“Sounds fair to me.”
With one smooth motion she poured the shot down her throat, swallowing the fiery liquid. Samuel gulped, imagining her swallowing his own seed with much the same casualness.
Carefully placing the shot glass on the table, he picked up a new green-edged card and sat back on the couch.
He hoped to hell “Fuck madly until you are both exhausted” was an option sometime soon, or he was likely to be a candidate for the funny farm before the night was out.
Chapter Thirteen
Chloe felt the burn of the vodka slide down her throat. She wasn’t a huge fan of the liquid, but there were much worse things to drink. She didn’t think there’d be much drinking going on through the night anyway. Samuel already looked drunk on lust—with luck she could make a move sooner or later and they could release some of the sexual tension crackling in the air.
She watched Samuel’s reaction to the new card. He seemed to think for a few moments, then smile, a very male, self-satisfied smile. He stood up, and walked into the kitchen, saying, “I’ll just be a second,” over his shoulder.
She sat back, curled her legs up underneath her. She pondered for a moment what his card might say. She heard the fridge door open and close, and his rattling around in cupboards.
Growing more and more intrigued, Chloe twisted around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man in the kitchen. Not seeing anything through the small door, she turned back around.
A minute later she heard Samuel crossing back to the couch. He held a banana in his hand.
A banana?
Chloe resolved if she was to stick it anywhere near her body she would refuse. A girl had to draw the line somewhere.
He handed it to her and she looked suspiciously from it to the man.
“Eat that,” he commanded softly.
Eat it? Her brain echoed stupidly. After that huge supper? Ahhh…eat it and turn him on, be suggestive, she realized. She swallowed a giggle. This should be fun.
She snuggled into the couch cushions and watched Samuel. She expected him to sit back down, but he simply stood in front of her, almost vibrating with intensity.
“Go on, sit down, Samuel. I’ll make a little show of this for you.”
He stayed there a moment, clearly undecided, then nodded and sat back on the other end of the couch.
Chloe smiled and licked her lips, wetting them for the coming entertainment. She was a tad nervous, but really, it felt a little like “Truth or Dare”. How hard could it be to turn on an already impressively turned-on man? A little nibble and wiggle of the eyebrows and maybe he’d even be coming in his pants.
Chloe smiled at her strange thoughts.
This should be lots of fun.
Chapter Fourteen
Samuel watched his vixen lick her lips in anticipation. Was she simply wetting her mouth for the coming show, or was she already trying to drive him wild? Not that it mattered either way, he had been hard for nearly two days now—anything she did turned him on.
He fidgeted on the couch. His cock was being truly unruly and making his life miserable. With every twitch, every move, his cock pained him, reminded him how much he wanted this woman. He simply had to have her and damn the consequences. All he needed now was a break, an excuse, any reason to kiss her over and over again.
He watched, like a man in a trance, as her delicate fingers slowly broke open the skin of the banana. The soft cracking sound echoed through his head. All of his senses were heightened in his lust-crazed state. He could hear the faint tearing of the skin as she peeled it down the flesh of the fruit.
Samuel imagined her clothes would make a similar tearing sound as he shredded them from her body, revealing her soft satin skin to his eyes and mouth. Much like Chloe peeling the skin from the fruit revealed its soft flesh to her eyes and mouth.
Slowly, slowly, slowly she peeled the skin down, until finally the fruit was bared to her. Samuel licked his own lips, finding his mouth dry with anticipation.
For a minute, and then two, she turned the naked fruit this way and that, looking at it from all angles. Samuel could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Would she simply take a bite and ruin the fruit? Crushing it under her sharp little teeth? Or would she treat it with the respect and reverence it deserved?
Samuel shook his head. This was a banana, not his cock. The difference seemed blurred in his ultra-heightened state.
Second by second he felt the moment drag on, until finally she opened her mouth wide, jaws unlocking as far as they could, and with her teeth still protected by her soft, soft lips, Chloe lowered her mouth over the banana, closing her lips gently yet firmly over the fleshy fruit.
She held there a minute, and Samuel could feel his heart trying to pound through his chest. His blood raced through his veins, his breath came in short, sharp pants. Oh he was a goner. He craved the feel of those soft lips around his shaft, sucking gently as he could see her cheeks cave in from the suction she was giving that lucky banana.
He felt his face flush, whether in arousal or annoyance he couldn’t say. Annoyance that she was lavishing such affection and attention to a stupid piece of fruit, yet the arousal coursing through his system was a heady thing.
If she could give such pleasure to a piece of fruit, the pleasure she could give his cock would be astronomical.
His cock twitched in fierce agreement. Samuel could swear he felt a tiny pearl of seed spurt from his cock. He swallowed, mentally protecting himself for the sights to come.
So very slowly, Chloe raised her head, showing an inch, then two of the banana as
