I pull the zipper up slow, sealing her in those damn pants like I’m locking away something only I get to touch. My fingers come away wet, and I taste her without shame, letting the flavor linger before I reach for my helmet.
She tips her head, a little smirk tugging at her lips. “So… did it live up to your imagination?”
I grin, leaning in just enough that my words brush her ear. “No, Cricket.” I press a kiss to her jaw. “It was better.”
Iwake before Jaxon does.
The early light through the curtains makes him look even more handsome, his jaw relaxed, lashes dark against his skin.
I scoot closer, throwing a leg over his and tucking myself into his warmth. He doesn’t budge. Just sleeps like a rock while I snuggle in, breathing in that clean, masculine scent of his skin.
I try to drift back off, but it’s useless. My naked body is pressed against his, and the heat building low in my stomach refuses to be ignored.
I place a kiss on his chest but, nothing. He’s out like a light.
A few more gentle pecks on his chest, his abs, working myself lower. His cock hardens and my pulse spikes. I glance up at him, but he’s still completely out.
Biting my lip, I slide my hand under the covers, wrapping my fingers around him. I give him a gentle squeeze and stroke.
He groans, low and deep, but doesn’t open his eyes.
A slow smile curls my lips.
If he’s not going to wake up, I guess I’ll have to wake him.
Carefully, I shift down between his legs, dragging the covers with me until they drape over my head like a tent. I take him in hand, licking from base to tip, and his cock jerks in response.
I tease the swollen head with my tongue, swirling around it before taking him in, slow at first… then deeper, until I can’t anymore without gagging. I pull back, suck harder, then dive in again, letting my tongue work every inch.
He’s moaning now, but still on the edge of sleep. I can feel the exact moment he starts to wake—the subtle shift of his legs, the slow thrust of his hips toward my mouth.
“Fuck, baby…” His voice is rough, wrecked from sleep.
The covers are tossed back, and he moves my hair out of my face so he can watch. “Look at you—waking me up with your slut mouth around my dick.”
God, I love it when he talks like that.
“My beautiful Cricket couldn’t even wait for me to wake up? You needed my cock that bad?”
I hum around him in answer, still sucking, still taking him as deep as I can.
I keep going until his breathing turns ragged and his thighs tense under my hands.
“God you feel so fucking good.” I suck harder, faster, moaning around him wanting him to lose it.
“Fuck—Cassidy—” He holds my hair tight, as he tenses his abs and there is a slight arch in his back. “Holy shit, you’re going to make me come.”
God this makes me so wet.
I feel him lean up watching his cock slide in and out of my mouth. He pulses his hips with my movements. Cussing praises and gives me everything. “Fuck baby,” He pulls on my hairslightly still holding it, thrusting deeper as I take every drop, licking and swallowing until he’s shuddering.
When he finally slumps back, I let him slip free and run my tongue along him again, catching the few stray beads I missed.
I climb back up to him, grinning. “Good morning.”
He catches my chin and kisses me—slow, lazy, the kind of kiss that says he’s in no rush to start the day.
“Morning,” he murmurs against my lips, one hand sliding down my back.
