LOGINAutumn I’ve never done anything like that before, but the boldness is still in me, and I want to make him feel good. So I do, spitting on his cock and feeling my body react to it at the same time his cock twitches in my hand.He groans, hips shifting.“Fuck yes.”I could wait for him to tell me what else he wants… but there’s something I want to do too. I have to lean over more, but I manage, dipping down low so I can take the head of him into my mouth.“Oh shit.” His voice goes even lower and slightly strained. “You don’t have to—”Before he can even finish that sentence, I take more of him in my mouth, sliding down lower and then a bit more. His words dry up and I can feel the tension in him. The way he fights not to buck up and bury his cock in my throat.I’m grateful in the moment, but a part of me wants to know what it would feel like too.“Fuck. Fuck, Peaches, your fucking mouth. Fuck, you feel so good.”That just spurs me on, and I work to take him deeper, using my hand to c
Autumn I’ve never done anything like that before, but the boldness is still in me, and I want to make him feel good. So I do, spitting on his cock and feeling my body react to it at the same time his cock twitches in my hand.He groans, hips shifting.“Fuck yes.”I could wait for him to tell me what else he wants… but there’s something I want to do too. I have to lean over more, but I manage, dipping down low so I can take the head of him into my mouth.“Oh shit.” His voice goes even lower and slightly strained. “You don’t have to—”Before he can even finish that sentence, I take more of him in my mouth, sliding down lower and then a bit more. His words dry up and I can feel the tension in him. The way he fights not to buck up and bury his cock in my throat.I’m grateful in the moment, but a part of me wants to know what it would feel like too.“Fuck. Fuck, Peaches, your fucking mouth. Fuck, you feel so good.”That just spurs me on, and I work to take him deeper, using my hand to c
Benedict Autumn nods intently. “Mm, let me think about it.” I go back to my earlier pace, working her up all over again. And then just like before, when she gets too close, I pull away, leaving her panting in frustration. Watching her squirm is amusing, and my cock is throbbing with approval at the desperate sounds she’s making. There’s something about doing this in my truck that makes it even hotter, and that makes me want to draw it out even more. “Please,” she begs. “Please let me come. Please let me come for you.” The ‘for you’ almost bowls me over right then and there. It’s just the two of us here, so she really would be coming just for me. While this is happening, the snow starts falling harder. Visibility is low, and I know for a fact that it won’t be safe to drive for much longer. The exit sign we pass shows that we’ve reached the edge of Sweetwater Lake, and I pull off to the side of the road, not wanting to risk crashing while I work Autumn up. She doesn’t
Benedict I put my focus back on the road as we keep driving, and I can feel the tension growing in the truck. Outside, fat flakes of snow fall on the road and the windshield of the truck.Maybe I was too honest just now, but I spoke without thinking. Autumn does that to me sometimes. Something about being around her makes it easy to just let my thoughts spill from my head out of my mouth, without me taking time to consider if I should be saying it or not. It’s just easy to be honest with her.But it is true, though. For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel that tug, that pull to get back on the road, to be moving again. It could be because I haven’t been home in so long. Sweetwater Lake will always be the place where I grew up, where my family has its roots. But there’s probably more to it than that.I don’t know what it all means, and I’m a little afraid to examine it too closely. So much has shifted in the last few days, and I’m still wrapping my head around all of it. I kno
We end up in the next town over, and Benedict parks outside a shop that looks shiny and expensive. It’s one of those fancy home goods stores, where everything is made from dark woods and gilded metals and costs more than I make in a month.“What are we doing here?” I ask him, looking around in awe as we step inside.“You’re not very good with surprises, are you?” he asks, teasing. “Give it a minute.”A sales lady comes over, dressed in a crisp blazer and slacks. “Can I help you two?” she asks.“I have an order to pick up,” Benedict says. “Last name Montgomery.”She consults her tablet and then smiles. “Benedict? I see your order here, give me a second to go grab it.”“What did you order?” I ask, unable to stop asking questions.He just smiles and leads me over to one of the displays. On it is one of those fancy coffee machines that I’ve dreamed about. It does espresso and steams and froths milk, and can handle pods as well as brew big pots. It’s a gorgeous, shiny stainless steel thing
Autumn “You okay?” Benedict asks.I give him a look. “Oh yeah, just my body being unimpressed with all the exercise last night.”He snorts. “You seemed pretty impressed last night.”“Did we hurt you?” Elijah wants to know.I shake my head. “No, it’s just… it’s been a while since I had sex, period, and last night was…”“A lot,” Luke supplies.“In a good way,” I rush to add. “In a really good way. But now I’m paying for it because I didn’t even know I could be sore like this.”The guys are sympathetic to my pain, but it’s also very clear they’re feeling some kind of manly pride over it. I poke Elijah in the side about it, giving him a frown.“Sorry,” he says with a guilty grin. “But there is something nice about knowing that you’re going to be thinking of us with every step today.”“Mm, yeah,” Benedict agrees. “I like that a lot. You won’t be able to forget the way we wore you out last night.”My sore pussy clenches at his words, making me moan in both arousal and slight pain. I shoot







