JUNE
Gabriel Jackson was eating her out. Her brother’s best friend . The man who normally overlooked her every time they interacted. And he was doing it next to the highway, pressed against his car.
As he held her underwear to the side, Gabe’s tongue lapped at her aching pussy, flicking her clit before going back to long strokes of his tongue.
“Stop teasing me, Gabe.” She shoved her hands into his hair and pulled his head against her pelvis. She swore she could feel his smug expression against her pussy before he started alternating between sucking, licking, and—oh my god—nipping the most sensitive bit.
June grinded herself against his face, and his finger circled her entrance. She was so ready for him.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
His finger entered, exploring inside, hitting the spot she needed him to touch just right. Another thick finger joine d the first, and he began fucking her relentlessly with them while the sun dropped beyond the horizon.
She threw her head back against the roof of the car, mouth open in a silent scream. When was the last time she felt this way? Never? A low moan formed in her chest, and she couldn’t keep it from erupting out of her mouth and into the dark night air. A surge of warmth radiated from her middle, out through her limbs.
“Fuck, Gabe. I’m going to…I’m coming,” she squeaked out.
Her breath was coming fast as the heat filled her body, and her legs shook. Gabriel continued on, exactly as he was, and it pushed her over the edge. Her legs spasmed against his head, pinning him between them, and she let out another cry of his name.
When her body relaxed, Gabe dragged his tongue one last time against her pussy and pulled his fingers from inside her. He stood up, gently releasing her from the side of the car, and looked her straight in the eyes. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking her off them, and then licked her juices off his lips.
Holy shit.
He looked at her with a lust she could only fantasize about. Body still pressed to hers, his cock was hard against her stomach. She moved her hands down to the impressive bulge in his pants, intent on giving him a turn. Gabe pushed her hands away, gripping each wrist, and restrained them at her sides.
“We need to find a fucking motel,” he said, desire filling his tone.
“I should take care of you first.” She looked down at his erection, straining against the inside of his jeans. God, it looked painful. She had an overwhelming urge to take care of it, to wrap her lips around him and make him equally blissed out.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, still holding her wrists down so she wasn’t able to touch him. Inhaling her scent, he licked up the side of her neck. “Then get on your knees.”
She dropped to the ground, ignoring the bite of the pavement on her skin, and wasted no time undoing his jeans and tugging them down, along with his underwear.
Starting with long, slow licks from top to bottom, she took her time tasting Gabe. After all the years of secretly pining for him, he was hers to play with. She swallowed him, deepthroating his thick cock, licking the base of it when he was seated as far back as he could go in her mouth. Gazing up at him, she saw the lust written all over his face.
“Holy fuck. Keep doing that. Exactly that,” he groaned.
Moaning around his erection, she took it in and out, sucking, licking, letting her saliva coat every inch. He grew even firmer in her mouth, and she kept pace, wanting to bring him to his release more than she’d wanted anything in a long time.
Gabe pulled out and caught his breath, helping her to her feet. “I love the feel of your lips around my cock, sweetheart, but I need to bury myself so far inside you, you forget your own name,” he said.
She let out an involuntary moan and said, “What are we waiting for?”
GAbrIEL
He didn’t care how run-down or beat-up the motel was. The first one he came across, he was pulling over and taking June inside to fuck. He’d passed off-limits a while ago and had no desire to go back. She was her own woman, could make her own decisions, and he would deal with explaining himself to Matt another time.
Right now, the erection in his jeans was begging to be let out. The thought of her bouncing on it raced through his mind. It’s all he could do not to bust while behind the wheel. June writhing in the seat next to him, whimpering, was not helping the situation.
He’d ordered her to touch herself while they drove. No way he wa s letting her come down from the high she’d just experienced. He wanted her on edge and clawing at him the moment they crossed the threshold to their room.
Lucky for him, they came across a roadside motel only a few kilometers down the road. Approaching midnight, it was quiet on the road, with no movement outside the motel. He pulled in front of the entrance, told June to keep touching herself, and ran inside to get a room.
They only had a king suite left, whatever that might be in a place like this, and that suited him fine. He paid, grabbed the room key, and hustled back to the car.
Pulling up in front of their room, it took all his willpower not to manhandle June out of her seat. She got out and went to grab her bag out of the back, but he stopped her.
“We can grab those later,” he grunted, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. She giggled as he made his way to the door, all but kicking it open to get her inside.
He didn’t bother with the lights. The open curtains let in enough moonlight to make out the bed. He stumbled out of his shoes, threw June down on the mattress, and climbed on top of her. Their mouths collided, and he could finally breathe her in again. The kiss was urgent and full of need, and it was seconds before his pants were b eing unzipped and the waistband of his briefs pushed down.
His cock sprung out, heavy and thick, pre-cum already soaking the tip. June’s hands took him and stroked.
“Fuck, June,” he gritted out from between his teeth. His jaw clenched shut. Her touch was so good, so right. Why didn’t he realize this earlier? June had been hovering around his life for years. How was it only now that his cock had been in her delicate hands?
He pulled back from her and worked off his jeans and underwear. With one skilled movement, he yanked his shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor. June watched, gaze locked on his body. He wasn’t a gym rat, but he took care of himself, and he saw how she appreciated it.
Grabbing her legs, Gabriel pulled her down to the foot of the bed. Her flip-flops were already on the floor, so he reached up with both hands and tugged at her skimpy panties. She arched her back and lifted her hips off the bed, allowing him to slide the fabric off her body.
“Fucking hell, June,” he growled. Her pussy was on full display. Pink, wet, wanting. Primed and ready for him, dripping down her thighs. Something snapped inside of him.
Unable to wait any longer, he grabbed the hem of her sundress and tore up the side seam, ripping it from bottom to top.
“Gabe!” she gasped.
The sound only made him more frenzied, and he discarded the fabric as if it offended him.
Both fully exposed to each other, June grabbed his throbbing cock and wasted no time guiding him between her thighs. She tucked the head of it inside of her.
“Condom?” he asked, not wanting to presume anything.
She shook her head, panting with excitement. “I want you bare. Now.”
If he thought he was in a frenzy before, this was on another level. The need to take her—bare—overcame him. He pushed in as far as he could go, not waiting for her to get used to his considerable size. She was already soaked, and he knew there would be little resistance. The painful stretch of him inside her would be a welcome sensation.
“God, June. You’re so slick,” he grunted as he pumped, lust filling him to the brim.
He wasn’t lying. She was hot and slippery around him, and he filled all of her as she bucked on the bed beneath him.
“I need you,” she moaned, her hands reaching up and grabbing at his shoulders, pulling him against her.
Her bare skin pressed against his in a sweaty mess. Fingernails dug into his skin, and he let out a groan. Never did he think she’d be a little hellcat, but he liked it.
She gripped him and met his deep, unrestrained thrusts. He bit down on her neck, giving it right back to her.
“Gabe!” She called out his name so loudly, he was sure she’d wake the guests next door.
Like he gave a damn. Let them wake up. The whole fucking motel should hear his name on her lips.
She pushed at him, and he pulled back, just enough to look in her eyes.
She licked her lips. “I want to be on top.”
Grabbing her around the waist, he hauled her further up the bed and maneuvered her so she was straddling him. He leaned against the headboard so their bodies could remain close. He didn’t want to have a second where their skin wasn’t hot against each other.
She was grinding on him, lifting and sliding back down the full length of his shaft. Bouncing. She was bouncing on his cock. The movement of her tits was mesmerizing. Fucking hell.
Fingers still digging into his shoulders, she rode him with abandon. The tempo of her hips was urgent and desperate, and he held on tight to help her keep pace. Her mouth met his, and he fucked her with his tongue. He w asn’t normally a vocal guy in bed, but something about her brought it out of him.
“Fucking yes, June,” he moaned into her mouth, fully letting go. Her hips were pumping faster and faster, consuming him with increasing ferocity. She felt so good. She looked so good.
So. Fucking. Good.
“Just like that, sweetheart. You know how to make it feel just right,” he cooed in her ear. His words spurred her on, and she scraped her nails down his chest. The touch was electric, sending sparks of energy across his body. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he flipped her onto her back. As much as he loved to watch her ride him with abandon, he liked to be in charge more.
“Spread your legs. I’m gonna get so fucking deep, you’ll see stars.” Her legs loosened underneath his body, opening wider for him. “That’s it. Good girl. Can you feel how wet you are for me? Every time I slide out of you, your sweet pussy gets wetter. Every time I slide inside of you, your tight cunt squeezes my cock. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking felt.”
Her gaze locked on him. “Tell me I’m a good girl again.”
Fuck. She was into his dirty talk, and he fucking loved it.
His fingers slid down between their bodies and found her clit, swollen and slick. He moaned into her neck as he touched it—circling it, flicking it back and forth. Her b ody arched with his touch, and her breath came in rapid bursts. Their chests heaved against one another. The way she responded to his touch drove him wild, and he was getting close to his peak.
“Good girls come all over my cock. Can you be a good girl and soak my dick?” he groaned in her ear. He never wanted something so much. Never needed something so much.
With his words, June pulsed and shuddered beneath him. Her legs shook, and she called out his name with such passion it felt like all the air had been sucked from the room.
“Such a good fucking girl for me.” The words came out husky, and he gripped the sheets with both hands, pulling himself roughly inside of her over and over with increasing urgency. He grunted out his orgasm, filling her, drenching her insides again and again as his cock emptied itself.
He fell on top of June, both still breathing heavily. Sliding down her body, he sucked on her tits. Perfect tits.
She stretched out, elongating her form. He made his way down her body, kissing every inch of her skin. Down at her pretty pink pussy, he saw his cum drip out of her. She’d let him come inside of her. The fact turned him on immensely, and he had a hard time not getting, well, hard at the sight of it. Who was this girl?
She angled to grab the tissues off the nightstand, but he stopp ed her with a hand against her soft belly. He kneeled and plucked a couple tissues out of the box, and he spread her legs.
“You don’t have to do that,” June said, not looking him in the eye.
“I don’t have to, but I want to.” Cleaning her with care, he took the time to memorize how she looked stretched out and bare on the bed before him.
All these years, she’d tried to get to know him, and he’d only ever thought of her as his best friend’s hot, haphazard sister when she was clearly so much more. He wanted to make this work. But did she?