Page 111 of When We Were Reckless
“A pepperoni sausage. Hot and spicy.” She made a sizzling noise and settled back in her seat. I put my hand on her thigh while I drove the winding back roads. We’d taken the scenic route, twice as long with better views.
The sun was setting over the hills and the valley, and the air smelled fresh and sweet. Quinn cranked up the volume on “T-Shirt Weather” and sang along. Slightly off-key, but it didn’t matter. Not even a little bit.
Today was damn near perfect. I didn’t think it could get much better than this.
Two minutes later, I was proved wrong when Quinn leaned over the gearbox, unzipped my pants, and pulled my cock out. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and guided it into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before running the tip of her tongue along the underside.
Jesus. It was a miracle I didn’t drive off the fucking road.
“What are you doing, Sunshine Girl?” My voice was strained because, holy hell, she flattened her tongue and licked me from shaft to tip, hitting every nerve ending. She flicked her tongue over the slit, and my balls tightened.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
I’d forgotten the question.
I held the back of her head and tried to focus on the road. Hard to do when she was sucking my cock, taking me deeper into her warm, wet mouth while she worked me with her hand like she’d done this a million times before.
I groaned when she brought her other hand into the action, cupping and squeezing my balls. I could barely see straight.
She hummed, with my cock in her mouth, sucking on it and her tongue flicking it and her hand squeezing my balls, and the vibration sent me over the edge.
“I’m going to come.” It was a fair warning. The best I could do, considering I was on cloud fucking nine. But she didn’t heed my warning and pull away.
Warm liquid spurted into her mouth, and she drank every last drop of it before she released me and scrambled back into her seat and fastened her seat belt.
It took me a moment to catch my breath enough to speak. I tucked myself back in my pants and looked over at her in the passenger seat, noting the smug smile on her face before she licked her lips like she didn’t want to miss a drop. And that was so fucking sexy. My sweet, innocent sunshine girl with my cum on her lips and down her throat.
“I’d like to thank all those cucumbers you practiced on.”
“Was it okay?” She sounded a bit shy and unsure now.
Was it okay? I nearly laughed. “It was better than okay. It was the best I ever had.”
She smiled, and it was glorious. Like sunshine on a rainy day.
When I pulled up next to the hedges bordering Quinn’s property, as per her instructions because we were still sneaking around like adolescents, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her toward me for a kiss. She tasted like cherry popsicles and me.
“Thanks for today. It was fun,” she said with a smile. I gave her another kiss before she pushed open her door and hopped out of my truck.
As I watched her walk away, barefoot in her tiny cut-offs, her shoes dangling from her fingertips, I thought about how easy it was to be with Quinn.
Easy, in the sense that it felt natural.
My phone buzzed, interrupting my thoughts, and I checked the screen.
Jude: Passing on a message from Noah: Tell Uncle Jesse that Quinn is pretty. And nice. And fun. I’m not even mad that we lost. Well, maybe a little. But Quinn is still cool.
Jude: That’s a thumbs-up from Noah. He approves of your cradle-snatching.Make sure you get her home before curfew.
I laughed as I read it and scrubbed my hand over my face, wishing I could dispute his words.
Me: You’re an ass.
Jude: Good to see you happy again. But just for the record, if a 27-yo so much as looked at my 18-yo daughter, I’d beat the shit out of him.
Lila: Don’t worry, Jesse. I’m on your team. And Gracie can be with any guy she wants. As long as he treats her right.
Jude: Over my dead body.
