Chapter 23 #2
His gaze shot to mine, and I couldn’t resist issuing a challenge with a flick of my eyebrow, running my tongue over my lower lip. He swallowed thickly. “Haven’t broken one yet.”
“Good. Then I’m here to collect.” I pushed off the wall, grabbed his hand, and tugged him into the empty stall across from Alibi’s that he had just finished mucking out, swiping a freshly washed saddle pad from the stack as I went.
“Lennon.” His voice was low and rough. “Someone might see.”
“Look around. One horse, zero people.” I slid the stall door closed. It came up to my chest. “Anyway, someone might see you. They won’t see me.”
His brow furrowed. “What—”
I spread the blanket right next to the door and pressed his shoulders to turn him perpendicular. “Turn this way. Back against the wall, Jeremiah. You’re going to need it.” I rolled up on my toes to press a kiss to the hinge of his jaw. “I fully intend to make your legs shake.”
And then I dropped to my knees in front of him.
His lips parted as he took an audible breath. He didn’t say a word as he stared down at me with focused intensity. I couldn’t read his expression. He wasn’t…oh, god. He wasn’t going to turn me down, was he? I would be forced to join a convent for real.
And then his throat worked on a swallow and he reached for his belt. There was a faint tremor in his hands as he slowly undid the buckle and flipped open the fly of his jeans. His cock tented his boxers, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
I tucked my fingers around the waistband of his jeans and boxers and dragged both together down his hips and thighs.
His dick sprang free, hard and ready for me.
I rocked back on my heels to admire him.
Fuck, he was beautiful. Short, dense blond curls around the base.
His cock was thick and long, the smooth head rising above his foreskin. Uncut—a first for me.
My gaze flicked up to his and I found him watching me intently, like he wasn’t sure what I would do next. I couldn’t stop my smile. Oh, I was going to enjoy this. I kept my eyes locked on his as I flattened my tongue at the base of his dick and licked up the length of him.
His hips bucked in surprise. “Oh, fuck,” he bit out, so I did it again, with more saliva this time. He made a sound of pure gibberish that wiped my brain clean of everything but him. No stalkers. No danger. Only this man and his gorgeous dick.
I swiped my tongue over his slit, tasted musk and salt, and planted a wet kiss there before parting my lips around him.
When I sucked gently on the tip, his shoulders fell back against the wall, and he groaned.
I purred, taking in more of him. He was big enough that I needed to take my time and go slowly.
I sucked hard as I withdrew, took a breath, then slid my mouth back down, taking a little more each time.
God, he was lovely. And that wasn’t a feeling I normally had about blowjobs. This was different. The sounds he made as I worked him over made me press my thighs together against the ache there. When I cupped his balls in one hand and sucked him deep, his hands shook as they clasped my head.
“Lennon,” he gasped out. He fucked my mouth as I sucked him, his hips undulating. “Lennon, honey.” His hands spasmed on my head, and then he reached a hand down to cup my chin, trying to jerk me away. “Fuck, honey, I’m going to spill.”
Like hell would he rob me of that. I had earned this. I shook my head and sucked deeper, humming my contentment around a mouthful of his cock. “Mmm.”
He made a sound that was half-sob, half-moan.
I lifted my gaze to see him shove the heel of his palm into his mouth and bite down to muffle his shout of pleasure.
With his other hand fisting my hair to hold me in place, he came so hard that I struggled to keep up with him.
He erupted again and again. What I couldn’t swallow dribbled from my lips.
When he finally sagged against the wall, I lifted the hem of my dress and delicately wiped my mouth, then took his softening cock in my palm and gently licked him clean. He watched me through half-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling on labored breaths.
By the time I zipped him back into his jeans and stood up, brushing off my knees, he still hadn’t said a word. His silence was starting to make me nervous.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
His mouth opened and shut a few times like he was struggling to find words before he said, “Men talk about blowjobs a lot. So much that if you haven’t done it before, you might be a little suspicious that they’re making shit up, because nothing can really be that good.
” He shook his head slowly. “I stand corrected. Hell, after that, I don’t think blowjobs are hyped enough.
I wasn’t fuckin’ prepared for that, Lennon. ”
I laughed, feeling proud of myself. “You talk like you never had one before.”
“I haven’t.”
He said the words easily, like they were the god-given truth. I squinted at him, trying to find the joke. “Ha, ha, very funny. What kind of man hasn’t had a blowjob before?”
He rubbed his jaw. “Well, Lennon, I reckon that would be a thirty-eight-year-old virgin.”