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Damn. Something about a woman’s morning musk tasted different.
Spicier. Warmer. Going down on her was a dirtier act in the daylight, rather than a lover’s secret, hidden under the covers and the cover of night.
“You taste like sweet cream and honey. I could come just from eating you.” His hands gripped her legs on the top near her hips. He let his thumbs lazily stroke the crease of her thighs, heightening the tactile pleasure, but never actually connecting with any part of her weeping sex.
“Well, I can definitely come like this.” Channing pumped her hips into his face. “I’m already close.”
“Mmm. You don’t say.” Trevor rolled her pu**y lips around inside his mouth, sucking delicately. He focused his efforts on the button pouting for direct stimulation. First he suckled strongly and followed with quick bites from his firmed lips.
The combination set her off. Her clit throbbed beneath his tongue and he continued to use his mouth like he was devouring an ice cream cone—slurping, followed by precise short licks.
She came with a gasp, her back arched off the mattress, her ass clenched and she kept repeating, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.”
He chuckled and the intimate vibration against her sensitive flesh made her cry out again.
Trevor wiped her juices from his face. His c**k was twitching to get out and get some action, but he wouldn’t presume Channing would be up for it, as she’d already claimed some soreness from their previous go arounds.
After Channing’s legs stopped quaking, she propped herself up on her elbows and smiled at him shyly. “Get your fill?”
He licked his lips. “Breakfast of Champions, darlin’.”
Her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge in his jeans. She bit her lip.
“Trev, can I tell you a secret?”
“Sure. What?”
“It’s sort of embarrassing.”
“That’s okay, Chan, we’re friends, right?”
“Right.”
“So tell me.”
Channing blurted, “I’ve never done sixty-nine.”
Not what he’d expected at all. “Never?”
“Nope.”
“And you want to try it?”
“Yeah.” She fidgeted. “So, I was wondering if you’ve got time…”
“Right now?”
She nodded.
“You sure you’re up for it? I thought you were a little sore?”
“Not so much anymore. Besides, it’d be a pity to waste a good hard-on.”
Trevor figured she wanted some sixty-nine practice before she tried it with Colby. He thought it was incredibly sweet and he doffed his clothes immediately.
Channing laughed. “You would have won the gold buckle if there was a contest for fastest clothing removal.”
“My mama didn’t raise no idiots, darlin’, you don’t have to ask me twice.” He crawled up in the sleeping area. “This is gonna be fun.” Trevor kissed her slowly in a drawn out seduction of mouth on mouth. He spent extra time suckling and touching her br**sts, giving her time to recover from her first orgasm from him. When she started rubbing her legs together, and a soft mewl rumbled from her throat, he knew she was ready for the short go.
He smoothed her wild hair from her strangely timid face. “It’s no different than givin’ me a blowjob, Chan. Curl on your side, and slide my dick in deep, but don’t arch your neck. And for God’s sake, when you start to come, don’t bite down.”
She giggled and it eased some of her tension.
“Ready?”
She nodded and rolled to her left side, Trevor settled on his right.
Huskily, he said, “Lift your top leg. That’s it.” He swooped down and took her swollen sex in his mouth again.
Channing shifted and licked the head of his c**k as delicately as a cat. Gradually, she brought him deeper, her mouth made little happy humming noises and she used her hand to stroke his shaft while her fingers fondled his balls.
For being a novice, her mouth and her touch were sheer heaven.
Trevor knew he wouldn’t last. He focused all his attention on Channing’s clit, knowing she probably wouldn’t last long either.
She didn’t. She came with a gasp and the intake of air around his dick made his balls tighten up.
He was so close. He rose to his knees so she could deep throat him, as he continued to tongue her softly, bringing her down from her juicy climax.
All of a sudden heat shot down his spine, a hot poker between his legs and he waited for that pulsing rush to start.
The door clicked open. Trevor looked up from between Channing’s thighs into Edgard’s face. In that split second, his orgasm hit, se**n rocketed out the end of his c**k and Channing sucked him dry while Edgard watched.
Trevor closed his eyes, threw back his head and enjoyed the hell out of it—the thundering climax and the exhibitionism.
After the blood quit rushing in his ears and his c**k went half-limp, his gaze caught Edgard’s again.
“I wondered if you were in here f**king off,” Edgard said softly, “but I hadn’t thought you were literally f**king off. Time to go, amigo. We’re late.” He turned and left without looking back.
Trevor fell on his side. He muttered, “Fuck.”
Channing scooted around. “Trev? Is everything okay?”
She didn’t need to get in the middle of this. He forced a smile. “Just great, darlin’. Just catchin’ my breath.”
“It’s okay if you have to go.”
“Unfortunately, as Edgard pointed out, I am runnin’ late. No regrets over our sexy interlude, but can you get to the rodeo grounds all right?
Or do you want me to wait for you?”
“No. You go on. I still need to shower.”
Trevor kissed her thoroughly, surprised by how much he enjoyed his taste and her taste mingling on his tongue. “A sixty-nine virgin no more.
You rocked my world and the horse trailer this morning, hot girl.”
She blushed. “Same goes.”
As he dressed he knew next time he’d remember to lock the damn door.
Chapter Ten
It didn’t take long for Channing to get ready and she eagerly left the cramped motel room for fresh air and blue skies. In this higher elevation, the sun had burned away the cool morning air quickly. It was warm, but the lack of humidity made it bearable.
Her ticket was at the box office, as promised. She scanned the arena and spied the bleachers beside the chutes. Before she wandered over to her seat, she watched the action unfold in the arena.
