Feeling the ridge of his morning wood pressing against my butt aroused desires in me. I pulsed down low, yearned to be made love to by someone I’d loved more than life itself.
Casso’s touch was all I remembered. Him feasting on me like a ravenous demon.
I held back a shudder, so I didn’t wake Zach.
More than anything, I wanted all the memories of Casso wiped out of my head, replaced by new ones with Zach. We were off to a splendid start last night, kissing and pawing each other.
I needed more of Zach. All of him.
Carefully, I slipped out of his arms to go to the bathroom. I hoped I’d stopped spotting.
“Where you going?” he muttered, hand reaching for me.
“Shh.” I kissed his cheek. “I need to pee. Go back to sleep,” I whispered.
I admired his muscular chest and arms as he rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his arm. My word, he had matured into a panty-melting masterpiece.
And he was here with me.
Mind-blowing.
I tiptoed to the bathroom, and discovered a little red when I wiped. My hopes deflated. It wasn’t much, but I didn’t want any bleeding our first time together again.
Wasting his primo hard-on was plain depressing. He wanted to come in me, so jerking him off would be a no-go.
I dried my hands and mouth after brushing my teeth. Puckering my lips as I applied my lip gloss, Zach’s favorite flavor, it hit me. He could come in my mouth. I’d never given Zach a blow job when we were together. Too intimidated by his big cock.
In college, I’d gained some experience. The few boyfriends I had after Zach taught me how to blow them. Casso enjoyed my services regularly, although I never did. He liked to make me choke. Got off on making me cry. Jeez, I should’ve run for my life when I had the chance.
I shook my head, eyeing my sleepingBoxer. I hadn’t gotten used to his road name. Didn’t know if I ever would, but he sure was a piece of Grade-A Hunk.
Feeling lust rush through me, a morning blow job was a brilliant idea.
Zach appeared asleep as I crawled back into bed. I reached my hand under the sheet to feel if he was still hard.
His eyes opened. “What are you doing?”
“Will you let me take care of you?” I stroked him, licking my lips.
“What’d you have in mind?” He was playing with me, the way he eyed my tongue slowly gliding across my lower lip, like a man entranced by dirty thoughts swirling through his head. Yep, he knew damn well what I intended to do to him.
I dragged the blankets back, curled my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs. “Lift up so I can show you.”
His intense gaze heated. “You sure about this?”
“Yes. Up.” I tugged on the fabric.
He obeyed, allowing me to slide them down his hips, all the way off. His cock wobbled in place, the tip glistening with precum.
I swallowed, my mouth watering to taste him for the first time, as I straddled his thighs.
“You’re sure?”
“Stop being a buzzkill, Z.”
He smirked, his hands caressing my thighs. “No buzzkill here, Snow. Take my shirt off.”
His demand surprised me.