The Best Goodbye

He let out a groan and moved back off me until he was sitting up. I hurried to move to my knees beside him before he changed his mind. “Didn’t mean for you to do this, but fuck me if I can turn you down when you ask like that.”

I quickly got his jeans down until I had him bare in my hands. He hissed through his teeth again, and his head hit the back of the seat, but he didn’t take his eyes off me. I liked knowing he wanted to watch me do this. Lowering my mouth, I kissed the tip, and he trembled under my touch. I loved the power it gave me.

I wanted to make him tremble. I wanted him to come apart from my mouth the way I had done for him. The idea excited me, and I felt the heat between my legs begin to tingle again. I moved my legs slightly apart and gripped the base of his cock with one hand, then slid my other hand between my own legs to tease the sweet ache that was back.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, and I looked up to see him watching me touch myself. “I’ll fucking come just watching that, baby.”

Smiling, I slid my lips down him until the head hit the back of my throat, making me gag.

“Easy, baby. Don’t hurt yourself. I don’t want you to do that.” The concern in his voice was laced with a thickness that told me that as much as he didn’t want me hurting myself, he was enjoying it, too.

I sucked hard as I pulled him from my mouth with a pop. “I like it that way,” I told him, then took him back into my mouth while his own went slack.

He was completely in my power.

Captain

I like it that way.

What the fuck did that mean? She’d said she hadn’t been with anyone else, and the last time she did this, she didn’t gag herself. I watched her as the head of my swollen cock slid into her throat. At the moment, I couldn’t fucking worry about what she meant.

God, she was gorgeous.

I shifted my attention to the hand she had between her open thighs, and my dick throbbed in her tight, hot mouth. Never had a blow job felt this damn good. She wasn’t an expert, but the fact that she was giving it everything she had, while her round ass was up in the air as she got herself off, was making this my own personal fantasy come true.

She moaned, and the vibration made me clench my abs in an attempt to keep from going off in her mouth. I couldn’t do that to her. I never did back when we were younger.

Her tongue came out and flicked my sensitive head, and I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her off me. “I’m gonna come,” I panted, needing to keep from shooting off in her face.

She looked up at me as she shoved my cock down her throat, just as she got off on her hand, trembling and moaning. I lost it. Holding her head but not wanting her to stop now, I shot my release down her throat, and she took it all, not once coming up or gagging.

“Fuck, Addy, fuck, baby,” I growled as the pleasure rocked me. Watching her take all of me had me wanting to turn this dirty. The kind of dirty I liked. The idea only made my cock twitch back to life as she slowly pulled her lips up and let me go with a smile before she licked the little that had leaked out.

The pleased smile on her face was so damn adorable. I reached for the hand that had been between her legs and grabbed her wrist, bringing it to my mouth so I could suck her fingers.

“Oh,” she murmured, watching me, her thighs still open as she knelt on the seat, watching me.

When I had her fingers clean, I dropped her hand and asked the one thing I really fucking needed to know but was afraid to ask. “How did you know you liked to gag?” I asked.

She frowned at first, then understanding dawned on her, and she grinned, ducking her head shyly. How could she get shy on me now, after all this? “Just because I haven’t been with another man doesn’t mean I haven’t used my imagination to get some release.”

I wasn’t sure I liked that answer. “And who were you picturing?” I asked, still needing to hear it had only been me. Even if that was unfair, I couldn’t help it.

With the most sincere expression I’d ever seen, she said simply, “You. Who else would I fantasize over?”

I reached for her and pulled her onto my lap and claimed her mouth.

When she pressed her wet, bare pussy over my semihard cock, I had to break the kiss to move her back. If she did that, I’d end up fucking her right here in the backseat, and we’d be in this truck all night. That wasn’t where I wanted us to be the first time we slept together again. She deserved more. I’d already let her suck me off. I had to control myself. She wasn’t some slut. She was my Addy.

“No. Not here. Not like this.” My voice was affected. The needing ache was impossible to miss. Addy scooted closer as I set her back. Pushing her away went against every instinct I had, but I wasn’t letting it happen this way. I’d hate myself for it. “Addy, baby, not in this damn truck. At least, not the first time.”

“This isn’t the first time, or did you forget?” she asked, tilting her head to the side with a teasing grin.

“I never forgot that. Never will,” I replied, reaching up to cup the side of her face. “Always this face.” I didn’t say more. She knew what I meant. Neither of us needed me to explain.

She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch. “OK,” she whispered.

Needing this woman had never changed for me. When she was a girl, I’d needed her to complete me. So I could survive. Now that I had her in my arms again, I still needed her. This was how it felt to be whole. It had been so long since I had this feeling that I’d forgotten what it was like.