Page 68 of Long Shot

“Reese . . . holy shit. Watching my cock slide into those pretty lips—Christ.” I let out a groan, my hips lifting to fuck her mouth. She curves her fingers beneath my balls and gently squeezes my sac and I tense again, eyes closing. But it feels so good, so damn good . . . I want this. Want her. My hips lift, trying to fuck her mouth.

She licks and sucks and teases as heat and pressure build, and I’m close . . . so damn close . . .

“Reese.” I use my fingers on her head to make her look at me. “I’m gonna come in two seconds . . .”

She flutters her tongue on the underside of my dick, nearly making the top of my head blow off. Heat explodes in me and sweeps over my body, and I come, hard, shooting into her mouth. Her eyes close as she sucks greedily, fingers curled around the base of my cock and cupping my balls. I pulse into her mouth in agonizingly satisfying bursts.

My eyes fall closed, sensations whipping over my body. “Ah, hell,” I groan. “So good, babe. So good.”

She finishes with slow strokes of her tongue, then lazy kisses over my groin, my abs, and my chest, kissing her way back up just as she started. She brushes her mouth over my chin and stretches out over me. I close my arms around her and hold on tight, my heart still thundering.

“Was that okay?” she whispers.

“Fuck, yeah. That was better than okay . . .” I’m lost for words. It’s been a long time since I let anyone do that and I could almost weep with the beauty of it, the closeness I feel with her, the trust and the amazing feeling of power she bestowed on me with her enthusiasm and delight. “That was amazing.”

She kisses my jaw and lets out a small sigh. “Yeah. It was.”

I roll her to her back and gaze down at her. Her swollen, shiny lips are the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Emotion swells in me, a need to give back, and I take my turn moving over her, between her legs. “My turn. Or your turn. Depending how you want to look at it.”

Those sexy lips curve into a smile as she bends her knees. “Yay.”

As she does, I make my way down her body, tasting her nipples, sucking them into my mouth in long, slow pulls that have her writhing. She definitely seems to like that.

I shift lower, parting her thighs, wanting to admire her as much as she had me, eager to study her feminine secrets . . . that part of a woman so intimate and personal. And yeah . . . “Beautiful,” I rasp out. Smooth and plump and pink . . . I curl an arm around one thigh to rest a hand on her flat stomach, my other hand pushing the other thigh wider; I kiss her there, gentle, pursed-lip kisses up one side and down the other. I inhale her scent, delicate and sexy, then extend my tongue to lick, letting my tongue dip into her folds, tasting the sweet cream gathered there. “Yeah . . . fuck, yeah . . . you taste so good.”

“Mmm.” She spreads her knees wider for me, and I caress her belly in small circles as I lick and kiss and then suck soft flesh into my mouth. With my other hand I gently part her folds and plunge my tongue deeper, making her gasp, and then I drag my tongue all the way up, up to her swollen, quivering clit. Her body twitches hard and her breath comes in sharp little pants as I lick over the bud, then around it and over it. She vibrates beneath me, whimpering softly, and then I cover her clit with my lips and suck.

She cries out, hips lifting off the bed.

I suck on her through her orgasm, enjoying every soft cry and twitch, then lick again where she’s so wet and sweet. I lift my head and study her face, her cheeks flushed, eyes closed. I move off her and kneel beside her, leaning down to kiss her mouth, my hand still covering her pulsing pussy, holding her there as she kisses me back.

“Oh, God,” she moans. “Oh, my God.”

“Good?”

“Mmm. I can’t even move.”

“Don’t have to.” I haul the covers up over us and wrap her up in my arms again, her ass tucked against my groin. I breathe in the scent of her hair, my body relaxed and replete. “Go to sleep, Reese.”

“Mmkay.” She snuggles in, and when her hand finds mine and curls around it, my heart stutters.

That was amazing, hot sex. But it was more. I feel more for her than I have for any of the women I’ve been hooking up with lately. I know I’ve been using them to make myself feel better and in the end . . . it took one woman, this woman, to make me feel better . . . to make my stupid fears and insecurities seem like insignificant trivialities.

I’m fine. But now I have a new problem . . . because my physical hang-ups are one thing, but Reese has stirred up feelings I didn’t think I had, and my emotional hang-ups are still very, very real.

I ride my bike up to the open garage door at Marco’s house the next morning. Inside, sparks shower gold and blue as Marco cuts a sheet of metal. Upon seeing me, Marco sets down his torch and lifts the visor on his helmet to peer at me. He scans me up and down, taking in the bike. “What the fuck?”

“Come on. Let’s go.” I jerk my head. “For a ride.”

Marco just stares at me, then yanks off the helmet and sets it down on a table. “Give me a minute.”

“Sure. What are you working on?”

“A new sculpture. A turtle.”

“Cool.” Marco uses the welding skills he honed in the Navy to create metal sculptures that sell for shockingly huge dollars at a high-end art gallery.

Marco disappears into his house, then comes back with a different T-shirt on, carrying a bike helmet. “Just gotta get my bike from out back.”

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