Page 74 of Kiss and Make Love

JUNE

Gabriel Jackson was eating her out. Her brother’sbest friend. The man who normally overlooked her every time they interacted. And he was doing it next to the highway, pressed against his car.

As he held her underwear to the side, Gabe’s tongue lapped at her aching pussy, flicking her clit before going back to long strokes of his tongue.

“Stop teasing me, Gabe.” She shoved her hands into his hair and pulled his head against her pelvis. She swore she could feel his smug expression against her pussy before he started alternating between sucking, licking, and—oh my god—nipping the most sensitive bit.

June grinded herself against his face, and his finger circled her entrance. She was so ready for him.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

His finger entered, exploring inside, hitting the spot she needed him to touch just right. Another thick finger joined the first, and he began fucking her relentlessly with them while the sun dropped beyond the horizon.

She threw her head back against the roof of the car, mouth open in a silent scream. When was the last time she felt this way? Never? A low moan formed in her chest, and she couldn’t keep it from erupting out of her mouth and into the dark night air. A surge of warmth radiated from her middle, out through her limbs.

“Fuck, Gabe. I’m going to…I’m coming,” she squeaked out.

Her breath was coming fast as the heat filled her body, and her legs shook. Gabriel continued on, exactly as he was, and it pushed her over the edge. Her legs spasmed against his head, pinning him between them, and she let out another cry of his name.

When her body relaxed, Gabe dragged his tongue one last time against her pussy and pulled his fingers from inside her. He stood up, gently releasing her from the side of the car, and looked her straight in the eyes. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking her off them, and then licked her juices off his lips.

Holy shit.

He looked at her with a lust she could only fantasize about. Body still pressed to hers, his cock was hard against her stomach. She moved her hands down to the impressive bulge in his pants, intent on giving him a turn. Gabepushed her hands away, gripping each wrist, and restrained them at her sides.

“We need to find a fucking motel,” he said, desire filling his tone.

“I should take care of you first.” She looked down at his erection, straining against the inside of his jeans. God, it looked painful. She had an overwhelming urge to take care of it, to wrap her lips around him and make him equally blissed out.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, still holding her wrists down so she wasn’t able to touch him. Inhaling her scent, he licked up the side of her neck. “Then get on your knees.”

She dropped to the ground, ignoring the bite of the pavement on her skin, and wasted no time undoing his jeans and tugging them down, along with his underwear.

Starting with long, slow licks from top to bottom, she took her time tasting Gabe. After all the years of secretly pining for him, he was hers to play with. She swallowed him, deepthroating his thick cock, licking the base of it when he was seated as far back as he could go in her mouth. Gazing up at him, she saw the lust written all over his face.

“Holy fuck. Keep doing that. Exactly that,” he groaned.

Moaning around his erection, she took it in and out, sucking, licking, letting her saliva coat every inch. He grew evenfirmer in her mouth, and she kept pace, wanting to bring him to his release more than she’d wanted anything in a long time.

Gabe pulled out and caught his breath, helping her to her feet. “I love the feel of your lips around my cock, sweetheart, but I need to bury myself so far inside you, you forget your own name,” he said.

She let out an involuntary moan and said, “What are we waiting for?”

GABRIEL

He didn’t care how run-down or beat-up the motel was. The first one he came across, he was pulling over and taking June inside to fuck. He’d passedoff-limitsa while ago and had no desire to go back. She was her own woman, could make her own decisions, and he would deal with explaining himself to Matt another time.

Right now, the erection in his jeans was begging to be let out. The thought of her bouncing on it raced through his mind. It’s all he could do not to bust while behind the wheel. June writhing in the seat next to him, whimpering, was not helping the situation.

He’d ordered her to touch herself while they drove. No way he was letting her come down from the high she’d just experienced. He wanted her on edge and clawing at him the moment they crossed the threshold to their room.

Lucky for him, they came across a roadside motel only a few kilometers down the road. Approaching midnight, it was quiet on the road, with no movement outside the motel. He pulled in front of the entrance, told June to keep touching herself, and ran inside to get a room.

They only had a king suite left, whatever that might be in a place like this, and that suited him fine. He paid, grabbed the room key, and hustled back to the car.

Pulling up in front of their room, it took all his willpower not to manhandle June out of her seat. She got out and went to grab her bag out of the back, but he stopped her.

“We can grab those later,” he grunted, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. She giggled as he made his way to the door, all but kicking it open to get her inside.

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