The Summer Proposal by Vi Keeland by Vi Keeland

Georgia’s eyes sparked, and she flashed an evil grin. “We’re even if I can make you come in less than three minutes.”

I can definitely hold out for three minutes.

Before I could even respond, she sank to her knees. Looking up from under thick lashes, Georgia ran her tongue along her top lip. And fuck if it wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I watched as she unbuttoned my pants, and the sound of the zipper coming down made the hair on my arms stand up. She tugged off my jeans and boxers in one swoop and looked back up at me with the wickedest grin I’d ever seen.

“Three minutes—deal?”

I answered by digging one hand into her hair and winding it around my fist, and grabbing my cock with the other.

“You got a deal. Now stop talking and open wide.”

Her beautiful, plump lips opened, and I guided myself into her hot mouth. She sucked as I pushed in, going slow and feeding her a few inches, then pulling back out an inch or two, and pushing back in for more. After a few times, I hit that sink-or-swim spot—the place where most women gagged if you drove farther, and I was about to pull back again when she looked up at me. It took everything I had in me not to ram myself down her throat.

“Fuck, Georgia. Fuuuck. Take more.”

Her eyes gleamed, and in that instant, I realized I’d just taken a sucker’s bet I was about to lose. Georgia adjusted her jaw, opening wider, and surged forward, not waiting for me to push the limits as she swallowed me down her throat.

My eyes rolled back in my head.

Her throat squeezed me like a vise, warm and tight. I hadn’t even been in her mouth for thirty seconds, yet I could already imagine what my cock would look like as it erupted down her throat.

I groaned.

She moaned.

And something within me went from playful to fucking carnal. It became a frantic race for me to feel what I’d just imagined happening. Somehow I joined her freaking team and wanted her to win this one more than anything. I began to pump faster. Using my hands in her hair to steady her head, I took over. She’d bet I couldn’t hold out for three minutes while she gave me head, but she hadn’t mentioned anything about fucking her face. This was a whole different ballgame, and my release came barreling down like a runaway freight train. Fuck her wager. Losing this is way better than winning anything else.

“Georgia…” I slowed down. Even though she could deep throat better than a damn porn star, I wasn’t going to make assumptions. “Babe…” I loosened my grip on her hair. “I’m going to come.”

Georgia looked up at me, letting me know she’d heard my warning, then sucked me in deeper again.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck.”

So I dug my hands into her hair one more time, pushing in as deep as I could, and released. The pulsating stream seemed to go on forever. At the risk of sounding like a wuss, I was completely out of breath and felt a little lightheaded after.

Georgia wiped her mouth as she got up and grinned. “I win.”

I blew out a hiss of breath. “If that’s losing, I’m a damn moron for spending my entire life competing to win.”



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We slept pretty late the next morning and were still in bed playing around at eleven when Georgia’s phone rang. Maggie’s name flashed on the screen, so she swiped to answer while I sucked on her neck.

“Hey.”

“I think Gabriel is losing his shit.”

I hadn’t meant to listen, but I heard the words loud and clear since I was currently on top of her with our heads so close. Pulling back, my eyes met Georgia’s. She frowned.

I got up. “I’m going to take a shower.”

I heard half the conversation as I walked to the bathroom.

“What do you mean?” And then a pause before, “Why would the receptionist tell him that?”

I probably could’ve heard the rest of it from the bathroom, but rather than eavesdrop and ruin my mood more, I took an extra-long, hot shower. When Georgia had first told me about her open relationship, I figured it was the perfect arrangement. We could enjoy each other for a few months, and then, probably when things between us started to wane anyway, I wouldn’t feel bad leaving her high and dry when I left for California. Besides, the other guy wasn’t even in the country, so that would make it easy not to remember he existed. But the more I got to know Georgia, the more the other guy who wasn’t even in the country was still somehow too close. I was starting to understand how the women I’d dated the last few years felt. Two people agreed to a physical-only relationship, some light fun without strings attached, yet one ends up wanting more. Only this time, it was me holding the short stick. And it royally sucked.

My fingers were pruney by the time I finally came back out of the bathroom. Georgia had put on a T-shirt and looked lost as she stood at the window staring at the city below.

When she heard me, she turned. “Sorry about that.”

I rubbed my wet hair with a towel. “Nothing to be sorry about.”

“Maybe not technically, but it still feels wrong to discuss another man on the phone while I’m here with you.”

I said nothing.

She frowned. “Gabriel texted me a few times yesterday. When I didn’t respond, and I wasn’t answering my office phone, he called the main number at my office. Apparently, the receptionist told him I was on vacation for two weeks and asked if he’d like to speak to Maggie. When they transferred him, he gave Maggie the third degree. She told him she’d pass along his message, but that was all she would say.”