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“What is it?” I say, unable to meet his eyes.
“I want to have a relationship with Clayton.”
The tension leaves my body. “Okay.”
“I know we agreed to take our time, but I feel like we’re in limbo until he accepts me as a part of your life.”
I swing one leg over and lie on top of him. Our breaths mingle, and he runs his hands down my hair, twirling it with his finger.
“You’re right. We need to make it happen. I’ll set it up.”
I kiss him, and he winds my hair around his hand, deepening the kiss. His other hand slides under the back of my tank top, running along the small of my back, making the hunger that always sits under the surface rise to the forefront.
I lift the hem of his shirt and run my hands up his bare chest. “So many muscles.”
He links his hands behind his head, watching me intently. “The moonlight looks beautiful on you.”
He watches me explore his body, and I slide my finger down to the sprinkle of hair that runs from his navel, disappearing under the waist of his shorts. My gaze remains on him as I slide his shorts down over his hardened cock.
“No boxer briefs?” I tilt my head, and he chuckles.
I palm his length, and it throbs in my hand, pulsating as if begging me to play with it. I scoot down his legs and lean forward. He rises on his elbows, intent on watching me.
“Gillian,” he practically groans.
My tongue runs up his length, and his head rocks back but bounces back up to see what I do next. I grip the base and wrap my lips around his cock.
He rasps a breath. “Fuck.” He falls to his back but gets on his elbows again. “I love watching you with my cock in your mouth.”
I twirl my tongue around the tip, then sink deeper, so the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat. His cock twitches. I suck him coming back up, twisting my hand around his thickness.
I used to know exactly how Ben liked it, and I hate that a part of me is self-conscious that I may not know what he loves now. But his reactions tell me he’s loving what I’m doing, so I continue.
“Shit. It feels so damn good.”
I peek up at him, and he leverages himself to put one hand on my head, his thumb running along my cheek. Our eyes lock, and I pump him as he slides his thumb into my mouth. I suck it into my mouth, keeping my gaze on him. He shakes his head as if in disbelief that this is happening.
He pulls his thumb out, and I go back to his dick, working him over and over, doing every move that pulls a grunt, growl, or groan out of him. His hips thrust, and I smile around his length, knowing he’s about to come. I love being the one responsible for him losing control.
“I’m coming,” he warns, but I don’t move away. He pushes into my mouth, coming so hard a strangled sound erupts out of him. “FUUCCKK!”
I lick him clean, giving the head of his cock one more kiss before tucking him back into his shorts and crawling up his body.
“Damn, Gill.”
I kiss him, and his hand glides down the back of my shorts.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He rolls me over to my back and straddles my thighs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts. “It’s my turn to see if you’re going commando.”
“Spoiler. I’m not.”
His eyes turn ravenous.
An hour later, we leave the serene view of the moonlight over the rolling Nebraska hills and head back to Willowbrook.
Not wanting to leave him, I snuggle up to him in the cab of the truck. “I don’t want to say goodbye.”
