Page 80 of Home in the Country
“I don’t know, maybe some of the back roads and just listen to music. I feel like we should have done that back then.” I’m impressed by the nonchalance in my delivery.
“Does this mean I get to pick the first song?”
“Sure.” I laugh.
He plays with the radio until “All Over the Road” by Easton Corbin comes on and then eases the truck out of town. He has no idea how fitting this song is for the little adventure I have planned.
“Are you okay?” he asks, and I look down to see my leg bouncing. Taking a breath, I nod and then turn in my seat.
We haven’t seen anyone in a few miles, and when I place my hand on Otto’s thigh, I don’t wait. I travel up his leg until his gaze is bouncing between the road and my hand, the muscles bunching and flexing under my caress.
He’s hard almost immediately, and his breathing is labored as I wrangle his belt buckle open. Otto’s free hand grips my wrist as I lean over to trail kisses down his neck.
“What are you doing, Fallon?”
“Pay attention to the road and don’t let us crash,” I whisper into his ear before tugging the lobe between my teeth.
His grip tightens on me as I lick the shell of his ear.
“You saidanything,Otto. Trust me when I say Iwantyour cock in my mouth.” The whisper is a seductive purr that even impresses the hell out of me.
He groans and releases my hand, allowing me to work his jeans open until his cock is free and hard and ready for me.
Licking my lips, I adjust myself in the seat and then lean over and take him into my mouth. Otto curses, and heat pulses between my legs.
Arguably, country roads are probably not ideal for anyone, regardless of gag reflex, but I’m determined to do this.
For him.
For me.
I want this experience burned into my brain for eternity. Taking Otto as deep as I can, I swirl my tongue around his shaft before dragging my mouth up to the crown. His hand drops to the back of my head and tangles in my hair. He’s not rough, but I know the slight tremor in his grip has nothing to do with the truckorthe road.
Gentling my movements, I pull off before looking up at him through my lashes.
“You seem tense,” I tease.
“Dammit, Fallon, I’m trying not to choke you on my cock. I’m trying to be a fuckin’ gentleman.”
“I don’t need a gentleman, Otto. Show me what I do to you.”
Without waiting for a response, I take a breath and then take him to the back of my throat. His restraint is waning and I want to make this good for him. I want to remember this moment knowing I brought Otto Thayer to his knees.
The truck jerks to the right before he’s stomping on the brake and throwing it into park. I’d probably laugh if my mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.
“Fuck, Princess. Baby. God, you’re good at that.”
His hand in my hair tightens, and I’m addicted to the way his hips barely rock, pushing him deeper into my mouth.
The angle is awkward, but I’m so turned on it barely matters. I can feel how close he is, but I don’t pick up my pace. Instead I suck him harder, and he swears.
“You look so fucking sexy right now. Please don’t stop. God, Princess, don’t stop.”
I don’t.
I hum, and he groans as his hand cradles the back of my head. The pressure is gentle, but it makes the lust pumping through my veins ignite. I love that he’s so overwhelmed with need that he can’t help but ensure I stay exactly where I am.
“Just like that, Fallon. I’m—”
