Page 28 of The Love Playbook

“Don’t worry, Jackson. I’m not done with you yet. Let’s get your shorts off, though. They’ve gotta be getting uncomfortable.”

She eyes the tent in my shorts, and I have to agree, that yes, my shorts are getting uncomfortable …

She pops the button and undoes the fly before I can even blink. Then her hand dips inside, and she grips me over the fabric of my underwear.

I hiss out a breath as she strokes me, instinctively lifting my hips and seeking more. More pressure, more friction, more pleasure.

“That’s it.” More whispered encouragements, like I’m a skittish animal. Or a shy, nervous virgin.

She meets my eyes as she continues to stroke me. “Are you okay with getting naked?” she asks. “I know penetrative sex isn’t on the table right now. But I’d like to give you a blowjob. If that’s okay with you.”

My eyes widen. Shewantsto give me a blowjob?

I know girls do that sometimes, but I kinda always assumed it was more transactional and not something they do, like, for fun.

But Autumn is asking if I’llallowher to do that for me.

“Um …”

She stops touching me and sits back on her knees, topless and unashamed, her nipples standing proudly at attention. “We don’t have to, of course. If you’re not ready, that’s okay. But I think you’ll really like it.” She says the last with a sly smile.

I let out a chuckle, because from all accounts, I’m sure I’ll more thanlikeit. Even guys who prefer other sex acts stilllikeblowjobs based on the gossip I’ve heard over the years.

I’m already regretting not just saying yes, though, because the loss of her touch is painful.

Swallowing, I nod. “I think I’ll like it too,” I rasp.

“Oh, yes,” she says, her smile turning devious. “You absolutely will.”

Her hands return to my waist, and she starts tugging my shorts and underwear off together, her eyes glued to my crotch as my dick is revealed.

I lift my hips, helping her shed the last of my clothes, reclining before her nude and fully erect. I’d be embarrassed or uncertain, except the hungry look in her eyes tells me that this is exactly what she wants in this moment.

Her slim fingers wrap around my dick, not using as much pressure as I would, and I’m tempted to wrap my fingers over hers and show her what I like. But then she crawls closer on her knees, tosses all her hair to one side, dips her head, and licks the crown of my dick.

The sensation is electric, jolting through me, bringing my nerves on high alert.

She hums and does it again, swirling her tongue around the crown. Then she dips lower, licking me from base to tip a few times before returning her attention to the head.

Glancing up at me, she gives me a wicked grin. “Ready?” she asks.

She must take my strangled sound as an affirmative, because the next thing I know, she opens her mouth and takes me inside, her tongue swirling as she sucks.

My hips lift of their own accord, and she hums again, and sweet baby Jesus, I think I’m gonna die.

I thought feeling her against me was heaven a few minutes ago. But I was wrong.

Because this is.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Autumn

The way Jackson responds, artless and innocent, broadcasting every moment of his pleasure as he feels it because he’s unable to do anything else … it’s invigorating. A massive ego stroke.

I could be the worst at blowjobs, and he’d still think it was amazing just because he’s never had a mouth on his dick before.

But I’m definitely not the worst, and I’m not going to give him a half-assed BJ for his first either. Nope, I’m bringing my A game. A guy as sweet and endearing as Jackson deserves the best.

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