Page 66 of Snap

I wove slowly through the Storm Valley traffic. The further we went. The thicker it got. "I'm starting to think I should have gone with plan A."

"Yeah? What was plan A?" he asked.

"It involved landing a helicopter in the middle of Rapids Stadium." I flashed him a smile while we were stopped at the lights.

"Nothing says subtle like a helicopter on the turf," he remarked.

"Whoever said I was subtle?" I asked. "But you're right, I didn't want to make a spectacle. I mean, not today anyway."

I wanted to spoil him rotten, in every way I knew how. The problem was, all of those ways involve spending a shit load of cash. He was obviously not impressed by money. Whatever I did for him, would have to be special, not just flashy.

That made me like him even more.

"So I guess we're not flying anywhere then," he said slowly. "Because this isn't the way to the airport."

"Maybe that's what I want you to think," I suggested.

"Sneaky, hmmm?" He sounded thoughtful. "You know you don't have to try to impress me. I'm already impressed. You're smart, beautiful, sexy and even if you don't agree, sweet."

"I don't know about any of that, but thank you. You're all of those things too. Especially beautiful."

He snorted. "I'm not sure that's the word I'd use."

"I would." I was falling for him, hard. He was everything I never knew I wanted or needed in a guy. He was…perfect.

I pulled up in front of my apartment building.

"You really live here?" Ollie asked. He cleared his throat. "I just thought—it seemed a little, not like you."

"Yes, I really live here. Dad's place got too small with both of us there. Our personalities take up too much room." His tendency to want to run my life got jarring eventually. Especially since his interest waxed and waned faster than the moon. Moving here gave me the stability I never had, but always craved.

We walked hand-in-hand up to the apartment Dad gave me. The one beside mine.

I unlocked the door.

The place was empty except for a blanket in the middle of the living room floor, a few cushions, a bottle of wine, one of soda, two glasses and my laptop.

"I was thinking you could help me plan the remodel of this place," I said. "The pizza should be here in an hour or so."

I watched his face to gauge his reaction to my idea of a special date. He seemed pleasantly surprised.

"I'd love to. But…" He drew me into his arms. "I think we need to work up an appetite first."

"I like the way you think." I claimed his mouth and kissed him while pulling him down to the blanket. His nice-but-not-fancy clothes made a neat pile on the floor beside mine.

I explored his whole body, unlocking hidden secrets in the hard muscle. Places that make him squirm because my touch tickled. Places that made him groan. The moan he made when I finally lowered my lips over his hard cock was the sweetest sound of all.

"Holy hell." He arched his back, making his hips jut so his cock pressed deeper into my mouth. "That feels…"

I presumed it felt good, because his head dropped back. The only sounds he made were groans and pants. I teased his head with the tip of my tongue and sucked deliberately and firmly. He tasted so good. The salt of his pre-cum was delicious and heady. The feel of his hot, thick cock was pure heaven.

I slid my hand up the inside of his thigh and cupped his balls. They were heavy and tense in my fingers.

"Rubie, I'm going to come," he moaned. He tangled his hand in my hair and held me in place while he thrust up into my mouth.

I looked over to him, silently, giving him permission.

His eyes on mine, he thrust harder, sliding in and out between my lips. He shouted his release, and his balls exploded pearly, sweet cum down my throat.

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