Page 63 of Secret Seduction

And I do. I come so hard that black spots dot my vision, and I worry I’m going to pass out.

“Holy shit, you just squirted all over my face.”

I what?

I lean over to see what he’s talking about, just in time to see his tongue dart out as he laps up my juices like a dehydrated man lost in the desert.

“I definitely didn’t taste you that night,” he murmurs. “Because there’s no way I ever could’ve forgotten what you tasted like.”

One more lap to my sensitive clit, and I squirm, making him chuckle.

“Come here,” he says, grabbing my hands and pulling me up and into the water with him. “Wanna taste yourself?”

Without thinking, I nod, wanting anything this man wants to give me.

He crashes his mouth against mine, and I taste myself on his lips. There’s something so hot about knowing his mouth is covered with my release and that he loves it.

And for the first time, I want to know what that feels like.

“My turn,” I say, pulling back and reaching between us to find his dick.

“You sure?” he asks, palming the sides of my face. “I didn’t do what I did with the expectation of you reciprocating.”

Of course he didn’t. Because Lorenzo is selfless in every aspect of his life—as a friend, a brother, a father, and a lover.

“I’m sure,” I tell him. “I want to taste you.”

He spins us around and hoists himself up so he’s now on the edge of the hot tub and I’m kneeling between his legs.

He lifts slightly to push his swim shorts down, causing his hard length to spring free—and, oh my God, it’s so big. I mean, it’s not like porno huge—yes, I’ve watched a few videos to see what a man looks like—but it’s definitely not small. It’s thick and long with a slight curve to it. A single vein runs along the side of it, and my first thought is that I want to run my tongue along it. My second thought is that I hope I don’t mess this up because I’ve never given head before, and with him not only older, but a helluva lot more experienced, he’s no doubt gotten head from women who knew what they were doing.

“Hey,” he murmurs, reaching behind my head and delving his fingers through the strands of my hair. “If you don’t want to do this …”

I could fake it, act like I have the slightest clue what I’m doing, but I’ve already lied enough to this man, so instead, I go with the truth.

“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper, diverting my gaze in embarrassment.

He already thinks I’m too young for him, and now that he knows I’ve never sucked dick, he’s probably going to run for the hills, and I won’t blame him.

“Fuck.” He tightens his grip on my hair and turns my face so I’m forced to look at him. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” I choke out. “I never put myself in those types of situations because I didn’t want to be like my mom and I didn’t want to lead anyone on since I wanted to focus on my future.”

“Was that your first time with a man going down on you?”

I nod slowly, mentally preparing myself for him to tell me he can’t do this. That I’m too young and inexperienced. Only it doesn’t come.

“So, I was your first?” he asks.

I nod, not asking what first he’s referring to.

“That shouldn’t be so hot, but it is.”

“Inexperience is hot?”

“No.” He chuckles. “Knowing that I’m getting all your firsts.” He pulls my face toward him as he leans in. “And if I have it my way, your lasts.”

I don’t have time to think about what he’s implying because a second later, his mouth is on mine. His tongue hungrily runs along the seam of my lips, and then he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth before he goes back to kissing me.