Page 35 of Finding Their Place

“I’m hard as hell with a damp spot on my boxers—call it what you will,” I muttered and roared the engine to life.

She let out a soft, devil-like chuckle while I pulled out of the lot. “I’d call that delicious,” she purred.

“Christ.” I shot her a quick glance.

She leaned toward me, one elbow on the console separating us. “I want a taste.”

“Fucking hell.” I clutched the steering wheel with one hand and pressed the palm of my other down against my aching groin.

“Let me help.” Haley caressed her hand over mine, and I shifted, deciding I didn’t have it in me to wait either. I wanted her hands, her mouth on me with the kind of need that made a person go all tunnel vision, the shit of their day long gone from the mind.

With both sets of my fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, I clenched my jaw and focused on the road while Haley made herself familiar with the bulge in my jeans.

“Mmm,” she hummed appreciation before even popping my button.

“Take me out,” I rasped the demand after three seconds too damn long of her teasing fingers.

“Needy little boy,” she murmured with humor in her voice.

I was hardly little and far from a boy, but something about the nickname sent tingles down my spine and a rush of desperate arousal through my blood. She made me that way—and I fucking loved it.

My hips lifted as she took care of the button and zipper, my abs tightening as she moved her warm, smooth fingers down over my happy trail.

A hiss slid from my lips as she wrapped her hand around my girth and worked my length free from its prison to stick straight up toward my belly button.

“Oh God,” she damn near croaked, her fingers a feather touch up and over my dick. “This gorgeous thing is just as perfect as the rest of you.” Haley’s voice had gone breathless as fuck, and I groaned, shifting my hips upward into her touch.

She un-clicked her seatbelt, and I was too damn horny to give a shit. A shift of her body laid her over the console, and wet heat surrounded my length in one downward motion of her head.

“Christ!” My balls seized, and I clutched at the steering wheel, fighting to keep my foot from pressing harder on the gas pedal. “Jesus—fuck, Haley.”

Cheeks hollowed, she lifted, her tongue swirling on its way up to the aching head.

“Haley…fuck. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

My eyes wanted to roll back, but when she lowered, shoving my throbbing shaft into her throat, they bugged instead.

Curses flooded from my lips as she swallowed, and I shook my head, my entire body on the verge of combustion.

“Too good, Haley…I’m gonna come. Shit.”

“Mmm,” she hummed around me, her soft hand shoving into my jeans to rub my balls.

“Fuck!” Like a damn virgin teen getting his first blow job, I shot off like a geyser, flooding her mouth—struggling like hell to keep my eyelids open, semi-focused on where I drove.

She swallowed without complaint, without gagging, without a single drop of my spunk dribbling onto my groin.

“Fuck. Me.” I groaned, head back, arms stretched out straight to where my knuckles remained white against the steering wheel. At least I’d kept to the speed limit.

“Mmm,” Haley made that goddamn noise again, still rubbing my balls but lifting up to blow her hot breath over my ear. “Distracted?”

Not one thought fluttered through my head.

She snickered and kissed down my jaw. “I’ll take your stunned silence as a yes.”

Longing to turn my head and taste myself on her tongue roared through me, but I held steady. When I claimed her mouth for the first time, she would be my sole focus, and I would devour until sated.

If that was even possible.

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