Oral sex- Davejade
To be honest, Dave really hated these fancy parties.
A rented hotel ballroom decorated to the T with admittedly ironic Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff party favors, (Everything from SBaHJ napkins to character shaped candies), A list celebrity guests, and musical performances by even the best singers won’t cover up the fact that Dave had to stick to being on his absolute best behavior. There’s no telling who could be a paparazzo these days.
What also blows is the constant stream of “Oh, have you brought someone special tonight?” or “Have you gotten a significant other recently?”
Dave especially hated these questions because yes , he did have a significant other. And no , he wasn’t going to parade her around like arm candy. That’s just what they wanted so they could all have the “inside scoop” on Dave Strider’s life.
Jade was famous in her own respect—she’d won a novel peace prize already for her advances in the scientific community. But Dave wasn’t going to put her in a position where she would constantly be hounded by creepy stalkers. They’d chew her adorable face up and spit her out with those awful, slanderous rumors. That’s why Jade never showed up at these parties because it would be nearly impossible for the two to keep their hands off of each other.
It had been exactly two hours into this rubbing elbows fiasco when Dave’s phone dinged and he excused himself from a conversation with Owen Wilson and his wife to go check the text.
The hallway was empty with the exception of a maid. Surely she wasn’t going to spy on his text message. Still cautious, he cradled his phone in the corner of the corridor.
It was Jade.
From: jade mccutebutt
hey!! <3 <3
i know you’re busy right now but i checked into our room! i’m upstairs if you want to find me! ^_~
room # 601! we’re the top floor penthouse! ^3^
Dave smiled doofily at the screen for a few seconds, before looking up cautiously again. How hard would it be to sneak out of a party for his own movie? Hmmm.
He shot his publicist a call, and when she didn’t answer, he left a well-acted voice mail detailing exactly how much he was vomiting and to not worry, that he was just going to go sleep it off and not to disturb him.
He practically ran to the elevator, not deterred by the teenagers snogging in the corner. He jambed the button harder than needed and focused on keeping his head down, trying not to alert his horny companions of his true identity as a movie star.
They seemed really interested in each other’s throats anyway. Even when the elevator stopped on the third floor—their floor, they didn’t stop as they shuffled off. Dave smiled as he made eye contact with the girl through the closing crack of the elevator, and her eyes bugged out in surprise as she gasped.
“Holy shit, that’s Dave Strider !”
The elevator closed before anything else could be saved and Dave snorted at his own hilariousness.
The elevator stopped a floor short of the penthouse, and Dave had to walk up a flight of stairs until he reached the penthouse. At two knocks, Jade answered.
It had been a good two weeks since Dave had lain eyes on her, and she was a cool drink of water in the hottest, driest desert. Dave grinned at the sight of her. She was wearing a thin, billowy green top with a low cut, a pair of lacy green panties that fit around her cute bulge, and a pair of fuzzy pink bunny slippers. Her long raven tresses were tied up in a messy bun and her glasses were nowhere to be found.
She smiled and pulled Dave inside before shutting the door. She wrapped him in a tight, warm hug that had Dave standing on his tiptoes to kiss her goofy smile.
She smelled like lavender and vanilla, and the scent was to inviting that Dave buried his face in her collar and let out a pleased sigh.
“So,” She giggled and kissed the top of his head. “What exactly did you tell your publicist to get out of it?”
“That I was leakin’ from both ends.” Dave explained, looking up at her from the rim of his shades. “I missed you way more than I cared about kissin’ the company president’s ass.”
“I’m glad.” She hummed, green eyes sparkling, “I have to admit that I have my own selfish reasons for monopolizing your night, Mr. Strider.”
“Oh really?” Dave returned her mischievous smile. “What could you possibly need me for?”
She looked a little sheepish, her olive face flushing. “I might have….disobeyed the no touching myself rule last night.”
Dave extracted himself from her grip, his expression turning to unamusement. “Tsk, tsk. Why?”
“I didn’t mean to!” She protested, crossing her arms and looking indignant. “To be completely fair, it was your fault!”
“My fault?” Dave’s smirk returned, and he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Your stupid sexy face came on TV last night,” she explained, pouting. “And it was that stupid interview that you insisted on eating a dickshaped cherry red popsicle.”
Dave couldn’t stifle his laughter, remembering that interview fondly. Pretty sure the interviewer left with a stiffy.
“Don’t laugh!” Jade said indignantly, her ears turning bright red.
“Jade,” Dave stood on his tiptoes again, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. His let his hand cup her already growing erection. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fuckin’ heard.”
She whimpered, a shaky breath coming from her parted lips. “ Dave , please.”
“Please, what?” Dave kissed her jaw slowly, his fingertips trailing up her exposed nape. His other hand rubbed her dick to full hardness.
“ Please. ”
He smiled against her skin and locked his fingers with hers before dragging her to the heart shaped bed in the other, bigger room. She plopped herself onto the bed without being directed to, legs spread and chest heaving in pants. Her petite dick strained against the translucent fabric of her panties.
She was lovely .
Dave slipped off his shades and placed them on the bedside table before loosening his maroon tie. He drew out the process as long as possible, until Jade started whimpering and Dave lost every shred of self-control he had.
He placed herself between her waiting legs, glancing up at her wanton expression. He let out a hot breath against the lump and she gnawed on her bottom lip, her thighs quivering in anticipation.
He ran his tongue over her straining erection and she keened, her hips straining up to get more delicious heat. Dave slipped his thumbs in the waistband, freeing her throbbing member from its confines. He ran his fingertips up the sensitive skin before slipping the flushed head into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking hard.
“Fuuu—ah!” Jade’s back arched up and she cried out, her voice echoing off of the walls.
Dave smiled and pushed down further, bobbing his head until her entire length rested comfortably on his tongue. The searing silky flesh burned against his sensuous tongue, and when Jade’s hips pistoned up, Dave didn’t stop her, letting her fuck his face eagerly.
“Daaahhh—Dave!” That was all of the warning he got before she came, and Dave swallowed her seed without protest. He slipped off of her softening length and shot her a smug grin.
She looked completely undone, cheeks flushed, skin shiny with sweat, lies parted. “Hah… hah. Dave. ”
Dave knew what that meant. He shifted his position so he could kiss her fully and hotly. She was perfect.
She sighed against his lips, looking pleased. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He fell against her chest, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.