Page 51 of A Love That Broke Us
I force my gaze forward, my heart racing as she swirls her tongue over the head, then drags it up the length of me before cradling my balls in her fingertips. My abs flex, a groan slipping from my throat.
She flicks her tongue over the sensitive ridge, then finally—finally wraps her lips around me, lowering down slow and deep.
“Fuuuuck. That feels so good.”
She hums around me, the vibration sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my spine. Her hand tightens around my base as she works me deeper, hollowing her cheeks, sucking just right.
My fingers flex against the wheel, vision blurring for half a second. I should pull over, let her do this properly, maybe get her off too.
But is it reallyroad headif you stop the car? Feels like cheating.
She does something with her tongue—suction, pressure, a twist of both—and I inhale sharply, my body tensing. Shit. It’s so good. Too fucking good.
“Goddamn, baby, you’re my fucking queen.”
She picks up the pace, her head moving faster, working me with expert precision. My right hand falls to her back, slipping into her pants, gripping her ass—needing to touch her.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, my chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.I have to focus. I have to?—
She flicks her tongue, her lips tightening around me, and she moans as she sucks my length deep, sending a bolt of pleasure straight through me. Then she slips a finger past my balls, applying just the right amount of pressure.
I swear to God, I almost black out.
“Shit, baby, I’m gonna come.” My muscles lock up, my grip tightening on her, ready to pull back?—
But she doesn’t stop. She takes me deeper. Takes all of me.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
She’s never done this. Never let me come in her mouth.
A groan tears from my throat as my climax rips through me like a goddamn hurricane—consuming, destructive—so good I can barely keep my eyes on the road.
When she finally pulls off, she wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb and grins as she reaches for her water.
I’m still catching my breath. “Al.” I shake my head, grinning. “That was incredible. And really fucking cool of you.”
She laughs, leaning in for a kiss. “It wasn’t so bad, honestly. I expected it to be so much worse.”
A low chuckle rumbles in my chest. “Well, for the record, I fully support this new chapter in our relationship.”
I weave my fingers between hers, my grip firm, my heart still pounding faster than normal.
The road stretches ahead, and my eyes shift between the highway and the woman beside me—Alley. My beautiful, fucking perfect fiancée. A slow grin tugs at my lips as I lift her hand to my lips.
I’m a lucky son of a bitch.
Two hours later,we pull into the estate, snow falling thick and heavy, coating everything in white. It started about thirty minutes ago and hasn’t let up since. The roads were getting slick as it began to stick, so I’m glad we made it earlier rather than later.
Two cars sit side by side in the driveway—Kevin and Jeff’s.
“Looks like we beat Matt and Jordan,” I say, putting the car in park next to Kevin’s Range Rover.
A few minutes later, we’re rolling our luggage into the living room. Warmth hits my face the second we step inside. The fire’s raging, and the whole cabin smells like burning pine with whatever candle Megan’s lit this time.
Matt’s parents come here often and keep this place stocked like they’re prepping for the apocalypse. There’s neatly stacked logs beside the sleek black fireplace, and I know the cabinets will be full of snacks and supplies.
Kevin’s already sprawled in the armchair, one leg hooked over the side like he owns the place. Amber’s curled up on the couch with a book, Jeff’s in the kitchen mixing a drink, and Megan scrolls through her phone. It’s the same setup as always.
