Page 117 of Road Trip to Forever
“No.” She laughs and pulls me closer. Her eyes open and she grins. “And you won’t.”
“Good.” I wipe my lips with the back of my hand and Lola watches me, riveted. “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”
“I’m thinking about what you said at the lake in North Carolina.”
“What did I say?”
“You told me all the things you’d do to my smart mouth. I’m wondering if that was all talk or if you’re going to deliver.”
I raise an eyebrow and sit back on my heels. “Wow. One orgasm brought out the smart ass in you, didn’t it?”
She shrugs and props herself up on her elbows, her mouth inches away from mine. “I think you like it.”
“I definitely like it.”
I also like the way we can communicate and understand each other in the bedroom through sounds and touches, the words only an added bonus. It’s never felt soeasybefore, a naturalness to our movements. Knowing exactly where she wants my hands and grinning when she touches me in all the places I like. A lightness to our conversation, even in a heated moment.
“How do you want me, Patrick?” Lola asks, kissing my neck.
She trails her mouth down my chest to the top of my stomach. Her teeth sink into my skin, and I almost fall forward and crush her.
I wrap my hand in her hair and give a firm pull, her neck elongating with a wicked smile in place.
“I’m going to stand up. You’re going to move your ass to the edge of the bed and you’re going to suck my cock. Then I’m going to fuck you, Lola, like you asked me to. Because you’re always going to get what you want.” I run my thumb over her mouth and pull her bottom lip down. “How’s that for talking?”
Her eyes twinkle and her hands settle on my hips, nudging me backward until I’m at the edge of the bed. I chuckle at her urgency, standing up and planting my feet on the hotel carpet.
“It’s good,” she says, moving into the position I asked her to take. “So good.”
“Open up. If you’re going to talk a big game, you need to be able to back it up,” I say, my fingers curling around her chin. Lola parts her lips and I nod. “There you go. Good. Two taps on my leg means stop. Got it?”
She nods, and I use my free hand to guide my erection to her mouth.
It’s probably silly to feel a rush of love as she looks up at me, my dick halfway to her lips, but I do. Because she trustsme. She wants to do this withme, eager and excited as her mouth closes around my cock. She hums and she sucks and she does something with her tongue I’ve never experienced before, and it becomes my new favorite thing.
“Fuck, Lola,” I exhale. Ever since I touched her for the first time, those two words have skyrocketed to the top of my vocabulary, and I’m not mad about it. My grip on her hair tightens. Her eyes start to water and her fingers dig into my legs as I thrust an inch deeper, almost hitting the back of her throat. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
The shake of her head is erratic, an insistentnoconveyed with a quick jerk of her neck.
“I didn’t think so. When has my girl ever been a quitter? You can take all of it, honey. I know you can.”
Her mouth relaxes around me at the encouragement and I use the second she’s distracted to thrust again, groaning when her fingers move from my thighs to my ass, asking for more. She hums her approval, the vibration making my toes curl and my head drop back.
Saliva coats my length and a drop of drool hangs from the corner of her lips. Lola brings her right hand to my shaft, popping me out of her mouth and stroking me up and down, adding a twist of her wrist.
Ohfuck.
I like that move.
She can tell I like it because she does it again, twisting the other way as her fingers run through the pre-cum on the head of my cock.
Lola’s making this feel too good. I’m trying to last, trying to make sure she gets what she wants, but it’s really fucking hard to concentrate on that goal when she reaches between her legs and starts to touch herself. I canhearhow wet she is, the slick glide of her fingers a roar in my ears.
“Do we have any condoms?” she asks, craning her neck to run her tongue up my shaft from base to tip.
“Yes,” I grit out. “I bought some this morning.”
“Dreaming big?”
