The suction of her retreat has my thighs shaking, my grip tightening, a groan vibrating in my chest.
Popping free from her lips, her tongue soothes the ache.
“Can you come more than once?”
I shake my head, but not in response to her question. I’m trying to catch up with her question. “Yeah.”
Smile curving wickedly, she descends again. “Good.”
And I’m sliding back down her throat in a come-to-Jesus moment.
I can barely get the words out to warn her before my cock pulses hard and prolonged as my climax spills over her tongue.
Her withdrawal is slow. She’s enjoying her victory.
Drew has destroyed me.
Once I can catch my breath, my determination renews, and I grab a hold of her. If she wants to play this game, I’m down.
With two efficient tugs, her shorts disappear, and I’m dragging her up my torso, chest, and splaying her knees over my shoulders until I have her pussy dangling above my mouth.
Squeaking and squealing, Drew grabs her headboard and looks down at me in bewilderment before I lift to press an open-mouth kiss against her folds.
She’s already so slick and ready and absolutely delicious. I lose myself in her taste, in the noises she makes that build and flourish until I have her grinding down against my face.
So fucking sweet. She’s so sweet.
It doesn’t take long for my cock to grow hard again, to ache for her.
Faster than it’s ever happened before, and when Drew’s back arches hard, I double down, gripping her thighs harder as she falls apart across my tongue.
I draw out every shake and tiny moan until she’s barely holding herself up against the headboard, swearing at me between her breaths.
Planting kisses along the inside of her thighs, I slip out from under her, grab her by the waist and plant her on her back in one smooth motion.
Her camisole is gone in seconds, and my mouth maps every inch of her skin until our bodies are pressed together, and her swollen heat is cupping mine. It’s absolutely perfect.
She’s absolutely perfect.
23
DREW
For a man of few words, Gabe knows how to use his mouth to its fullest potential. I’ve never ridden a man’s face like that before.
It was intense. But the way he looks down at me now that he’s got me trapped under him again, that’s what shatters me.
His cock is hot and pulsing against my core, and it’s so much more than what I’ve imagined all these years.
Dragging my fingers through his mussed hair, I’m surprised by the zeal in his gaze. The softness. A sweetness that I’ve known my whole life.
And now, we’re naked together in my childhood bed. We’ve made each other come with our mouths, and the next step is right there. I want it so badly, I’m not beyond begging.
Gabe traces the shape of my face.
What does he see?
A new version of me?
