“Hey,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck as soon as I get out of my SUV. “Did you have fun at the party?”
I encircle her waist with my arms. “I did. Gramps and Ma did too. The only way it could have been better was if I could have kissed my girlfriend in front of everyone.” I dip my lips to hers as a demonstration.
“Sneaking around is kinda fun though, right?”
My right eyebrow hitches up. “Except when your brother almost caught me here last week when he came to take a look at your toilet.”
She winces. “I know. I almost freaked the hell out when he said he forgot a wrench and wanted to grab one from my garage.”
“Where my vehicle was parked,” I add dryly. “And while I was hiding naked in your closet. We should just tell him. I want to be with you out in the open.”
“I do too, but he’s your teammate, and I know how something like this could screw up your team vibe. After hockey season is over, we can tell everyone,” she promises.
It’s frustrating for me, but she’s probably right. “Why are you waiting in the garage? You need me to fix something else?” I glance up at the light I replaced for her as soon as I noticed it was out, but it’s working fine.
Juliette’s coquettish smile tells me I’m going to like the reason she was waiting out here for me. I know that look, and it always endswith sexy times.
“I’ve never had sex in Betty before.” She bumps her hip against her vehicle and arches an eyebrow.
Yep. I knew it.
“Say less,” I tell her with what I’m sure is the goofiest grin ever as I strip off my shirt.
Juliette laughs and walks around to the side of the van… bus… whatever… and opens the large door, revealing quite a little setup in the back. There’s a large fluffy animal-print blanket, along with pink pillows from her couch. Actually, I’ve been informed more than once that said pillows areraspberry, not pink. Whatever.
“There’s something else I want to try,” she tells me. “It’s for a book and I need feedback on whether or not it’s as good as it’s described online.”
“Whatever it is, I’ll make it good for you, baby,” I swear, crawling into the back and leaning on my side in a Sexy Bunny pose that makes her laugh. I pat the spot on the blanket beside me. “Tell me what you need.”
Her pretty teeth scrape over her bottom lip. “Actually, sweetie, I’m going to make it good foryou.”
Five minutes later, my entire world view changes. “Jesus fucking Christ, Juliette. Oh god….”
My vision has gone black around the edges, and I can no longer feel any of my extremities. And I might be bleeding from the ears from the effort of holding back this orgasm.
Juliette is between my legs with my cock in her mouth. And yes, that’s usually enough to blow my mind, but mother of all that’s good and holy… This is on another level.
She rests the Altoid mint on her tongue and slides it up and down the bottom side of my dick as she bobs her head.
“I’m coming,” I groan. “Again.”
Yes, I fucking came already, and now I’m about to bust another nut in her sweet mouth. Don’t fucking judge me until you’ve experienced it because the cool tingles the mint produces combined with the heat of her mouth? It will be eternally etched on my soul.
She’s not even taking me particularly deeply, but it doesn’t matter. I spill into her mouth for a second time, and my vision goes all the way black. I think she killed me, but what a way to go.
I open my eyes and find Juliette kneeling beside me, her hand stroking my hair. “How long was I out?” I rasp.
“Only about ten seconds. Are you okay?” I nod, and she asks, “How was it?”
“How was it?” I repeat, trying to raise my head to look at her incredulously, but it flops back down to the pillow. I stare at the ceiling and chuckle. “It was phenomenal, dream girl. Like, the best head ever.”
“Hmmm.” She grabs her sparkly pink notebook and seems to be speaking to herself as she takes notes. “Lost consciousness for approximately ten seconds. Skin of the face is pale and clammy. Two consecutive orgasms.” Then she looks at me and taps the matching pen against her lips. “What specifically did it feel like on your penis?”
“Baby, I can barely talk right now. I feel like I have a concussion. Can we do this little exit interview after some of my bodily fluids have been replenished?”
Her eyes round. “Oh shit. I’m so sorry. That was thoughtless of me. I brought a Gatorade.” She reaches into a small cooler and produces a bottle before cracking the lid open and holding it to my lips, supporting the back of my head with her other hand.
After a few long swallows, I determine that I’m probably not paralyzed for life and give her a smile. “Better, but do you have any more of those Altoids?”
