Page 75 of Pretty Wild

He grunts, his entire body radiating tension. “We’re almost back to the cabins,” he says, unable to stop his hips from moving, thrusting up into my palm.

“We are,” I confirm, giving his cock a squeeze as I slide my hand from root to tip. Bending down, I swipe my tongue across the head of his dick.

“Ryan.” That one word comes out a plea, his tone filled with desperation.

With my tongue still dancing along the head of his dick, I look up and say, “You could pull over, you know.”

To my surprise, he does. He practically slams on the brakes, swerving to the right and veering off the roadway. I have no idea where we are, and frankly, I don’t care. He throws the truck into park as I shift onto my knees. My hair falls around my face like a curtain, and before I can grab it, his big hands are there, gathering the strands and holding them out of the way.

I can feel his eyes on me as I lower my mouth around him, taking his cock as deep as I can. When it hits the back of my throat, I almost gag, but I’m able to refrain. Instead, I focus on my hand movement, the twist and turn of my palm against his hardened flesh.

Marcus groans, his second hand moving to the back of my neck. It’s as if he has to anchor himself to me somehow,someway. His hips move on their own, thrusting into my mouth, chasing the pleasure. There’s something incredibly heady about this act, of having complete control over a man. Of having his trust.

“Fuck,” he groans as I double down my efforts.

My hands are moving, my mouth wrapped tightly around his cock, as I drive him straight toward release. His body is a live wire, ready to explode, and there’s only one way I want that to happen. Maybe it’s the fact I’m more than a little buzzed right now, but I’ve never had this much fun giving a blow job. Never really wanted to feel him come as much as I do right now.

“Ryan, if you don’t want me exploding down your throat, you need to stop right now,” he states through gritted teeth.

I don’t stop.

So when he comes hard, I’m ready. My firm hand twists and jerks, drawing every drop of cum I can get from his body, all while swallowing it with an eagerness I’ve never experienced.

When he slumps back in the seat, I finally release my hold on him. I sit up on my knees and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I expect to find his eyes closed, but instead, they’re locked on me. “You’re fucking incredible,” he whispers, still trying to catch his breath.

All I can do is smile.

Marcus moves, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to mine. The kiss is…intense. It’s fierce and protective and domineering, all at the same time. It makes all these feelings rise to the surface, threatening to completely take over my head…and my heart.

His tongue dances with mine, his hand firmly positioned at my neck. My head swims, and all I want is more. More kisses. More Marcus.

“We need to go,” he whispers.

He releases his hold on me and adjusts his jeans. I notice he buttons and zips the fly, but he leaves his belt buckle open, a sign more’s to come the moment we get home.

As another grin spreads across my lips, a wave of exhaustion hits me. All I want to do is lie down and not puke, so that’s what I do. I curl up on my side on the bench seat, my head resting on his thigh, and close my eyes. Marcus rests his hand on my shoulder, his fingers lightly brushing against my bare skin. It’s hypnotizing.

I feel the truck move but can’t seem to open my eyes. Or sit up. Or speak.

The gentle movement of the truck partnered with his gentle hand are just what I need to combat the tequila.

Easily, I fall into a deep sleep.

I slowly stir awake, warmth surrounds me. I open my eyes, but don’t see much. Due to the lack of light filtering through the windows, it’s still night. I also can’t help but notice the windows are different, as is the bed. An arm is wrapped around my side, and I don’t have to look over to know it belongs to Marcus.

What I don’t recall is how exactly I got here.

In his bed.

I lie still, trying to remember. I recall hanging with the girls, drinking margaritas, and laughing. There was so much laughter. It felt…amazing. And right. I could bemefor what felt like thefirst time ever. No one cared what my last name was, how much money I have, or what they could get from me. They wanted my friendship, and in return, offered their own.

When we left Blair and Gabe’s home, I got into Marcus’s truck. I was bold, having slid over in the seat and went down on him. I’d never done that in a moving vehicle, though I suppose it wasn’t moving the entire time. Thankfully, he pulled over so I didn’t cause an accident by my actions. The paparazzi would have loved that one…

But after that?

I don’t recall anything. Not getting to Marcus’s cabin and whatever might have happened after our arrival.

Slowly, I turn my head to look at Marcus. He’s fast asleep, his mouth slightly agape. He’s facing me, lying on his side, and realization hits me. I spent the night. Of all the time we’ve spent together, I’ve never slept over. I always head back to my rented cabin, or he back here. This, waking up beside him, falling asleep here too—even if I don’t remember that part—is new.

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