Page 61 of Breathless

Through the droplets clinging to my lashes, I look up and take him in my hand. My heart pounds like I’ve run a marathon as I say the words, “Tell me what you like. How to make you feel good.” He made me have an out-of-body experience last night. I want to return thefavor.

“Fuck, I love this side of you, baby,” he groans, thickening in mypalm.

His eyes hood as I take a tiny lick across his swollen head, tasting the salty bead of fluid at the tip. Gently, I tug up and down as I marvel at how he can be velvety smooth and yet sohard.

His palm wraps around mine to grip himself tighter, and I encourage him with a nod. With his other hand, he fists my hair, and the intensity makes me catch my breath. A devilish smile spreads on his face. “Open up. Wanna feed you my cock, gorgeousgirl.”

Dang. That’s hot. But I’m not surprised Logan is a dirty talker.Bring it, big boy. I like this side of youtoo.

I rub him over my lips before I comply and slide him against mytongue.

He lets go of my hand once I get the rhythm he likes. We watch each other, his eyes glued to my mouth where I’m stretched wide. I can’t go too deep, but he doesn’t seem to care. Whenever I do something he likes, his hold on my hair tightens, which sends a zing through mybody.

What’s crazy is how turned on I am from doing this. I’m slick and swollen between my legs, the pulse beating there growing with every suck and swipe of my tongue on hisbody.

Finally, I can’t stand it any longer and reach down there to give myself somerelief.

“Fuck, yes. You look so hot doing that. Touch your pretty pussy forme.”

I’m on fire from his words. From the way he’s looking at me. From the way he responds in myhand.

I want to make him unravel, so I pick up the pace, eventually relaxing enough to take him to the back of mythroat.

His gravelly moan is the only encouragement I need to do it again and again until he tugs my mouth away inwarning.

Warm cum shoots on my neck and breasts and chin. I work him over with my hands until he yanks me off the floor and kisses me until I’m breathless. His hand snakes down between us, his fingers working theirmagic.

“You’re so wet. Did my dirty girl get off on blowingme?”

“Yes,” I admit as I writhe against him, my eyes clenched tight. I come in recordtime.

As amazing as the orgasm feels, I’m not sure it beats the tenderness that fills me when he holds meafterward.

We stand under the warm water, breathing hard, my nose pressed against his neck, his in my hair, a lifetime of things unspoken betweenus.

Maybe that’s enough fornow.

24

Joey

The ride home is quiet,save for the classic rock Logan plays softly in the background. Three of the guys sleep in the back seat. Renee drove back with someone else, thankgoodness.

I’m drowsy too, but I’m enjoying holding Logan’s hand too much to nap. Every now and then, he shoots me a smile, and I grin back, feeling like I’m a balloon barely tethered to the ground. Whatever this is between us feels almost too good to be true, but for once in my life, I’m getting what I want and I refuse to questionit.

When we pull into a gas station with the rest of our caravan, everyone gets out to stretch their legs, and Logan motions me toward the side of thetruck.

“What’swrong?”

He’s frowning and rocking back on hisheels.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Just…” He looks around. No one is around, but he tugs me closer. “I, uh, wanted to apologize for last night. For—” He waves at mychest.

I lift my eyebrows. “For?” An uncomfortable silence stretches between us. “Wait. Do you regret what wedid?”

“No. God, no.” He kisses me soundly and then rests his arms on my shoulder and lowers his voice. “I just… I didn’t… I didn’t mean to come all over you. I don’t want you to feel disrespected oranything.”

An adorable flush darkens hischeeks.

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