Page 64 of Tru Blue
“I’m filling their heads with the good the Lost Boys do. One day they’ll learn the difference between motorcycle clubs and biker gangs. Then he can dress however he wants.”
“I spent my entire childhood making up stories about being everything from a fairy princess to a biker girl, and I didn’t turn out so bad.”
She continued kissing him, and he was seriously reconsidering Winnie the Pooh. There was a fine line between a motorcycle club and a biker gang, and thinking about Lincoln growing up and heading down that path scared the hell out of Truman. Gemma was right, though. Lincoln was too young for Truman to worry about that type of thing—but Truman was enjoying the way she was trying to convince him to give in. He loved when her mouth was on him anywhere, but when she went down on him, he felt even closer to her. Not because of the thrum of erotic pleasures it brought, but because she seemed to enjoy pleasuring him and the control that came with it. Seeing Gemma enjoying anything made life a million times better. Seeing her enjoying him was pure bliss.
She grazed her teeth over his nipple, intensifying the lust coiling low in his core. “He’d be super cute with a bandana on his little head and a Harley shirt and jeans.” She swirled her tongue over his abs, her hands playing over his ribs, trailing lower by the second.
“Gem…” He curled his fingers in the sheets to keep from pushing her lower.
“I have an idea. Let’s make a deal.” She ran her tongue around his belly button, and his cock twitched with anticipation. “How about you let me write an article about you and your artwork—Local Creative Genius Unveiled—and you can choose Linc’s costume?”
She’d been urging him to let her write an article about his artwork for weeks. She was convinced that everyone in Peaceful Harbor would think he was far more talented than he believed himself to be. She even talked about him illustrating children’s books that they would write together. She loved making up stories, too, and said that together their stories would have more interesting twists. What did he know about any of that? He wrote stories for his kids, but other kids might hate them.
“I don’t want the attention,” he said honestly. “Nobody knows about my conviction. I’d rather keep it that way.”
She lowered the waist of his briefs slowly, revealing just the head of his cock, and slid her tongue over the tip. “Hm. What can I do to change your mind about one of those things?” She practically purred every word.
She pressed her hands against his hips, holding his briefs across the center of his cock, and ran her tongue over his sensitive, swollen glans, driving him out of his fucking mind. Using her teeth, she dragged his briefs down, then pulled them off and tossed them to the floor. He rose up, and she pushed him back down.
“Anxious, aren’t we?” she teased.
“You make me crazy.”
A mischievous smile split her lips as she wrapped her warm, slender fingers around his shaft, pulling a groan from his lungs. He greedily watched her slide that naughty tongue of hers over the bead at the tip and gloss it over her lips.
“Holy fuck, Gemma.” He reached for her and she leaned out of his grasp.
“Mine,” she whispered, smiling as she swallowed him to the back of her throat and began working her hand and mouth in quick succession.
His head fell back to the mattress, eyes shut. He rocked into her fist, deeper into her mouth. She kept him nice and slick, working him with a fast, tight grip.
“That’s it, baby. God, your mouth is lethal.”
She lifted her head, releasing his cock to the cooler air, and rolled her hand over the head, then stroked his shaft again. She used tight stokes, easing as she rolled her hot, wet palm over the head, then repeating the scintillating torture, bringing him right to the verge of release before easing again. He opened his eyes, and the daring look in hers told him she knew exactly what she was doing.
“Take your clothes off,” he commanded.
She shook her head, her eyes narrowing, her hair billowing around her beautiful face. “Not yet.”
She dragged her tongue from base to tip. Scooting lower, so she was lying between his legs, she licked his balls, still fisting his cock, working him into a frenzy. She knew how much he loved that, and if she didn’t fuck him soon, he was going to come all over her.
