Page 77 of A False Start
She tries to meet my eyes and nod with my cock still wedged between her lips. I swear I almost blow at the sight.
“Good girl. You suck me so well.”
Her lips tip up at the compliment before she slides her soft mouth back over my length. On the way back up, her teeth graze gently, and I feel the tell-tale pressure building in my pelvis. “Oh, fuck yeah. Like that again.”
She repeats the motion, and my head falls back against the headrest as my heart races and my lips part. A truck drives by, and I suspect the passenger may have seen what we’re doing.
On one hand, I feel like I could beat my chest. Look at this beautiful girl blowing me.You see that, asshole?But mostly I feel like I’m going to track him down later and kill him.
But when her teeth graze again, my murder plans evaporate. All I can think about is the tight squeeze of her fist around my hilt, the warm, wet heat of her mouth, and my cock butting up against the back of her throat as she takes me all the way back.
Suddenly, I can’t hold back any longer. My pelvis tips up a couple times as I fuck her mouth. “Fuck!” I bark out, surging forward and shooting my release over her tongue.
She keeps sucking—twisting and licking me like I’m a goddamn popsicle. Swallowing like she loves the taste.
I sag back against the seat, stroking her hair and basking in the feel of her taking care of me this way. So eagerly. So playfully.
And when she sits up and smiles at me while daintily wiping the corners of her mouth, I swear I almost have a heart attack. She’s just too fucking much. A special brand of kryptonite made exactly for me.
I never stood a single chance at resisting her.
“Best blow job of my life.”
“Really?” She sounds genuinely excited by that compliment, smile widening and eyes twinkling.
Hand cupped around the base of her skull, I tug her forward, dusting my lips over her puffy, ravaged ones as I say, “Hell yes. That’s one I’ll think about for the rest of my life. I can’t wait to repay the favor.”
When I pull her close and claim her mouth, she shivers. I can taste myself there, but I don’t give a fuck. Kissing her is a privilege that I’ll never take for granted.
“Ready to go, Wildflower?”
She rubs her lips across my beard and smiles against my skin before kissing the bristly hair. “Yes.”
We both take a moment to right ourselves, and then I’m pulling back out onto the road. I place her hand back onto my leg and link my fingers through hers, wanting to maintain whatever contact I can. Like she might slip away from me if I don’t.
Like this is just too good to be true.
When we hit the stop sign where the dirt road joins up with the paved one, Nadia takes a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling with the weight of it. “I wish we were just staying at your house.”
“Me, too.”
“I can see why you like it up here so much. It’s peaceful.”
“It is.” I nod and let out a deep sigh.
“Can I come back up here again?” She peers out the window with a little too much interest, like just asking me that makes her uncomfortable. It’s a failed attempt at being casual.
I swallow. “Yeah. Anytime.”
Her head tilts in my direction. “Do you only speak in sentences with more than two words when you’re on your own property? Just revert to single word answers and grunts the minute you leave?”
I grunt. I’m lost in my head right now.
She laughs.
I roll my eyes, folding my arms across myself. “You’re the one who told me I’m a good listener.”
She nods as I flip the signal light on and check the road again. Even though there’s hardly ever any traffic up here.
