Page 62 of Bullseye
“All right.” Pulling my thumb from her mouth, I lift my T-shirt out of the way, and I slip my hands into the sides of my jeans and briefs, pulling them down so that they’re just low enough to expose the full length of my long member.
“Avery…” She exhales deeply and wraps a hand around my shaft. Leaning forward, she kisses me gently on the tip. Licking it like I’m her favorite flavor of lollipop, she laps up the juice that leaks out…
“Damn, Sen…” Sitting back, I let my knees fall open, and my arms rest on the back of the seat, feeling big, powerful, and so-frigging-male right now. There will be time to grab her head and coach her to my rhythm, but first, I’m just going to sit back, enjoy, and see what surprises Seneca Villetrio has in store for me…
Opening her mouth wide, she takes my tip in, licking, and then pulls back. Then, sliding down on me again, this time, she uses her teeth lightly—scraping me ever-so-gently—and it damn near sends me over the edge. Toying with my tip, she licks it again, teasingly.
“Wanna know something?” she asks as she takes one more long lick of my rod from the base, up the shaft, ending with a circle at the tip.
“Yeah?” Right now, she could tell me the damned truck is flying to the moon, and I wouldn’t have the wits about me to argue.
“I’ve never done this before…” Looking up at me from her position over my rod, she smiles.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“It’s true.” Grasping my full width with one hand, she flattens her other hand, so the base of my rod sits between her thumb and forefinger, and then she presses down.
“Shit!” Sitting up, I nearly explode from the force of her hand wedged against my balls as her mouth and tongue work me up and down.
“Oh, damn, Sen…”
My eyes are rolling back, and I start thrusting against her mouth as I grab the back of her head. She moans in response.
“No. No way.” It would be way too easy to finish like this—so, reaching down, I slip my hands under her arms and raise her up.
Smiling, she licks her swollen lips. “Not bad for a first-timer, huh?”
Shit. Sliding my pants all the way down so we have full access, I reach for her and taking her by her small waist, I drop her onto my lap, lining her up with me. Still holding her by the waist, I bring her down on top of me, filling her with as much of me as she can take. Her eyes close as her head rolls back.
“Oh, Avery…”
I’m damned close, so I move faster than I want to, but she’s right here with me, matching my rhythm. Her hips thrust in time with mine, and as I reach up for her breasts, she puts her warm hands on my shoulders.
“Avery… I’m so close…”
Her muscles tighten and clench as she releases, and I clamp my hands on her hot little ass.
“God, Sen, baby…” Grunting, I let go with a final thrust. “Damn.”
She falls in a heap on top of me and wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close. We don’t speak for whole minutes… just holding each other…
Then, her body shakes and she draws in short, jagged breaths like she’s gasping for air. Holding her away from me, I see the tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Baby, are you okay?”
Nodding, she lets go of a sob, and her body convulses on top of me. Wrapping her up tight in the blanket and laying her down on the seat, I yank my pants back up and lie next to her, holding her close to me.
“Whatever it is, baby, we’ll handle it. Together,” I tell her solemnly. “You don’t have to face this alone. Whatever it is.”
But somehow, from her silence and the tears soaking my T-shirt, I can feel that that is exactly what’s going to happen. She believes she has to face this—whateverthisis—alone.
And sure as I’m lying here, I know the snow is the reason I found her tonight, and if I don’t hold on tight, with the first rays of sunshine, she’ll just disappear again. No one ever said loving Wildfire would be easy, but damn…
I never thought I’d need an act of God or a force of nature to help me do it.
Chapter Sixteen
Bullseye
