Chapter 27
Gavin
MIND-BLOWING BLOWJOB
Scottie is killing me.
She stepped out of the pool house this morning in the tiniest denim shorts and some sort of crochet top that looked more like a bra than a shirt.
Her breasts are spilling out, her fair skin is glowing under the morning sun, begging to be touched, to be caressed, and I’m trying my best not to drool all over her.
I’m not sure how I’m expected to drive two straight hours sporting a boner, because my wife is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
And she’s wearing her ring. It’s the first time she’s worn it since our wedding, and I can’t deny the swell of pride in my chest seeing Scottie wear it.
“You’re being quiet. Everything okay?”
I can tell by her tone and the smirk on her face that she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and she also knows I’m far from fine.
“I’m good,” I grit, hands white-knuckling the steering wheel as I take the exit.
“Really? Because you look like you’re upset about something.”
“Nope. All good here.”
She giggles, not buying it one bit.
This woman.
I’m fucking obsessed with her.
She leans forward in her seat, adjusting her top, tossing back her long red hair, and releasing a sexy little sigh that goes straight to my cock.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice out of breath.
She shrugs, hitting me with that doe-eyed stare that makes her look equal parts innocent and seductress. “Retying my halter top. It’s a little loose.”
“Oh yeah?” I swipe at the bead of sweat on my forehead. “Maybe I can help you fix it?”
She looks at me, confused, her brows drawing in. “How can you help—”
Before she can finish her sentence, I take the next exit—not at all part of the plan. A detour. I can’t take it anymore.
“What are you doing?” she asks, laughing.
The timing worked out perfectly because it’s mostly farmland. I pull alongside the river, concealed by overgrown trees, no cars in sight.
“I’m breaking the rules.” I press the release button on her seatbelt, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her toward me, over the middle console.
She giggles and squeals, but the minute our bodies make contact, she falls right into place, thighs on either side of my legs, arms crossed around my neck, chest flush with mine. Not wasting another second, my lips crash into hers.
It’s like I was dying—like I was seconds away from losing my goddamn mind unless I touched her, tasted her, kissed her, felt her body against mine.
My hands scramble, roaming all over her—the dip in her waist, the curve of her perky little ass, the line of her spine. All of me lights up at once.
Our tongues tangle, hers meeting mine with just as much enthusiasm.
I expected her to pull away, to slow us down, to push back, but she’s right here with me, like she needs me as badly as I need her.
And fuck, I hope so. We kiss, time pausing, just our breaths passing between us, lost in one another.
I don’t care that we’re in public, that anyone could catch us—that rational part of my brain died the moment I took this exit.
My hands circle around her neck, untying the flimsy little string barely holding her top together. And like I’m unwrapping a present, the top unravels, her breasts falling out. My mouth immediately salivates.
“Be a good wife and feed me those tits,” I rasp, my control hanging on by a thread.
She pushes her chest to me, rising to shove her breasts in my face.
This must be heaven. Surrounded by her soft, pillowy wonders. I could live in here, die in here, spend the rest of my fucking life within the confines of her perfect breasts.
My hands grab a handful of each, massaging, pinching, flicking at her pebbled nipples. I give each one a suck, a bite, a tug with my teeth, my tongue circling the darkened rosy skin. Her back arches into me, lips spilling a tangle of moans and sighs. And I wonder if I can make her cum like this.
The warmth of her pussy surrounds my cock, grinding over the hardness of my erection, and despite our clothes, I can feel the moisture building at her center.
“Someone’s eager,” she teases.
I swirl my tongue over the pulse in her neck, sucking on it. “You have no idea.”
She giggles, her head falling back, giving me more access to the creamy expanse of her throat, as her fingers fiddle with my belt, undoing it, unbuttoning my jeans, and slipping her hand inside my boxer briefs.
“You’re so hard,” she muses, her hand wrapping around my length.
“I’m always hard for you.” It’s the pathetic truth and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
Her warm breath dusts over my ear, her sexy voice a soft whisper. “Let me help you with that. What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t take care of my husband’s needs?”
Before I can comprehend what’s happening, she’s scooted off me, knees resting on the passenger seat, ass perched in the air, body sprawled over the center console, and her head bent over my lap.
“Scottie, you don’t have to.”
She looks up at me through her lashes, her tongue running over her top lip. “But I want to. I want to please you.”
I brush my thumb over her temple, smoothing her hair back. “Being next to you pleases me.”
She shakes her head, a wicked little smile settling on her lips. “Just sit back and relax while I suck your cock. I want your cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
Jesus Christ. How can I say no to that? It should be a sin how good it sounds hearing her delicate, smooth voice say the filthiest things.
She pulls at my briefs, reaching for my cock.
It springs free, a bead of pre-cum sitting at the tip.
When her mouth settles over the head, sucking up that bit of moisture, I nearly blow my load.
The tight, wet heat of her mouth, the way her cheeks are hollowed, lips puffy—it’s a fucking sight, and one I’ll have at the forefront of my mind the next time I jerk my cock to thoughts of Scottie.
She’s always beautiful, but she’s a fucking sight to behold with my cock in her mouth.
Her mouth eases up, a dribble of saliva gathering in the corner of her lips as her gaze meets mine. So goddamn gorgeous.
“How do you like it? I want to make sure this is good for you?”
I huff out a laugh. How could she think she’s doing anything wrong? That this isn’t the best blowjob I’ve ever experienced?
“Everything you’re doing is perfect. You’re perfect. I’m going to have to start reciting the alphabet backwards in my head or I’m going to come in less than a minute.”
Satisfied with my answer, she drags her tongue down my shaft, her hand gently rubbing my balls, before she takes my cock in her mouth—this time the tip hitting the back of her throat.
With her eyes on me, they turn shiny with tears as she goes deeper, eliciting a choking noise that has my eyes rolling back.
“Oh, fuck, baby, just like that. So fucking good.”
My praise must spark something within her, because her speed increases, lips slipping up and down my rock-hard length, moisture pouring from the corners of her mouth, eyes red and teary.
She’s stunning, a fantasy come to life, my dream girl sucking my cock like she’s been craving it—like it’s all she wants, like it belongs to her.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her.
Her hand moves up and down my shaft as her mouth works over me, the blue stone of her ring catching on the sunlight as the ridges of the band scrape against my skin.
The sounds are sloppy and frantic. The base of my spine contracts, heat spreading as my balls twitch, the most euphoric orgasm rolling over me, cum shooting out.
It’s endless—longer than any release I’ve ever had.
When it’s over, my body is spent and satisfied.
Scottie sits up, her eyes locked to mine as she wipes at the corners of her lips, sucking the remnants of my cum off the tips of her fingers.
The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You like the way I taste?” I ask, as I tuck myself back in.
She nods eagerly, crawling back over to straddle me. Her breath is still uneven, her cheeks flushed pink, lips kiss-bruised and swollen. I’m still trying to remember how to breathe, how to think, how to exist.
Her lips meet mine, hungry, frenzied. I can taste my release on her tongue, and fuck if it doesn’t have me starting to get hard again.
She pulls back, eyes meeting mine, dazzling. “That was fun.”
“You sucked the soul out of me.”
She looks proud of herself.
As she should be.
“I couldn’t help myself.” She places a soft peck to the corner of my lips.
“My husband has such a magnificent cock.” She giggles, peppering kisses along my face.
“And the sexiest eyes.” More kisses. “The best, most talented hands.” Her tongue licks at my jaw.
“He’s really pretty perfect.” She kisses down the column of my neck.
My heart is a drum, beating fast and hard. I never—not in my wildest dreams—imagined this. Scottie praising me, complimenting me, making me feel like I’m actually cherished and cared for.
This feeling, this warmth blooming in my chest—it’s more than a crush, more than attraction and chemistry—everything about Scottie is more.
I’m in love with her.
Maybe it came on fast, but the build was decades in the making. Years of quietly standing back, trying not to want her, going to the furthest corners of the earth to make it go away.
None of it mattered.
Every road still led back to Scottie.
“What’s that look for?” she asks. “Still recovering from my mind-blowing blowjob?” She waggles her brows and I can’t help but laugh.
God, I’m so fucking in love with her.
“We should probably get back on the road,” she says, though she makes no move to leave my lap.
“Probably,” I agree, making no move either.
We stay like that for another beat. Maybe two. Maybe a lifetime.
Then she gently reties her halter top, like my world didn’t just tilt, and climbs back into her seat. I fix my hair. She smooths hers. I start the car again.
She looks out the window, a small smile tugging at her lips.
I grip the steering wheel, still trying to steady my pulse, and all I can think is:
I’m done for.
I’m absolutely done for.