Page 118 of Renegade Rift
How the fuck did I get so lucky that I’m getting my dick sucked by this stunning woman while looking out over one of my favorite places?
Juliet’s lips tightening around my shaft pulls me back, and I thrust my hips forward. Then she moans and I look past her lips to where her hand has disappeared beneath the denim of her shorts.
I’m struck by her beauty—mouth wrapped around my cock, taking her own pleasure.
My grip tightens in her hair, and I thrust again, finding the rhythm that will get us both to release. I get lost in the sounds of my panting breath and her gurgling moans. She sucks hard, and I thrust harder, hitting the back of her throat each time. And she takes it. Revels in it.
“You’re fucking amazing, Juliet.” Thrust. “Fuck everything he ever said.” Thrust. “It was all a lie.”
The hand that isn’t working her clit wanders over my thigh, and she digs her fingernails into my aching muscles, no doubt leaving behind little crescent shaped indents. I want this to last aslong as possible, but I’m helpless when she hollows out her cheeks and sucks in a moan.
Juliet watches me like she’s just waiting for the moment I’m going to fall apart.
“I’m going to—” Words are hard. “Are you there too? I need to?—”
She nods eagerly, her brown eyes sparkling with adoration and desire.
“Come for me, love.”
That’s all it takes for us to shatter.
All at the same time, Juliet cries out and shudders her own release while my abdomen clenches and I work three long jerks down her throat, emptying my swollen shaft. She swallows everything I give her, and only when she’s drained every last drop, does she let me free and slumps to the floor.
My vision fades around the corners as I lower myself to the ground and take her in my arms. I smooth my hand over her head and press a kiss to her temple as she comes down from the weight of both our orgasms.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, to which she nods against my chest.
She slips her hand from between her legs, and before she can wrap it around me in a hug, I take her fingers and bring them to my lips.
Juliet tries to protest, but I hear none of it as I lick each of her fingers clean of her arousal. She shutters, watching me, but I’ll never get enough of the taste of her.
I open my mouth to thank her, but bite my cheek to stop myself. I don’t want her to think of this as me thanking her like this is a transaction. Yes, we made a deal, but even without it, I would have wanted to share this moment with her.
So, instead, I settle for praise.
“You were amazing.”
Of course, in true Juliet fashion, she tries to brush it off. “You’re just happy you got to fulfill one of your fantasies.”
“And I may never be able to look up at this scoreboard again without getting hard.”Catching her chin with my thumb and forefinger, I force her to look up at me. “But Juliet, I need you to know. This was about more than the little deal we made.”
“Ford,” she warns, shaking her chin free. “Don’t make this more than it is.”
“But it is more.” And we’re to the point I need her to know that. I’m dying for her to understand that if she told me tomorrow she wanted to be all in, I’d buy a ring and shut that shit down. It’s wild for me to even consider, but more and more I’m convinced she’s it and Bishop was right.
When you know, you know.
“Do we have to talk about it now?” Her confidence wavers and it definitely has mine toeing the line of uneasy.
“We should.” Considering she has my cum dripping from the corner of her mouth and her taste still lingers on my tongue, I’d say we’ve reached a place that we can’t ignore there’s something going on here that isn’t just pretend.
But if she’s not ready, I’ll wait.
I can wait.
“After our third date.” It’s not a question, but I wouldn’t say it’s exactly a confident statement either.
My left brow lifts, and I tilt my head. “After our third date, then.”
