Page 109 of Until Tomorrow
Lol. That’ll make her happy.
Let’s see… she asked if I’d kill a man for her, and there was a request for me to be her personal stripper.
LOREN: You should. You could practice on me.
I should’ve seen that coming. I liked his boldness—and so did my dick from the way it thickened rapidly. Granted, I was still turned on just from spending time with him. This wasn’t exactly how I wanted the night to end.
That’s not helping.
LOREN: Who said I’m trying, baby? The thought of you stripping for me is hot.
My head tipped back against the chair with a frustrated sigh.Yeah, I was hard.There was no denying that.
That’s not helping either.
LOREN: And why is that?
I paused for a moment. Did I play it safe and play it off? Or did I take a chance?
Because I’ve been turned on since the café, and when you talk like that, it doesn’t help the situation.
There. I said it. Probably one of the boldest things I’ve ever told anyone. I was all too aware of the fact that my sex life and sexual preferences were terribly vanilla compared to most. Just like everything else in our lives, Eva and I had grown comfortable with our sex life being simple and stayed there.
But lately? Lately, I wanted more.
My phone lit up with a call from him, sending my heart racing in my chest.
“We can do this one of two ways, baby,” Loren said when I answered the phone. The gruffness of his voice shot straight to my aching dick. I palmed myself through my pants, biting back a desperate moan. “You can stay on the line while I talk you through getting off, so I can hear you come, or we can meet at my office trailer. I have my site set up not too far from your work. It’s up to you, Logan.”
Loren’s construction site wasn’t far from my office as promised. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. Sometimes, I could still surprise myself. Secret rendezvous and sneaking around had never appealed to me, but they sure as hell did now.Especially with Loren.
Loren sat on the steps of his trailer with the door open behind him. His face lit up with a big smile when he saw me. It did things to me. I took the hand he offered and let him lead me inside the dark trailer. Before the door ever shut, I dragged him to me, desperate for a taste of him.
My fingers tangled in his hair, and my tongue drove through his lips. The combination of his rough kiss and the coarseness of his beard was something I’d come to crave.And enjoyed.
He yanked my shirt free, and his calloused hands skated over my sides. I moaned at how his touch heated my skin. My hands smoothed down his back, my fingers digging into his hips. The friction of his hard cock against mine ripped another strangled sound from me.Fuck, I was so riled up for the man.
When I touched the button on his jeans, he grabbed my wrist to stop me.
“You sure?” Loren asked gruffly against my mouth. I nipped at his bottom lip and kept going.
“I want to.”Big first step for me, but I didn’t hesitate either.I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel. Even as I continued, he hooked a finger through my belt and walked me across the room. His legs hit his chair, and he sank into it.
“On your knees, Logan,” he ordered. I did as he asked while he finished what I started, pulling his dick out. He was long and thick as he stroked himself, pre-cum beading on his slit. “Do you like what you see, baby?”
I nodded, words sticking in my throat. My charge-on-ahead attitude began to fade with the anxiety of what if I did this wrong?
“Hey,” his fingers touched my chin, “you can’t screw this up, Logan. Get out of your head, and let yourself enjoy it.”
“Just tell me if I do,” I said a little pathetically.
“Take out your cock, baby,” Loren ordered instead. I sat back on my heels, undoing my belt and pants as he asked. The relief was damn near instant as I freed my aching dick. His thumb traced my bottom lip as he said, “Stroke yourself for me, baby. Make yourself feel good while you suck me. Get close, but don’t come until I do, got it?”
I nodded, a little stunned for words. There was something unbelievably arousing about taking directions from Loren while on my knees for him. It left me speechless.
I did my best to shut down the part of my brain that overthought things too much—to just give in to the feel of it all and let myself enjoy it. The slow and steady build-up of sensations as I fisted my dick like he wanted helped pull me out of my head.
My hand replaced his as I fisted him, stroking him in slow passes. That moan he let out while his eyes slid shut was encouraging. I ran my tongue over his slit, lapping up the pre-cum gathered there. The salty taste of him wasn’t a turn-off. If anything, it spurred me on. I wanted and needed more of him. I traced the ridges of his head with my tongue and trailed it down his length.
