Page 65 of The Boyfriend Experience

I turn and look out at the city. Wondering who can see this. Wondering if people who look out at my water tower every night are looking out at it right now thinking, Well, damn. That’s fuckin’ awesome.

Because that’s exactly what I’m thinking.

Lawton Ayers has blown me away.

I turn back to him and he says, “I got pizza too. So we can eat. It’s good cold, so I figured—”

And that’s when I walk up to him, grab his face in my hands, and kiss him. Right on the mouth.

He kisses me back, our tongues doing that sweet, familiar dance again. His hands go to my arms, grip my shoulders tightly as the kiss grows. Becomes less desperate and more passionate.

“What’s that for?” I ask, reluctantly pulling away to point at the picnic table.

“That,” Law says, nodding his head at the table, “is the sheepskin rug off the floor of your bedroom. I didn’t think you’d want to be picking splinters out of your back tomorrow morning.”

I can’t help it. I laugh. “You planned the lights, the dinner,” I say, motioning to the pizza box on a small side table nearby, “and the sex?”

“Well, go big or go home.” Then he smiles. “You can say no if you—”

I push him backwards. Taking him by surprise so he’ll stop talking. I place both hands on his chest, making him take another step back. Then another. Until he bumps into the end of the picnic table and leans back, half sitting, half standing. Grinning at me like a boy who is about to get lucky.

Because he is.

My hands reach for the button of his jeans. His hands slipping inside my leather jacket and under my shirt. I suck in a breath of air because they are cold. But I don’t care. I drag his zipper down, my hands reaching inside, my fingers wrapping around his cock.

I feel him grow at my touch and his eyes go from wide with delight to half-mast with desire.

“Tonight,” I say, “it’s your turn.”

He shakes his head. “I took my turn last night.”

“Liar,” I whisper, crouching down, his cock fully hard now, and kiss the tip of his head as I stare up into his eyes.

“You’re going to kill me, Oaklee.”

God, I love it when he says my name. It makes me want to melt. I open my mouth, cover his head with my lips, and swirl my tongue around until he closes his eyes.

He opens them again. Almost immediately. And his hands grip each side of my head. His fingers grabbing my hair to guide me, helping me take him deeper.

I want to look at him. I want to see every expression on his face. But it feels so good to just close my eyes and pump his cock with both hands. Enjoying my part in this as much as he’s enjoying his.

“God. Damn,” he growls, when I press my head forward until the top of his cock is hitting the back of my throat. I might not have porn-star skills when it comes to this kind of thing. But I have a good idea of what turns guys on. And even though I know my limits and the gag reflex is about to kick in, I try harder. I take him deeper. I open my throat, breathe through my nose, and watch his expression. My eyes on his. His eyes on mine. Desperate to keep this moment in a cage forever. Never let it go.

But nothing lasts forever. And I have to back away and take a breath so I can dive back down to repeat the whole thing again. Then again, and again, and again… until I’m sucking his cock like it’s food and I’m starving.

“Oaklee,” he groans again. “You’re gonna—”

But he doesn’t finish, because I stop, stand up, and reach under my skirt to slip my panties down my legs.

He watches me. Crooked grin on his face.

And when I place my hand on his chest again, he lies back on the sheepskin rug. His cock so hard, it’s standing straight up. Like an invitation for me to climb on top of him and cover him with my wet pussy.

Which I do. Gladly.

“We could go inside,” he says, breathless now as his hands slip under my shirt again, tug my bra down, and fondle my breasts. “So the whole city can’t watch.”

“Let them watch,” I say, positioning my hips on either side of his thighs. I sink down. His cock filling me up. My pussy wet, and ready. But the friction is still there. He is big. And Hard. And thick. And I feel everything like this is my first time ever.