurred and I shook my head.

"I am not walking that fast, Princess."

"You are the one dragging your feet."

"Oh," she giggled.

"I am sorry."

Once we got into the house, I sat her down on the couch.

"I am going to get you some water, okay?" She nodded, learning her head into her hand.

I went to the kitchen, grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and returned back into the living room to meet her laying on the floor. I sighed heavily and set the bottle down before leaning over to pick her up. I carried her bridal style and she started to stir. I felt her arms wrap around my neck and her muzzle more into my chest.

"You are so strong." She slurred.

I simply smiled as I climbed the stairs and finally reached my bedroom, sitting her down on my bed carefully.

"I need pajamas," she whined tugging on the fabric of her dress and then I nodded.

"Okay, well I have got some t-shirt and shorts you can wear." She nodded

I turned around to the closet, going inside and rummaging through some drawers to find my old college shirts. I found one eventually, grabbing some sweatpants for her as well. When I got back to the bedroom, she was sitting upright on the bed in just her strapless bra and panties.

"Here," I said, trying to avoid letting my eyes fall upon her exposed chest.

I handed her the clothes and she wobbly stood to put the sweatpants on. I held her arms so she didn't topple over but my mind was all over the place at that moment.

"Janice says that I have pillow boobs." She suddenly blurted, I frowned after almost choking on air.

"Excuse me?"

"You are excused, feel free to touch them."

She grabbed my hand and forced it on her chest, sending so many tingles through my hand and arm. I hastily retracted in as much as I wanted my hands roaming her chest. I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly.

"It is so nice," I muttered, hoping she would just put the fucking shirt on already so I could try to find a change of clothes to hide my hardening dick.

"Like the pillow, right?" She beamed and without warning, grabbing my face in her hands and pulled my head down against her chest, my cheek resting against the lace fabric of her bra.

"U….uh," I gulped as she held me closer.

"Jessica?"

"Huh," I pulled away and hesitantly adjusted my jeans.

"Why don't you put your shirt on, okay?" I suggested.

"Okay," she said and grabbed the shirt off the bed, slipping it over her head and covering her voluptuous breast.

Reaching inside the shirt, she unclipped her bra and pulled it out, tossing it on the floor and I mentally groaned as I tried to control myself.

She pulled back the bedsheets and I helped her under the covers and at that moment, she grabbed my wrist and looked at me with excited expressions.

"Lick my pussy."

"What?" My cock twitching beneath my tight pants.

Did she really say that? Was I so horny that I was hearing things?

"The name of the drink, it was called lick my pussy. Soooo good." She mumbled and buried her head deeper into the pillow.

I swallowed hard, hastily leaving the room and shutting the door once she had finally closed her eyes. This is one of the most stressful situations of my entire life.