Free One Last Shot (Pub Fiction #3) by Gillian Jones Page A

take it off.”
    He complies, and I feel a pool of drool land on my own chest. He’s even more beautiful than I remembered.
    “Good boy.” I lick along his pecs while rubbing my hands across his toned arms and abs.
    “Enough.” He’s breathless and beyond frustrated.
    Reaching behind my back again, I unclasp my bra, letting it slide down my arms. It just about makes it until Matt pulls it the rest of the way off, tossing it behind him onto the floor. He guides me forward as he walks backwards to the booth. This time, he sits on the table’s edge and opens his legs, pulling me in to stand between them.
    “Perfect.” He lowers his head, snaking out his tongue to touch my pebbled nipple, smoothing over each distended point before sliding his teeth along the sensitive tips.
    “Shit, that feels so good!” My head lolls to one side as I watch him move between my breasts, sucking, biting, and kissing each one. His hands find my ass and he moves my skirt up around my waist. He begins rubbing each of my ass cheeks, then finally grips them hard, causing a loud moan to fall from my lips. Matty has always known how to drive me crazy, and tonight it’s apparent that he hasn’t forgotten.
    The need to get on my knees for this man suddenly becomes all I can think about.
    “I want you in my mouth, Matty.”
    Matt immediately stands up, his reaction making me smile. Reaching for the loops of his jeans I tug him closer to me, “I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll have no doubt who you just welcomed home.” I kiss his cheek and drop to my knees at his feet.
    “Fuck me,” he grunts softly.
    “Oh, I plan on it, Matty. Just you wait,” I smirk, undoing his belt, button, and fly and guiding his jeans down his toned legs. “Commando, I see. Always liked that about you,” I say, as his hard cock meets my gaze. I tap each of his ankles, signalling for him to kick off his shoes so I can I remove his obstructive jeans.
    Firmly gripping his smooth, thick, pretty much perfect uncircumcised cock, I begin rubbing it between both hands, up and down, up and down, my eyes trained on his—playing, making it harder before pulling back the foreskin, seeking out the pristinely clean and mouthwatering dish that is pure Matt.
    “Fucking take it in your mouth, baby. I’m so goddamn ready.”
    I stop, looking up, and see Matt’s eyes wide as saucers. I slowly inch my mouth closer to my prize, the spot I know he wants me. “It’s my show, Matty. Say it. Tell me I’m in charge, that you’ll shush and let me do my thing.” In ready position, I wait for him to give it up.
    “You’re gonna pay, Claire.”
    I simply glare up at him, my hand and mouth unmoving. “Nuh-huh,” I shake my head.
    “Right, fuck, yeah. It’s your show. You’re the boss. It’s all you.”
    “Good boy.” Darting my tongue out, I lick the crown, moaning at the taste of pre-cum, the taste of him that I’ve missed. I lap it up, causing Matt’s cock to jerk and jump. “Mmm, tastes good. Just like I remember.” I lick the tip again.
    Matt tries to say: “Oh, so you’ve been thinking about…” but he trails off weakly at the end of his sentence, I’m excited to hear.
    Taking my time, I make a production of licking his hard shaft, running my tongue along the underside, dragging my lips and tongue along his veins, all the while maintaining our stare. My hands reach for his balls, giving them a little action, and the move causes him to make a quick inhalation. I fucking love doing this to him. Opening up, I take Matt’s hardness into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before moving to deep throat him. I adjust my angle to give him a perfect view of what I’m doing to him as he disappears in and out of my mouth over and over again at an excruciatingly slow pace.
    Grinning around his cock, I finally cave, giving him what I know he needs. I pick up the pace, moving him in and out faster, sucking harder, rolling my tongue around the head, and