Page 73 of Trucker
But Trucker’s fingers tightening in my hair took all those thoughts away. The way his body trembled with the flicker of my tongue just beneath the head, the way he panted my name—all of it fueled my ego, pushing me on and on.
“Taji.” He warned. “I’m almost there.”
“That’s kind of the point.” I whispered, bracing my palms on the bed on either side of his body.
I sucked harder, swirled my tongue around him, tickled the head until his hand fell away from my hair. Exhaling through my nose, I made him come, filling my mouth until it trickled down the sides of my mouth.
“Shit!” Trucker swore. “How do you?—”
Using the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, I kissed up his still clothed body, until I could grin down at him.
“This is going to take more than five minutes.” He panted. “I’m definitely going to be late but I’m not complaining.”
Giggling, I kissed him deeply.
We cuddled in bed until he definitely had to get up.
I made him have to change his pants and boxers, but Trucker didn’t seem to mind.
While he changed, I quickly made him some coffee and a sandwich he could eat while he drove to the station then went back into bed.
“Remember, Taji Sloane, you owe me a date,” he said when he popped back to give me a kiss.
I blushed. “I haven’t forgotten.”
When I tried wrapping my arms around his neck again, Trucker caught my wrists and held them down against the pillow.
He kissed me until my nipples tightened and tingled before reluctantly, rushing down the stairs.
“Don’t forget the coffee and sandwich!” I shouted after him.
“Thank you.”
Blushing, I flopped around on the bed excitedly.
The old me wouldn’t have done what I’d just done with Trucker. I couldn’t believing I’d done that.
And I enjoyed it.
As I dragged a finger against my lips, I could still remember his taste. He’d came hard in my mouth, and I thought for sure I wouldn’t have been a fan of that.
But as the memory of his tanginess on my tongue swirled through my mind, I realized I was into that—I was into tasting him until he filled my mouth and spilled hot and sticky down my skin.
After a while longer, though my body was sore, I climbed out of bed and changed the sheets. Our little fun had stained them.Blushing the entire time, I replaced the sheets and brought the soiled ones to the washer.
Ensuring it was a full load, I added detergent and stated the machine, leaning my back against it as it started to tremor with work.
It felt like Trucker’s muscular body, between my thighs, gyrating into.
I bit on a knuckle, smiling.
Though the temperature rose for the day and there was no rain in the forecast in the near future, I couldn’t spend the entire day indoors dreaming about Trucker. Instead, I made a list of what I needed in the nearby county and headed out of Albright.
I stopped only to buy some gas and send Trucker a text letting him know where I was heading along with a picture of my boobs.
Surprisingly, that made me feel empowered, sexy—like a new self.
Giggling softly, I was on my way.
