Page 132 of Sunrise & Serenity

“You know what I’m doing.”

I ease his zipper down, then hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs and drag it down to release his impressive length.

He takes his foot off the accelerator, the truck slowing, and grasps my ponytail, wrapping my hair around his fist.

“You want this?”

Nodding, I lick my lips. “I want it.”

His cock jerks, and with that hand in my hair, he guides me down until my mouth hovers just over him. I let the heat of my breath wash over his crown, and he hisses between his teeth.

“No teasing, sweetheart.”

A shudder ripples down my spine. I grip him firmly and lap at the little slit at his tip, humming as I taste the bead of wetness there.

A stuttered groan is his only response.

Heat floods through me. Shifting to give myself a better angle, I let saliva pool in my mouth, then dribble a little onto his smooth, swollen head.

He curses, then yanks the wheel and swerves onto a narrow dirt road, sending gravel spitting beneath the tires.

I pull away, my breath catching. “Holden⁠—”

“I’m done holding back. With you. With all of this.”

My heart skips, then hammers against my ribs. The truck rattles violently over uneven ground for a moment, and then, beneath a cluster of trees, Holden throws it into park.

The engine idles loudly in the darkness until he cuts it. For a moment, all I can hear is the whoosh-whoosh-whoosh of blood rushing through my veins.

I unbuckle my seat belt and twist, kneeling on the seat, bracing my hand on his thigh. Then, angling over the center console, I take him into my mouth, sliding down until he nudges the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I swirl my tongue around him, then take him even deeper than before.

When I pull off him, I find him watching me, mouth slightly parted, eyes hungry. I rub my lips over his satin-smooth tip, then glide back down.

A low rumble works its way out of his chest, the sound sending a shiver through me. His shaft pulses against my tongue, so I pick up my pace, drawing him deeper, then pulling all the way off so I can stroke him from root to tip while I lap at the sensitive slit and the pre-cum beading there.

“Open,” he demands, his voice a rough growl.

I do as he says, need burning low in my belly.

With one hand, he feeds his thick crown back between my lips, and when I swallow around him, his hips jerk and his hold on my hair tightens.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he pants.

As I take him to the back of my throat again, he drags his fingers up the back of my thigh, sliding them under the hem of my shorts and teasing the edge of my panties. When he dips just the tip of one into me, I can’t help but rock back, eager for more.

“Your sweet little cunt is dripping down my hand,” he grinds out.

Taut, desperate tension builds inside me as he twists his finger, gliding it in and out, then skimming it over my clit. But he’s teasing me, only using enough pressure to keep me on edge, never enough to push me over.

I want more. I need more. But I’m desperate to finish what I started, to taste him as he lets go. Eyes closed, I suck lightly on his head, making sure to capture every last drop of pre-cum. Then I trace my tongue along the vein running down the underside of his dick.

With a fractured growl, he drags his hand out of my shorts and grips the back of my thigh, the finger that was inside me damp where it presses against my skin. His other hand twists my hair tighter, urging me on. I relax my jaw and take him as far down as I can.

“You’re perfect, Sage,” he says through gritted teeth. “So damn perfect with your ass in the air and your mouth full of my cock.”

I moan around the thick length of him, and his body coils tight.