Until the World Stops - L.A. Witt Page 0,62

right. The way his lips moved made my head spin. His gently probing tongue. The quiet little sounds he made that I felt more than heard.

I couldn’t help melting against him, and as my fingers drifted up into his hair, he moaned softly against my lips. For the hell of it, I gripped his hair. Didn’t pull it, just held it tight enough that it probably tugged slightly at his scalp, and I was rewarded with a shudder and a deeper, hungrier kiss. Christ, if we kept this up, we were going to screw right here on this beach, and I…

I…

I couldn’t think of a reason not to.

In the back of my mind I knew there were reasons that stripping off our clothes and going at it out in the open like this was a bad idea, but wrapped up in Tristan, I didn’t care. His kiss made me horny in ways that nudged caution right out of my brain.

Then his hand slid over my thigh, and my breath was gone. He slid it higher, just letting his finger graze my cock through my pants, and I broke the kiss with a gasp.

Tristan didn’t miss a beat. I’d barely broken away before his lips were against my neck, and I had to grab on to the log we were sitting on so I didn’t lose my balance. Whenever he started on my throat like this, I was putty in his hands. It was like he’d memorized every erogenous place between my jaw and my collarbone, and he was exploiting every one of them now. My knees were shaking. My head was spinning.

And Jesus fucking Christ, that hand on my thigh needed to do something besides just sit there and drive me insane. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand higher, planting it right on top of my erection, and Tristan whimpered softly just before he nipped my earlobe. He squeezed me through my shorts, and between that and the way he was kissing my neck, I was beyond dizzy now.

“Jesus, Tristan…” I bit my lip.

“Like that?”

“You know I do.”

“Mmhmm.” He kissed beneath my jaw as his thumb traced the head of my cock through my clothes. “I know a few things you like.”

“Uh-huh. You do. So what are you—” I lost my breath again, this time because he’d started unzipping my shorts. “Fuck…”

“Maybe not out here.” He huffed a warm laugh against my neck. “But I’m pretty sure I can still get you off.”

“Like nobody else.”

He raised his head and kissed me again. His kiss pulled my focus so intensely that I jumped when his warm hand stroked my exposed cock. Grinning against my lips, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing. Just…” My whole body tingled as he slowly stroked up and down. “Goddamn, Tristan.”

He brushed his lips across mine again. When he broke away, I thought he might say something, but instead, he went to his knees in the sand.

Oh. Holy. Fuck.

The things this man did with his mouth…

Swearing under my breath, I leaned back on one hand and combed the other through his hair. The sun was hot on my skin, but nowhere near as hot as Tristan’s skilled, eager mouth.

A soft wind whispered across my skin, reminding me we were out in the open. I looked around, and my heart raced as I realized how exposed we were. Sitting on a deserted beach in broad daylight. With my cock down Tristan’s throat.

If someone came wandering down the beach…

If a boat went by…

If someone in one of the houses across the water looked out a window…

They’d see us.

They’d see me sitting on the this fallen tree with my hand in Tristan’s hair while he went to town on me, and that thought had my toes curling into the sand.

“I’m gonna come,” I murmured, gripping his hair tighter. “Baby, don’t stop…”

He moaned, and he didn’t stop. He stroked harder as his mouth focused on the head, something I’d quickly learned was a green light for me to come.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let him carry me over the edge, and when I came with a hard shudder, my voice echoed through the quiet landscape. I didn’t care. I felt too good to care.

With a sigh, I leaned back on the log. Tristan sat up, grinning like he knew exactly how amazing that blowjob had been.

“Gimme…” I licked my lips. “Gimme a second, then I’ll return the favor.”

“Hell yes.” Tristan stood, and oh, this put him at just the right