Sutton

"DO YOU HAVE A KING?"

"Go fish."

Before I snatch a card from the stack spread around on the coffee table between us, I pick up my glass of Sour Apple Pucker and take a drink, instantly puckering my lips from the horrible taste.

Kelly explained that he obtained the alcohol after a party years ago when someone left it. We found it in the back of his cupboard when we were scrounging around for something to drink since neither of us wanted to venture out to the store and we drank the only few beers he had in his fridge. We settled on the Schnapps, drinking it straight since we're also without a mixer.

Setting the cup down, I pluck a card from the sea and settle it into my hand. We turned Go Fish into a drinking game with the rule that you must take a drink every time you have to draw a card. The beloved childhood card game is helping the Pucker go down.

"Do you by chance have a 7?" Kelly asks from his perch on the couch. I'm sitting across from him on the floor, a pillow padding my butt beneath me.

I scan the cards in my hand and look up to grin at my boyfriend, his face in half shadow from the dim lighting cast by the table lamps in his living room. Dusk turned to night as we sat here and we didn't bother to get up to turn on the overhead light, giving the room a cozier, almost romantic vibe.

"Go fish," I finally reply, and he groans, directing a look of disgust at his glass.

"Baby girl." He looks at me above the rim of the glass. "I think it's time to switch the rules of the game. If I have to drink this nasty shit, I should at least get some benefits."

"Benefits?" I laugh. I might be feeling the effects of the alcohol. Sure, yeah, it's gross. But it's still alcohol, and this is our seventh game. I've had to go fishing a lot. I lost five out of the seven games. Apparently, my boyfriend is a master at Go Fish.

"Yeah, benefits." He smirks at me. It's that sexy one that says he knows he's being sexy. "Let's up the stakes a bit. Instead of taking a drink of that shit, we lose a piece of clothing."

"You just want to get me naked."

"Um, yeah. That's obvious, baby girl." Again, with that sexy smile.

"Fine. But we strip in addition to taking a drink, not instead of."

When he groans, I laugh. "You're such a baby. It's not that bad. Besides, this is all that's left. We aren't quitters. We started it. So let's finish it. Then never, ever drink it again. I mean, like ever."

"Fine. But let it be noted that you have way more clothes on than I do. I think it's only fair that you even it out by talking off some clothes right away." He smirks, obviously thinking he's cute and clever. Cute, yes. Clever, no.

"Nope." I shake my head. "Not happening. Game starts now. As is. No removing or adding. What you're wearing now is how we play. You should have had the foresight to put on a damn shirt, and maybe some freaking socks, before even mentioning your idea to me. Your fault, you dummy."

Now it's my turn to smile at him.

"You're mean. And really fucking cute. You know the agreement isn't final until it's sealed with a kiss, right?"

He leans over the coffee table with his forearms on his thighs, waiting expectantly for me to meet him in the middle. When I don't move, he tugs my face to his with a hand cupped around my neck, immediately sweeping his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like Sour Apple Pucker, and somehow on him it isn't so bad. In fact, it's yummy.

I groan when he pulls away too soon and I reach for him to pull him back. He laughs against my mouth, kissing me briefly before backing away slightly.

"Now you want to kiss, but you were a brat when I wanted it."

"Just shut it, baby," I say against his mouth, skimming my teeth over his bottom lip. "We're sealing the agreement, remember?"

He chuckles, and I finger the laugh lines by his eyes. I'm pretty sure I've memorized every single detail of his face by now, and these lines are some of my favorite things.

"You like my laugh lines?"

Shit, I guess I said that out loud. I shrug. "I also love how the gold in your eyes change color depending on your mood. And how scruffy your face gets as the day goes on. I like both versions of Kelly, clean shaven and scruffy. But scruffy Kelly feels more you. Maybe it's my version of how you like me natural."

With his hand squeezing my chin, he directs my mouth to his, his lips sweetly caressing mine. "I like all versions of you. A fucking lot."

"Agreed. Me to you, too, I mean."

"Baby girl," he laughs, eyeing my nearly empty cup. "Maybe we've had enough of this alcohol, yeah?"

When he moves to set our cups aside, I slap his hand away. "No, don't you dare. We're finishing it. I'm only slightly tipsy. I'm a big girl. I can get drunk. Don't worry. You can take advantage of me later. I don't mind. I'll even go on record. Get out your phone. Record me."

"I'm not recording you, baby girl." His voice is serious, but his face betrays his amusement. "But I do plan on taking advantage of you later and I'd rather you be conscious and not puking."

"You're always so dramatic. Just turn off your overprotective meter just for tonight. Let loose. Have some fun." I shimmy my shoulders, dancing a bit in place.

"Fine. Alcohol is still in play. But let's set the record straight here. There's not some switch I can just flip to turn off the overprotective impulse, baby girl. I'm going to always want to protect you. Maybe you think not wanting you to get sick off shitty alcohol is over the top, but it's just instinct. I can't help it."

I blink. Then blink again. Well, shit.

"Whose turn is it?" I ask, resituating the cards in my hands.

"Yours. You just made me go fishing."

I eye my cards, trying to remember which ones I've already asked him about. Between the gross alcohol and him distracting me, there's no way I'm going to end this game wearing all my clothes. "Do you have an ace?"

He smirks at me. That damn sexy one again. "Go fish."

I peel off a fuzzy sock and throw it at him. The yellow material lands on his shoulder and he simply raises a brow. "Just how many useless layers are you wearing, baby girl?"

"Mind your biz." I take a sip from my cup, not hating it nearly as much as I did earlier in the night, and draw a card. "Your turn. Let's get you naked, yeah?"

An hour and four games later, I did in fact get my boyfriend naked. Considering he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, I think it's safe to say Go Fish is not my game.

"It probably has more to do with the alcohol, baby girl. Your memory is shit when you're drunk. You asked me if I had a seven at least five times in a row that last game."

Shit, my thought-to-mouth lever is broken tonight. Maybe it's the Sour Apple Pucker. I think it possesses magical powers to unlock my filter, allowing everything in my brain to spill out. Yeah, that must be it.

Kelly chuckles. "Or it's just that you're drunk, baby girl."

"Shit. Stay out of my thoughts, you psycho. These here," I say, gesturing to my head, "are precious. I mean, the things in there. They're top secret. Stop reading my mind."

"Baby girl."

The sexy smirk is back on his stupid, smug face.

He laughs and I glare at him. "You're doing it again, aren't you? Maybe the Pucker works different on you. Maybe it gives you the magical powers to force my thoughts out of my brain."

"Nope. You just keep vomiting all your thoughts. But it's good to know you think I'm sexy. Keep verbalizing your thoughts. It's enlightening."

Again, with the sexy smirk. Wait. Did I say that out loud? Shit. Did I say that out loud? He's still smirking so, yeah, I probably did. Is my mouth moving? I lift my fingers to my mouth to confirm. Yep, it's moving. Am I narrating this whole thing? One glance at my boyfriend confirms my suspicions.

Flopping my head onto the coffee table, I groan. "Make it stop."

"I told you to stop drinking that shit, Sutton. You should have stopped when your glass was empty, but you're stubborn and insisted on drinking mine, too."

"The rules clearly stated you have to drink whenever you draw a card, and I kept having to draw cards. I don't make the rules. I just follow them."

"You did make the rules, baby girl. And I told you we could change them. I tried to change them."

Whatever. I glare at him. I hope he can hear these thoughts.

"I can't actually hear your thoughts, Sutton, but I feel like you're trying to murder me with them right now." He laughs as he leans over the coffee table to sweep up the cards into one big pile. Once he has them all in his hands, he straightens them and starts to shuffle.

I sit back to enjoy the show because my boyfriend might be the most annoyingly smug person on the planet but he's fucking hot.

His eyes lift to mine and a grin forms on his lips. "You may be the most annoyingly stubborn person on the planet, Sutton, but you're fucking hot, too."

"Stop reading my thoughts!"

He laughs, setting the deck of cards aside and leaning back against the couch, his naked body on full display. "Baby girl." His voice is like liquid sex. It calls to me.

I crawl around the coffee table and stop when I'm on my knees between his legs, my eyes locked on his very hard cock. Well, hello there.

"Stop talking to my dick like that, baby girl. You're far too drunk for any sexy business tonight."

"Stop reading my thoughts and you won't hear me talking to your dick. It's a private conversation anyway."

He laughs but it's sharply cut off the minute I cup his balls in my hand and lean forward to lick up the length of his dick, kissing the head lightly before twirling it around my mouth.

"Shit," he hisses, his hands pressing firmly against my head. "Sutton, stop. You need to stop."

"Make me."

I roughly palm his dick, jerking him off a few times before dipping my head again to take the entire length in my mouth. He squirms beneath me, and I laugh around a mouth full of cock, continuing to suck and lick and pump.

"Baby girl. Please. Stop. You have to stop." With his hands under my armpits, he hoists me up. I take this as an invitation to sit on his lap, straddling him with his hard cock between us.

"You said you were going to take advantage of me. Remember? We got it on video." I trace a finger over his rock-hard abs, which are fully engaged as he struggles with his self-control.

"There was no video, Sutton."

"Whatever. We're doing this. This is happening. I'm not too drunk. I'm of sound mind. I give you permission." I rub my bare pussy along his shaft and his eyes squeeze shut as he fights the last bit remaining of his control.

I see the moment he gives in. His whole body relaxes as he opens his eyes, the gold flecks a dark brown. He runs a finger along the seam of my pussy. "You're already so wet, baby girl. Is that for me?"

"Who the fuck else would it be for? There's only you."

He positions me at his cock and thrusts up, wasting no time, and grips my ass to encourage me to move. He doesn't need to tell me twice. I fucking love his cock.

He chuckles. "This should be fun. Sex with an unfiltered Sutton."

"Ignore everything you pull from my brain, baby. Pretend you can't read my thoughts while we do this, yeah?"

"No fucking chance," he grunts, his hands moving to my hips, allowing me to set the pace as I ride him. "I want to know every single fucking thing in that brain of yours."

I smash my lips to his with the idea that if my mouth is busy, it can't spill my secrets. When his tongue meets mine, I moan, giving in to the myriad of sensations blowing through me at a rapid pace. Fuck, he feels good. This is different than usual. It feels different. Oh shit.

"Wait, wait. Kelly, wait." I pull back, breathing hard. "We forgot the condom."

"Shit!" He groans, throwing his head against the back of the couch. "Shit. I'm sorry."

My head spins as I try to puzzle out my dizzying thoughts. "I'm thinking it's ok. I think it's ok, Kelly."

He lifts his head up, his hands firm on my hips. "It's ok?" He wears a pained expression, and I can't tell if it's from guilt for forgetting the condom or from the act of stopping in the middle of sex.

"I'm on the pill." I circle my hips and he groans, tightening his grip on my hips in warning.

"I know," he grits out between his clenched teeth.

"And we're both clean." I swivel my hips again and he slaps my ass, causing me to screech and inadvertently clench around him.

"Sutton. Fuck. Stop doing that, baby girl. This is already fucking torture enough."

"Don't be a whine baby," I scold, propping my hands on his chest to hold my weight still. "We can either keep going without a condom or I can run upstairs quick and get one."

He slaps my ass again. "You're not going upstairs by yourself. Naked."

I throw my head back and laugh. Seriously, this guy. "Baby, we're locked in your house. Alone. It's perfectly safe."

"It's dark. And you're naked."

"Yes, I'm naked. That's been established. So are we doing this?" I circle my hips again, gliding back and forth on his cock. "Or am I running upstairs? I'm ok to ditch the condoms. Are you?"

He answers by sucking my tit into his mouth, thrusting up into me. "Yeah, baby girl. I'm ok with it. More than ok with it. Only if you're really sure, though?"

I continue to swivel my hips around his cock. "Baby, I already said I am. Jesus, is it always this good bare?" My head falls back as I pick up speed, riding him right here on his couch.

"Fuck if I know. I've always used a condom." His voice is gruff, his breathing picking up.

"Yeah? This is your first time without one?"

He grunts, sharply slapping my ass, the sting spurring me on. I pick up speed, my mind a singular focus on the task at hand now.

"Sutton, if you want to talk, stop fucking doing that. Jesus. We're never going back to condoms. Who knew it could feel better. You already topped every single sexual experience I ever had. Now this..."

"I thought we were done talking."

"Fuck, baby girl. There's no going back now. This is too good. You're too good." He grabs my ass and thrusts into me harder and deeper.

I lean back with my hands resting on his knees behind me, giving him full view of my tits as they bob from the aggressive movements. He leans forward to suck one into his mouth and I scream, "Kelly!" Then it's game over as I detonate around his cock. He rocks up into me a few more times before grunting his own release.

I fall forward, my body plastered to his and my head buried in his neck. We're both breathing hard as we try to come back to earth.

"Uh," I say a few moments later. "One minor issue with no condom. It's definitely messier."

I lift up slightly to show the cum leaking out of me. When he sees it, he pulls me off completely, setting my body across his lap sideways, fingering the cum back into my pussy, making me jolt every time his fingers graze my sensitive clit.

"What are you doing, baby?" I watch the show in bewilderment, not sure whether it's really fucking weird or hot.

He kisses along my jaw, sucking the skin of my neck into his mouth as he goes. His voice is rough against my ear when he finally speaks. "No fucking clue, but I like seeing my cum in your pussy. It's so hot. You're so hot. Doing that with you was so fucking hot, baby girl."

He turns my head to claim my lips, his tongue assaulting mine in languid strokes.

"Kelly," I sigh when we break away from the kiss. "Do you even know how to dial down the intensity? Jesus, baby."

He chuckles, once again revealing the laugh lines I was admiring early. I kiss the lines on either side of his face and then over his closed eyelids.

"I could, Sutton," he says palming my tits. "I definitely could dial down the intensity, but I don't want to. I want you to feel 100% of what I feel all the fucking time, every minute of the day, whether I'm with you or just thinking about you. I'm obsessed with you, and I want you to know it. To feel it. To experience it with me. And maybe one day you'll be just as obsessed with me."

"Wait. You're not serious, right?" I study his face for clues, tracing the lines of his crinkled forehead. "Why do you look so confused, Kelly? Do you really not know how I feel about you?"

"I know you like me, baby girl. So don't go do that thing where you overthink everything. Ok? Please?" He pecks my lips once as if it's the period at the end of the sentence.

"But..."

He pecks my lips again. "No, baby girl. There's nothing to analyze. I like you. You like me. We're together. The end."

"Don't do that, Kelly. I can feel a certain way if I think you don't understand how deeply I feel about you. You aren't the only one who can claim obsession. I've liked you longer. I've had years to grow these feelings. You don't get to tell me you're obsessed with me and then shut me down when I try to say I'm also obsessed with you. That's not fair."

He wears a goofy smile. "Yeah?"

I roll my eyes. "Duh. I thought it was pretty obvious. I guess I'll have to up my own intensity."

"Stop, Sutton." He wears his classic brooding expression, his narrowed eyes directed at me. "This is what I meant. Don't go overthinking this shit. You're perfect as is. You don't need to do anything differently."

See. The fucking intensity of this man is ridiculous. Intoxicating, really. He's fucking intoxicating.

"That's the Sour Apple Pucker, baby girl." Again with that sexy, smug smirk.

"Get out of my head!"

He chuckles against my shoulder, his body vibrating beneath me. "I think I like you this way. I could get used to knowing all your thoughts."

"Well, don't get used to it because I'm never, ever, ever drinking that truth serum ever again."