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I closethe door to our room and turn around to find Lucy undressing. A couple of days ago, this girl was blushing when she found me holding her vibrator, and now she’s shedding clothes before I’ve even locked the door.
“You in a hurry, Lucy Rae?”
“I’m in a hurry to get my mouth around your cock.”
Damn, I love it when she talks dirty. I love the way she takes ownership of her sexuality, the ways she tells me what she wants and needs.
And if she wants to give me a blowjob, then who the hell am I to stand in her way.
She’s naked now, sprawled out on the bed. I’m pulling off my sweats and hoodie, but I stop for a moment and just look at her. My head knows this is probably the last time I’ll see her this way, the last time we’ll get to be together. But my heart doesn’t want to dwell on that just now.
Joining her on the bed, I curl my body around hers, gripping her waist with my hand and fitting my front snugly against her back. It’s not the position she requested, but I can’t resist being this close. I snake my arm a little southward and revel in the shiver that runs through her body.
“You want to spread those pretty thighs for me, Lucy?”
She moans instinctively but shakes her head and turns toward me.
“Nope. You are not going to distract me with an orgasm. I’ve been watching you walk around this place in grey freaking sweatpants all day, and I want a taste. It’s only fair.”
She taps my shoulder, and in a split second, I’m flat on my back with her head between my legs.
Taking my cock in her hand, she looks up at me, hunger in her eyes. Her tongue darts between her lips and I swear to Christ, my dick fucking weeps.
Her hair is spread across my lap as she takes me in her mouth and I’m reciting every random fact I’ve ever heard or read just to keep from coming down her throat in record time. She’s gripping the base of my cock with just the right pressure, and the sounds she’s making are enough to have me fisting the sheets.
“Lucy…holy hell, the way you suck me. It’s so damn good.” My words spur her on and we’re moving together. The bed frame squeaks a little, and there’s no way we’re being as quiet as we probably should be. But nothing in my life has ever felt this good, and I don’t have it in me to keep quiet.
My hands move to her head, massaging gently as I run my fingers over her scalp. “It’s too good, Lucy. God, the way you work me. I’m not gonna last. I’m gonna come down this sweet—”
My words are lost as she reaches between us and cups my balls. The sensation is insane, and I can’t take it. “Holy God, Lucy,” I cry out as my orgasm erupts. She sucks me deep, swallowing and kissing and when her lips pop off my dick, I grip her around the waist and lift her up, dragging her perfect body along mine. I seat her ass right on my chest. “Is that what you wanted, Lucy?” I ask, my breath still unsteady.
She licks her lips and nods.
“Do you know what I want?” She smiles as I trace my finger along her thigh, then her hip, then inward to her sex. I part her perfect folds and look up into her eyes. “I want my lips right here.”
She sits up slightly and leans forward, grasping the wrought iron headboard.
“That’s right, Lucy. Hold on tight,” I say before brushing my mouth along her seam. She squeezes my head with her thighs as I devour her. She tastes so good, and I’ll never get enough. I redirect my brain, needing to stay here, in the present, instead of worrying about what happens tomorrow.
And the present is such a good place to be, I think, as she writhes on top of me, my name tumbling from her lips.
Chapter 16
Lucy
After sharinga big breakfast with Vicki and her husband, Caleb and I loaded our stuff into his SUV and set out for Madison. According to the GPS, it should take about six hours to get there. Somehow that’s way too much time, and not nearly enough. Caleb’s behind the wheel and one of his dad’s radio shows is playing, so it’s easy to get lost in the music. Part of me is trying to savor every moment I have left with him, and part of me knows that it’s time to get back to reality.
And that means leaving Caleb behind.
I’ve done it before, but I don’t want to do it again.
But I don’t have any choice. Our parents are happy together, and they both deserve that happiness, so I’m not going to do anything to disrupt it. And I’m certainly not going to suggest that Caleb and I make a go of whatever this is between us. It would be destined to fail for about a million reasons, not the least of which is the fact that we’re basically related now. We’re just too different. I’m charts and lists and routines, and he’s parties and drinks and music. Late at night with the lights out, while our bodies move together like we were made for each other, it’s easy to fool myself into thinking we could really do this.
But that’s just wishful thinking.
In road trip world, Caleb and Lucy work. But in real life, we never would. And that’s what I need to remember. I can’t afford distractions, especially now with my internship starting. I already feel off-balance since Derek weaseled and schmoozed his way into the program and our bosses’ good graces even though we don’t officially start for a few days. I need to focus on that. I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am, and I’m not risking that for a long-distance relationship with a guy who hops happily from bed to bed to frat house couch.
