The Hookup (Moonlight and Motor Oil #1)(62)

“Fuck,” he ground out. “Fuck,” he groaned.

And then he blew.

His powerful body strung tight and his cum jetted up his chest. His hands manipulating mine in a rough, tight, fierce way I’d never begin to touch him, it seemed he forced the cum out of his cock, squeezed it from his balls, and I whimpered and whinnied through my panting at the splendor of it.

“You’re . . . just . . . beautiful,” I breathed.

I barely got that out when my hands were pulled away and Johnny slid under me, taking me off my knees.

I landed on him and he pulled me through his cum as he hauled me up his chest. When he could, he grasped my hips and yanked me higher.

I gasped as I made my knees, exposed over him, and grabbed the headboard as his hands gripped my hips and he planted me on his mouth.

My head fell back and I ground into his face in a way that might have dawned on me was too much if his hands at my hips weren’t pulsing me into him.

He was tongue fucking me, sucking my clit, biting it and I was rolling into every move, breathless, riding his face like I’d ride his cock.

My hand moved to his at my hip, and like he’d done to me, I showed him the way, pushing it back, curling his fingers in until the tip of his middle found my anus.

He growled up my cunt and then I was off, on all fours beside him on the bed.

But only for half a second.

He pulled me back on his face but with me facing the other direction, a hand between my shoulder blades shoving me down.

His cock was still hard.

I gobbled it in my mouth.

He grunted up my pussy, yanked me down to his mouth and I felt a wet finger gently pressing up my ass.

I lost him with my mouth as my neck arched back, a cry escaped me before I forced out a breathy, “God, yes,” and when he started to slide his finger out, I went back to his cock and again sucked it deep.

He ate me rough, fucked my ass gentle and I sucked his cock hard, cupping his balls, squeezing, feeling his grunts just as I heard them, taking his thrusts when he started driving up into my mouth, grinding my pussy in his face.

I just had the presence of mind to wrap my hand warm around him when my entire body arched up and back, smothering his face with my cunt.

I moaned, loud and long and low as he shoved his finger up my ass and ate me through an overwhelming climax that shook me from head to toe, leaving me blinded to all but his mouth, gasping for breath, straining into him, lost.

I vaguely became aware his hand was again around mine on his cock and he was pumping and it was fortunate I vaguely became aware of that because I did just in time to watch him come again all over his belly.

The gushes were weakening, he was using both our hands to milk himself dry, and that was when I collapsed on him, my cheek to the junction of his thigh and hipbone, my hair falling everywhere, my face nuzzling his shaft and balls, a soft sound escaping my mouth when he tenderly pulled out of my ass.

Johnny shifted my hair off my cheek and kept running his fingers through it as he ran his lips along the inside of my thigh.

I trembled on top of him.

He sank his teeth into the inside of my thigh.

I jolted and then melted into him.

“Iz?”

I shifted just enough to nuzzle the area between cock and balls.

“Iz.” That sounded gruffer but also amused.

“Mm?”

More amused than gruff. “You goin’ to sleep?”

“Mm.”

“As much as I like your pretty pussy and the idea you can fall asleep with it in my face, you wanna roll off?”

It took effort but I rolled off.

He shifted me around so I was righted in bed and rolled on me.

I looked at his handsome, sated, amazing face.

He was smiling.

“Okay. Good to know that you can get hotter than jumping my junk in a barn,” he declared.

“I didn’t jump your junk,” I mumbled, physically incapable of offering more than a mumble.

“Baby, you hopped right up and nearly planted yourself on my dick.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, finding I had the energy to trail my fingertips up and down his back, so I did that.

His amusement didn’t flee but it got warmer and sweeter.

His voice was warmer and sweeter too, when he asked, “You wanna know what I like?”

“Can I guess?” I asked back.

“Shoot,” he offered, still smiling.

I expended the effort to lift my head to touch his mouth with mine and found it took it all out of me, so I let my head plop to the pillows and wrapped my arms around him.

“You like blowing for me.”

“Oh yeah, I like that,” he agreed.

“I liked it too,” I shared.

“I noticed,” he replied.

“Like . . . a lot,” I told him.

I felt him chuckle. “Yeah. I noticed.”

“A lot, a lot, alotalot,” I unnecessarily confirmed.

He smiled again. “You wanna know what else I like?”

“Me riding your face.”

His smile got bigger. “Yeah, baby. Definitely. When you totally lose it and become all sex kitten, it rocks my world.”

“Good,” I muttered.

“Iz,” he called.

“Yes?” I answered.

“You’re covered in my cum, baby,” he whispered.