Chapter 137: Warm and Reckless
Lisa’s breathing had become heavier. The alcohol had completely removed her usual gentle and reserved personality, replacing it with something much bolder and more aggressive.
She looked down at Andrey’s erect cock in her hand, then glanced up at his face with hazy but determined eyes. Without saying another word, she slowly lowered herself until she was kneeling in front of him.
"Andrey..." she whispered, her voice soft but filled with heat. "You’re already this hard... it would be a waste if I didn’t do anything, right?"
Before Andrey could stop her, Lisa leaned forward and pressed her lips against the tip of his cock. She gave it a small, experimental lick, then slowly took the head into her warm mouth.
"Mmm..."
A soft, muffled sound escaped her as she began to move. At first, her movements were clumsy and inexperienced because of the alcohol, but her eagerness made up for it. She wrapped one hand around the base and started sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the tip as she took more of him into her mouth.
Andrey’s hand instinctively moved to her head, not to push her away, but to steady himself. His breathing grew rougher as he felt the wet heat of her mouth surrounding him.
"Lisa... wait—" he tried to speak, but his voice came out strained.
Lisa didn’t stop. If anything, his reaction only encouraged her. She became more aggressive, bobbing her head faster, taking him deeper each time. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the quiet hotel room, mixing with her soft breathing. Her free hand rested on his thigh, gripping it tightly as she continued.
Every now and then, she would pull back slightly to catch her breath, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, before diving back in with even more enthusiasm.
From the bed behind them, Hope remained fast asleep, completely unaware of what was happening just a few meters away. Her soft, steady breathing was the only thing that reminded Andrey that they weren’t alone in the room.
Lisa looked up at him with watery eyes as she continued sucking, her cheeks hollowing slightly with each movement. Even though she was drunk, there was a clear look of satisfaction on her face as if she had been wanting to do this for a long time.
She pulled back for a moment, her lips glistening, and spoke in a hoarse, breathless voice:
"...You taste good, Andrey. And you’re twitching so much inside my mouth..."
She gave the tip another slow lick before taking him back in, this time even deeper than before.
Andrey’s self-control was hanging by a thread. His hand tightened slightly in Lisa’s hair as he tried and failed to suppress a low groan.
The situation had completely spiraled beyond his control.
Lisa was on her knees, eagerly giving him a blowjob while Hope slept soundly on the bed behind them. And despite everything, his body was reacting honestly to her touch.
Lisa’s mouth felt dangerously good.
Andrey gritted his teeth as he felt her warm, wet tongue swirling around his cock. Every time she took him deeper, a wave of pleasure shot through his body. He tried to stay rational, but it was becoming harder with each passing second.
’This is bad... If she keeps going like this, I’m going to lose control.’
Lisa seemed completely lost in what she was doing. She continued sucking him with increasing enthusiasm, her head moving up and down as wet, obscene sounds filled the quiet hotel room. One of her hands gently stroked the base of his cock while her mouth focused on the upper half.
She pulled back for a moment, letting his cock slip out of her mouth with a soft, wet pop. A thin string of saliva connected her lips to the tip. She looked at his erection with slightly unfocused eyes and let out a small, drunk giggle.
"...Look at that," she said, her voice husky and teasing. "Andrey’s cock is twitching so cutely... It’s moving on its own."
She gave the sensitive tip a slow, deliberate lick, then looked up at him with a mischievous, flushed expression.
"You’re really turned on, aren’t you? Even though you keep saying we shouldn’t do this..."
Before Andrey could respond, Lisa opened her mouth again and took him back in, this time even deeper than before. She started moving faster, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside of his cock as she sucked with more intensity. Her hand stroked the part she couldn’t fit into her mouth, twisting slightly with each movement.
Andrey’s breathing grew heavier. One of his hands was gripping her hair, not to control her, but because he needed something to hold onto. His other hand was clenched into a fist at his side as he tried desperately to maintain whatever self-control he had left.
Lisa let out a soft moan around his cock, clearly enjoying herself. The vibration from her voice only made the sensation even more intense.
She pulled back just enough to speak again, her lips brushing against the head of his cock as she talked.
"...You’re leaking a little," she whispered, licking the precum that had gathered at the tip. "Does it feel that good when I suck you like this?"
Without waiting for an answer, she took him back into her mouth again, sucking harder this time. Her movements were becoming more aggressive, more desperate as if she wanted to make him lose control completely.
Andrey’s mind was starting to go blank. The wet heat of Lisa’s mouth, the sight of her on her knees with her cheeks slightly hollowed, and the knowledge that Hope was sleeping just a few meters away made everything feel dangerously intense.
He was dangerously close to his limit.
Andrey’s breathing was getting heavier with each passing second. Lisa’s mouth felt incredibly warm and wet, and the way she was sucking him so eagerly made it hard to think straight.
’Lisa... when she’s drunk, she turns into someone else entirely. It’s like she becomes a completely different person... almost like a little devil.’
He tried to hold back, but Lisa wasn’t giving him any room to resist. She was sucking him with increasing intensity, her tongue pressing and swirling around his cock while her hand stroked the base in rhythm with her mouth. Every time she took him deeper, a wet, obscene sound escaped from her lips.
"Lisa... wait, I’m—" Andrey tried to warn her, his voice strained. He gently tugged at her hair, trying to pull her back before it was too late.
But Lisa didn’t stop. If anything, she became even more aggressive. She tightened her lips around him and moved her head faster, as if she wanted to force him to finish inside her mouth.
Andrey’s self-control finally snapped.
"Lisa—!"
His body tensed as he reached his climax. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock directly into Lisa’s mouth. He came hard, his hips twitching slightly as he filled her mouth with his release.
Lisa’s eyes widened for a moment, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she stayed in place, her lips still wrapped around him as she tried to swallow everything. The erotic, wet sounds of her swallowing echoed softly in the quiet hotel room.
Gulp... Gulp... Gulp...
Each swallow was audible, sending small shivers down Andrey’s spine. Lisa’s throat moved visibly as she struggled to take everything in. Some of his cum leaked from the corner of her mouth and dripped down her chin, but she kept sucking gently, as if she didn’t want to waste any of it.
When Andrey finally finished, Lisa slowly pulled back. A thin string of saliva and cum connected her lips to the tip of his cock. She looked up at him with watery eyes, her face flushed and her expression slightly dazed. She swallowed one last time, her throat moving as she took the rest of his cum down.
"...It’s so much," she whispered hoarsely, licking her lips. "And it’s warm..."
She looked strangely satisfied, even though she was still breathing heavily. A few drops of cum were still on her chin, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Andrey stood there, his cock still half-hard and glistening with Lisa’s saliva. He looked down at her, his mind a mess of guilt, arousal, and confusion.
Lisa, still kneeling in front of him, gently held his cock again and gave it one last slow lick, as if she wasn’t done yet.
"...You came a lot," she said softly, looking up at him with drunk, hazy eyes. "Does that mean... it felt good?"
She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she leaned forward again, clearly intending to continue.
