Page 30 of Tied to You

I could tell him I know the answer, but I get the feeling that will only ruin his night. “I don’t know,” I say sarcastically, my eyes already closing, waiting for the awful line. “What do you call a lesbian dinosaur?” I peek a look at him.

Dean’s lips pull before he delivers his punchline. “A lickolotofpus.”

I snigger before another round of laughter unexpectedly tumbles out ofme. It’s clear I’ve drunk way too much to have found that funny. I need to lie the fuck down before I pass out.

The girl on Dean’s lap stands and leaves where he’s paying her no attention.

“Was it something I said?” he muses.

We both catch each other’s eye, starting us off again, before we eventually settle, slumping back into the sofa we’re sitting on. “Fuck my life,” I say.

I see Dean’s face drop.

“Sorry, mate. You’ve had it worse than me.”

He shrugs. “It is what it is.”

I close my eyes. “It is what it is,” I parrot. Neither of us will open up. It’s not how we’re wired. Actions speak way fucking louder than any words. And what Dean did for me tonight is screaming at me. He took my mind off a situation he knows fuck all about, just to make sure I feel better.

And I do. But what will make this night even better, is if I can find Tanya. Distract myself a little bit more.

Before I can muster the energy to open my eyes, I hear a zipper being lowered. My prayers being answered. She found me. Good. Only, when I pat my hand haphazardly across my jeans, there’s no head between my legs. No woman between my thighs about to choke on my cock and relieve some of my tension. Peeking an eye open, I look down, confused, then turn to look at Dean.

“Uh,” he stammers, the blonde is back and on her knees before him. She licks her glossy lips, making light work of getting into Dean’s boxers, cupping him and tightening her grip on his cock.

“Mate, do you have to?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

Blondie pushes up, rearranging her bra. She kisses Dean, and I know I’m moments away from witnessing him getting sucked off right before my eyes.

My prayers are actually answered when Tanya walks past and sees me unattended. She flicks her head to her friend. “Feeling left out?”

I nod and force myself to stand. Stretching my back, I then swing my arm over Tanya’s small shoulders for support.

“Where are you going?” Dean manages to ask, trying in vain not to give me his sex eye, as Blondie starts working her way south.

“I’m off to lick a lot of puss.” I give him a wink before he stands and, rightly so, stops everyone from watching him blow his load in public.

I turn, my eyes heavy, but smile down at Tanya.

“What’s it this time?” she asks, knowing full well that the state I’m in isn’t actually that far from normal for me anymore.

“Nothing,” I lie, opening the door to the bedroom. I walk in and slump down on the bed, allowing myself to flop back with a thud.

Steady hands start undoing my belt, and I lift my hips just enough for Tanya to free my dick. It’s hard. As standard. She smiles around me before taking me to the back of her throat.

I choke on a cough, lifting my weary head to look down at her.

When she looks up, her sultry eyes study mine.

But they’re not the chocolate ones I want to see.

The ones I need.

Tanya flees the room without looking back at me. I don’t blame her. In all the times I’ve woken up after a night in this room, never have I left a woman unsatisfied. Then again, never have I seen another woman’s face when I tried to fuck them.

Sure, it could have been the alcohol that made my dick so flaccid when I needed him, but I know it wasn’t. It’s never happened before, so I just know it was… My phone pings from my jeans on the floor by the bed. Thirty seconds later, it’s vibrating. The constant zipping noise is too much for my heavy head. It’s clouded. Aching. Dull.