Page 139 of After the Burn

A moan escaped my lips.

Lucas’s eyes burned with heat. “You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, and you walk around with a bat that has nails sticking out of it, bashing rotters’ heads in. How in the fuck would I ever be bored?”

I slid my hand into his hair. “I need you, Lucas.”

The heat in his eyes deepened. “I’ve wanted you longer than is appropriate.”

“And I wanted you, even when I hated you,” I said, letting the silk of his hair slip through my fingers.

Lucas stared at me for a moment as if he was waiting for me to change my mind.

That wasn’t going to happen.

Rain continued to beat down on the rusted roof, its relentless drumming drowning out almost every other noise.

Almost.

Somewhere beyond the truck, a rotter moaned. Then another answered farther away.

Lucas’s eyes flicked toward the cracked windshield. “Whenever I imagined this moment, it was in a much different setting.”

“You’ve imagined this moment?” I asked, somehow shocked to hear him say that even after everything we’d confessed to each other.

He smirked. “More times than I want to admit.”

Heat pulsed low in my stomach. “And what did you do when you were imagining it?” I moved my hand to his zipper, then slowly slid it down. “Something like this?” He gasped as I pulled his long, hot length free. “Or was it something like this?” I shifted backward across the worn vinyl until I could sink low enough to take him into my mouth.

Lucas buried his hands in my hair—not guiding, just holding on. The quiet control he had maintained all night fractured little by little, his breathing growing rougher as my name slipped from his lips. “Fuuuck, Taryn. That feels good.”

LUCAS

I looked down at Taryn’s beautiful hair spread across my thighs, and it felt like a dream. A rotter moaned outside the truck… well, maybe a beautiful nightmare.

With every ounce of my control, I held back from finishing as Taryn drew me further into the searing heat of her mouth. She traced her tongue around the head, lightly flicking the tip as she savored my cock like it was her most cherished treat.

“Fuuuck, Menace. Keep sucking me like that, and I’m going to cum before I finally get in that sweet pussy.”

Taryn moaned, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked me harder, making my eyes roll back.

Slowly, I eased my hand under her to unfasten her pants, feeling the cotton fabric of her panties as my fingers glided under the band. When I plunged my fingers into her warmth, Taryn moved around to give me better access, and I couldn’t stop myself from groaning at how wet she was. “Does sucking my cock turn you on this much?” I growled, the sound guttural and raw, hardly resembling a human voice.

Taryn answered my question by moaning around my cock, the vibrations causing me to see stars. “Fuck me…” I moaned, pushing my fingers deeper into her pussy and using my thumb to glide over her clit… back… and forth.

Her mouth popped free of my dick. “Please, Mr. Rowan, don’t stop.”

At her words, pre-cum escaped my cock as she lowered her head, her tongue gliding up and down my length with eager devotion. “That’s it, Miss Calder, but if you make me come before I’m ready, I’ll have to spank that perfect ass.”

I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers as she grew even wetter. Pulling my fingers free, I placed my first and second finger on either side of her clit and squeezed gently, while I glided my hand back and forth through her velvet lips.

Taryn raised her head as she moaned and thrashed on the seat, and I stopped immediately.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock?” I asked her in a firm voice.

“No, Mr. Rowan.” Her voice was thready with desire.

I gripped my length and brought it to her lips. "Now, put it back in your mouth and prove to me you're worthy of being my special helper.”

With a slow lick around the rim, Taryn drew me into her mouth, her head bobbing rapidly, her saliva glistening as it dripped down my length. “That’s it, keep sucking me like that, and you’ll be my favorite student.” Reaching back into her pants, I rubbed her clit, the rhythm growing faster and more intense as she grew closer to climax.