“Something I’ve wanted to do for longer than I can remember.” He must have approved of my answer because the only response of which he was capable was to rake his fingers through my hair and pull my face up to his for a searing kiss.
His tongue swept into the corners of my mouth, a velvet lash of pure pleasure. If he hadn’t already owned me, he would have threatened to consume me. Feeling his lips against mine, as his tongue stroked every inch of my mouth, I knew I would be forever altered by this beautifully scared man.
He pulled away from me, catching his breath, his chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon. Reaching into the backseat, he pulled out his baseball sweatshirt and folded it up into a pillow before sliding it under my knees.
The kindness of the action made my heart swell.
Knowing that he wanted what I was about to do just as much as I did made other things swell also.
He was wearing a pair of mesh athletic shorts, so access was easy. As I hooked my thumbs into the elastic at his waist, he lifted his hips from the seat so that I could slide them down to his ankles.
His cock, thick and veined, jutted out, bobbed under its own weight, reaching toward my lips as if it were teasing me, tempting me, taunting, “Go ahead. Lick me. Suck me. You know you want to.”
Shane’s scent invaded my senses, musky and masculine, but clean and soapy. I licked my palm, making it good and wet before stroking his throbbing cock. It made my head spin that I knew how to touch him, that I knew just what to do to make him go crazy.
His breath came out in short pants, in sizzling hisses that barely escaped his lips.
“You like that?” I asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.
He rammed his hips forward, shoving his dick even further into my tight grip. “You know I do. Fuck, Dyl.”
I slowed my movements, rubbed my thumb over the wide crown, spreading the drop of moisture around. He looked down at me just as I shoved my own thumb into my mouth, tasting him for the very first time.
My mouth watered and I licked his cock from the base all the way to the tip. Feeling him harden even further made me hungrier for him. I wrapped my lips around him, taking as much as I could deep into my throat. Shane’s fingers dug into the back of my neck before he moved his hand to my face. He skimmed his palm over my jaw, feeling his tip of his dick roll inside my mouth, poking against my cheek.
“Oh…God…that feels amazing,” he grumbled. His fingers clenched the leather of the seat until his knuckles turned white.
I looked up at him at the exact second he looked down at me. It was the most intense connection I had ever felt. I may have had his dick in my mouth, but he had my heart in his hand.
Picking up the intensity, I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking him rhythmically as my mouth and tongue massaged the rest of him. Shane grabbed for my other hand as it rested on the seat, moving it to his tightening sac. He was close and the gentle play of my fingers over the skin there, along with the added pressure of my mouth had him coming in a loud roar.
I swallowed down every drop he gave me, as he convulsed beneath me. Out of breath and totally in awe of what had just happened, I rested my face on his leg and enjoyed the feel of his fingers playing through my hair.
“Where’d you learn how to do that?” Shane asked breathlessly.
I’m sure he could feel my smile against his leg. Looking up at him, I laughed. “Porn,” I deadpanned, watching him war with how to react to my answer.
When he started choking on his words, I laughed again. “Calm down, Shane. I’m kidding.” He pulled up his shorts and shifted over in his seat, making barely enough room for me to slide next to him. “I didn’tlearnit anywhere. I just did what felt right.” I leaned my head on his shoulder as he draped his arm around mine. “Did it feel right?” Uncertainty swirled in my head.
He pulled me closer to him, kissed the top of my head, and smiled down at me. “Uh, yeah it did.”
“Good, then you’ll let me do it again?” I joked as we relaxed against one another.
“Only if you let me do it to you, too,” he whispered against my temple.
We sat in the quiet stillness for a while longer, listening to nothing but the sounds of the night and our quiet breathing. His words startled me, roused me out of my sleepy state.
“I’m sorry I screwed everything up. I let my grades slip for the last year, and then we lost states and my stats took a nosedive.” It took me a minute to realize what the hell he was even talking about.
Scranton.
I sat up, turned toward him, and gripped both of his hands in mine. “Listen to me, Shane. You didn’t screw up anything. We’ll figure it out.” I just didn’t know how.
Studying in the back corner of the poorly lit library of Sullivan County Community College was not exactly where I wanted to be. No, where I wanted to be was at Scranton, with Dylan. Even though he was only about an hour-and-a-half drive from me, it felt like he was a world away.
I missed him so much; it physically hurt. I tried to tell myself I only had to deal with being away from him for a year. Just one year. The main focus of the year was to get my grades back up and save up enough money to get out of here. To move away from my family and be done with this place.
But no matter how many times I told myself those things, I still felt like I couldn’t keep my head above water. Being with Dylan was the only thing that made me feel whole, complete – he made me feel alive.
