I help him pull my dick out, listening to him moan as he falls on it, half of his body outside the cab, the other leaning over my thighs.Glugh, nugh.The sounds he makes as he chokes on me, the way his head bobs as he takes as much of my dick as he can.
My hand runs through his hair, those soft blond strands as I let out feral grunts. I want to slam into him, but I don’t. I just let him take me any way he wants.
I slide my fingers down his neck, feeling his thrumming pulse beneath my thumb before dragging them down his back, landing on the bit of bare skin. His shirt has ridden up, and I can’t help but touch that glowing skin, how soft it is, how smooth.
“Please,” he begs, pulling off me for a moment before taking me once more.
I know what he wants.
My hand slips down the back of his pants and down his crack.
He bucks forward, wanting more, and I give it to him. My finger easily slips inside him, and he moans around a mouthful of me as I push into him.
The angle makes it harder to enter as far as I want, but I fuck him with my finger as he sucks my dick, the two of us in a perfect rhythm.
Then I feel my orgasm grow near. It slides down my spine, settling in my balls. My cock jerks, and I let out a low roar as I shove my finger as far into him as I can. He jerks and moansas my release fills his mouth. He trembles, sucking on me as his own barrels through him.
And then he’s resting his head on my thigh, his breathing ragged, his eyes closed.
I can’t help but stroke his head as the finger that was just inside of him enters my mouth.
Fucking delicious.
His eyelashes flutter open, and he looks at me.
“This really can’t happen again.”
“Yeah,” I say, not believing him. I think tomorrow we’ll fall right back to where we are tonight.
“But thank you,” he says as he stands up and meets my gaze.
“For what?”
He hesitates a moment and then straightens his shirt and tie. “For wanting me.”
CHAPTER
FIVE
ARBOR
My fingers pressagainst my swollen lips as I open the door to my loft in the city just south of Wolverston.
It’s cold when I enter, the AC on full blast, a much-needed relief from the humidity outside.
The thought of it—of Glenn showing up in my space, his shirt off, his chest glistening with sweat and water.
I swallow, my throat clicking. Sore. From his dick.
Oh my gods.
My body flushes red, and I smell that vanilla scent roll off me. It’s quickly sucked away by the air purifiers I have placed all over the loft.
Vince, my ex, always hated coming over and smelling me.
“You smell strong today. Go shower.”
I bought far too many to help mask it. It helps. But I can’t change who I am.
