Page 143 of Story of My Life
Every muscle in my body went rigid as I fought the urge to come right then and there.
Hazel was on her hands and knees, bottomless, in the back seat of my truck, giving me the blow job of a lifetime. I wasdangerously close to losing my mind, my heart, and my grip on reality.
She gripped the base of my shaft in one hand while her mouth did unspeakably amazing things to the rest.
I’d wanted to regain control, to squash those strange, complicated feelings she’d been making me feel. Yet here I was, practically levitating off the seat, wanting desperately to come now and not yet because there was more I wanted to give her. The woman was a romance novel–writing witch, and I was under her spell.
She took me to the back of her throat, and the guttural growl I produced clawed its way out of my throat. I was seeing stars behind my eyelids. Stars with a fucking Fourth of July’s worth of fireworks.
My balls tightened, and I knew I was about to lose it.
With every ounce of self-control I could muster, I grabbed Hazel by the shoulders and forced that sinful mouth off my dick. She released it with a pop and a pout. “What?—”
But now wasn’t the time to talk.
“Come here, baby.” I hoisted her onto my lap and proceeded to frantically feel around for my wallet with virgin teenager desperation.
Condom secured, I tossed my wallet on the floor and ripped the foil packet.
“Gimme.” She snatched the condom out of my hand and rolled it down my shaft.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned as her hand took me right up to the edge of orgasm.
I closed my hand over hers and gritted my teeth until the worst—or best—of the sensation faded enough that I didn’t think I was about to embarrass myself.
“Hold on to me,” I demanded.
“Okey dokey,” she said, gamely tightening her grip on my cock.
“Not. There,” I hissed and moved her hands to my shoulders.
I hooked my fingers in the neckline of her bodysuit and dragged it and the cups of her bra down. She was bared to me and straddling my lap. I was an inch away from taking all the pleasure I needed from her. Blood pounded through my veins. My heartbeat thrummed like I was in the middle of a sprint. I didn’t have the control to deny myself any longer.
I lined my head up with her opening and wasted half a second wishing we didn’t have to be responsible adults so I could experience what she felt like with nothing between us. But that kind of thing was for people in committed, long-term relationships.
Using the soft curves of her hips for leverage, I yanked her down as I thrust up.
I greedily silenced her cry with my own mouth. It wasn’t a kiss so much as a shared open-mouthed gasp as pleasure speared through us both. The pulse of my dick echoed incessantly in my head.More. More. More.But I held still, fully sheathed in her, absorbing the sensations.
Hazel drew in a shaky breath that had her breasts heaving against my chest.
I drew back from her mouth to find one of her pink pebbled nipples.
On a low moan, she dropped her head back, the tail of her hair tickling my hand.
“Cam,” she whispered in a broken, husky plea.
I was powerless against it.
I withdrew slowly, painfully, inch by inch until she was trembling against me. I gave no warning before driving back into her and indulging in a long, hard tug on that delicate peak.
“Ohmygod.” She groaned the words out as if they were one, and I smiled against her breast.
She adjusted her knees and angled herself just so, taking me to the end of her core. And then she rode me.
My hands moved over her, squeezing, stroking, controlling our speed. My mouth worked her nipple until it was a tight, hard bud before moving on to the next one. Her nails dug into my shoulders through my shirt. Her quiet pleas, the heat of her sex enveloping me, the soft curves of her breasts were a temptation I didn’t want to fight.
She rode me harder. There was a distinct thump, and she stilled mid-bounce. “Ow!”
