Page 84 of Tinsel in Telluride

“Fuck, Luca,” she purrs. “That shouldn’t be as hot as it is.”

No, it shouldn’t. But I’m learning that anything and everything with Leigh turns me on.

Each stroke takes me closer to the edge until my balls tighten with the need to come.

Not yet.

I will not fail her.

I should have known I wouldn’t last long. Between the gondola and this, I’m surprised I’ve lasted more than a few minutes.

Slowing down my pace, I force myself to breathe through the pleasure and not give in.

Leigh sits back, her fingers teasing her clit, as I work myself to the edge two more times.

“Tell me what you’re thinking of as you jerk my cock,” she commands, her voice somewhere between a whisper and a moan.

“Fuck.” My hips jerk forward at her possessiveness, and I pant between jagged breaths. “You. I’m thinking of you.”

Her brows shoot to her hairline and her fingers stop their movement. “Me?”

I huff a strangled laugh. “As if it would be anyone else. You, sitting there with those pretty little fingers teasing yourself. You, clamping your thighs around my head in the gondola as you came on my tongue. You, pressed up against that vending machine screaming my name as I came deep within your cunt. Fuck Leigh, since then it’s always been you.”

Her eyes soften and when she smiles, and it almost ruins me.

I want all those smiles.

The kind that reaches her eyes.

It’s at that moment I realize I might have ruined her life, but she’s destroyed mine. There’s no coming back from this moment. A life without Leigh will be like living in a black and white movie—satisfying but dull. Especially after having experienced technicolor.

“You’re devastating when you’re on the edge.”

“What?” I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't track Leigh moving from the barstool

Now she’s in front of me, close enough I can touch her,and lost in the sight of me stroking my cock.

Given her height and the fact I’m standing on the coffee table, the warmth of her breath teases my dick as she speaks.

Desperation mounts in my chest. “Is that a good thing?”

“It’s a magnificent thing. You’re doing so fucking good.”

My chest puffs out, preening under her praise.

She takes a step forward and drags her hand across my thigh to my ass, digging her nails into the supple flesh. “Are you aching for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I whine. It takes everything in me not to reach for her. She hasn’t said I can’t touch her, but it feels like an unspoken rule. One I’m not going to break.

“Me too.”

“What do you want?” My lust-filled voice shakes with need.

She traces her fingers back to the front of my thighs, moving painfully close to my dripping cock, but never touching it. “Oh, I want a great many things from you, Luca, but first, I want to taste you again.”

“Oh, thank God,” I blurt out, which earns me one of Leigh’s adorable chuckles.

A smile stretches across her face as she pulls her hair back, and I immediately grab it to keep it out of the way as she prepares to choke on my dick.

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