I burrowed my face to the base of his cock, licking it as an animalistic groan was yanked from my throat.
“Good?”
“I don’t…”
And then he pushed. Gently. His finger prodded my entrance and as I let loose a guttural sound, I cried out, “Yes. Oh my God. So good.”
“Good. Now get back to sucking my cock before you come again.”
“I can’t—”
“You can.”
How in the hell did he know? I went to ask but he stole my vocabulary, pushing his finger deeper inside me, his mouth back at my sex. I was strung so damn tight. I did what he told me to and wrapped my hand around his base, lifted enough until I could suck his tip into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his own groans vibrated against me, drove me wild and then there was more pressure, another finger I realized, entering me there. It stung, burned like a dozen bee stings and then it was…
“Fucking amazing,” I muttered around his dick.
He thrust his hips harder, shoving him deeper into me. I was held steady by his fingers in my ass and his mouth sucking my clit, and I was absolutely losing my mind.
This orgasm was different. It hit me slowly, started where his fingers were and then tore out from my center to my limbs until I was mindless, shaking with desperation and satisfaction. I sucked him all the way as I came, past my gag reflex, breathing through my nose even while sounds still tried to escape my throat. As I swallowed around him, I reached down to grip his balls.
He came on a wild shout, thrusting into me until my eyes watered and his seed shot straight down my throat. He came in long bursts, emptying himself while my orgasm continued to roll through me, until we were both breathless, until he gently moved me off him. He rolled us onto our sides, my head on his hip.
He propped on his side while trailing the line and curve of my body with a calloused fingertip. The delicious scrape of his rough hand over my soft skin elicited another shiver.
“I take it you liked that?”
For a moment, he looked nervous, right before he wiped it away with a cocky smirk.
“I’ll let you know when I can think again.”
He leaned forward, kissed my hip bone and I climbed up onto the bed so I was next to him. He immediately took me in his arms, held me to him and kissed my forehead.
“I think you’re incredible, Gabby. Everything I learn about you makes me want you more and it’s not just because of all the things we just did.”
I wanted to answer, wanted to respond with something witty and equally impactful, but I blinked heavily, closed my eyes and was asleep before I’d figured out how to string words together again.
22
Joey
I woke to sunlight peeking in through the curtains. It was late afternoon, and my limbs were loose as well as sore from the exertion earlier. Next to me, Gabby was still curled into me in the same position as she’d fallen asleep.
I’d managed to throw the covers over us, keeping us both warm. After I’d made sure she wouldn’t wake up cold, I joined her in a nap.
Now, the scent of wild sex from earlier still lingered… in the air… on our skin. Gabby’s quiet puffs of breath were the only sounds around other than the muted car traffic outside.
We’d planned on a night out, managing to actually have a reason to get dressed up nice and go to dinner and while I’d already mapped out several restaurants I wanted to try, more than anything I wanted to order in, spend the night alone.
The more I got to know Gabby, the less I wanted to share her.
I wouldn’t do that to her, though. As much as she obviously loved camping and being in nature, she’d talked about her excitement for having a reason to get dressed up and do her hair and makeup for days now. She was definitely looking forward to this stop before we returned to the camper lifestyle on the beaches of Michigan’s western coast. We’d be there three days before heading north to Torch Lake and then traveling east to go to Mackinac Island.
From there, we were supposed to head south to my brother in North Carolina.
Our trip was over a week from ending before we grabbed Route 66 and heading back west toward Vegas. We’d figured by then we’d be ready to get back, so while we were staying in camping areas, there wasn’t a lot of sightseeing planned. We’d be on the road three days to get back after our stop in Georgia and the Bavarian Village only a few hours from Jason and Jude, but already it felt like it was coming too fast.
Too soon, I’d be back to off-season training, spending my days in the practice arena with the team, and my nights and weekends at the baseball fields. I’d be back to making sure Malley’s ran smoothly. I looked forward to the slower pace all season, especially this summer since our time off would be drastically reduced.
But right then, with Gabby next to me, I wanted to extend the trip. Keep traveling. Keep staying off the radar and social media. Neither of us had looked, the benefit of camping in mountains and national parks and Amish areas with little to zero cell phone service. Hell, I hadn’t even checked in with my family yet, something I figured both of us should do while we could. At least let them know we were alive, and when Jude should expect us.
I wanted more time with her before I had to share her. Before we had to face the reality of returning to Vegas and the uncertainty of what she’d want when this ended.
As for me, it’d been nine days with my wife. She might have been a woman I barely knew eleven days ago, but now, I couldn’t imagine not being with her every day, all day long. She made traveling fun and easy. She made it easy to laugh. She tempted me with every sway of her hips and every excited expression she had when she saw something on the road she liked.
Gabby brought life back to me when I needed it, but she gave me so much more—so much I didn’t realize had been missing before either.
How in the hell would I let her go at the end of this if she asked for it?
I was falling in love with my wife, and I had no idea if she felt the same for me.
Falling to my back, a heavy sigh escaped, enough that Gabby’s hand on my stomach jolted.
“That didn’t sound like a happy sound,” she murmured, and her eyes fluttered open. “How long have you been awake?”
“Few minutes.” My fingers found her hair and ran through her thick, silky locks. “Sleep well?”
“Like the dead. How long was I out?”
“Couple of hours. I think we both probably needed a decent bed.”
“Especially when it came with all that before stuff.”
I chuckled. “Before stuff?”
“You know what I mean. I don’t think my hips will work right for a week.”
“If you expect me to feel bad about that, I don’t. I’m going to replay earlier in my mind forever.”
A slow shiver rolled through her, making her curl into me.
She’d gotten off on all of it. And holy hot damn, it’d been some of the hottest sex ever.
“I’d never done that,” I said, softly, wanting her to know. “I don’t know where that came from, but I want you to know that. I just… I needed to claim all of you.”
If she was surprised by my admission, she didn’t show it.