Page 34 of Meet Me in the Valley (Oakwood Valley #2)

Chapter Twenty-Three

LOGAN

Her shoulder blades move in a trance-like motion as she makes her way down my body, leaving wet kisses in her wake. Flat on my back, I watch her tongue dart out and tease my skin with those enchantress eyes boring into me. Beautiful hazel pools of desire.

Fuck, and I’m obsessed with her hair. The color. The smell. The length. I shiver when the ends tickle my inner thighs as she teases her sinful mouth around my throbbing cock. I flex it, jerking against her forehead. I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

“Down, boy,” she teases, licking the underside of my dick to shut me up.

It works.

I reach for her hair, pushing the loose strands away from her face, and gather it with both hands atop her head. I need to see her eyes when she takes the whole of me in her hot mouth. The second she does, I swear I lose my vision as everything around me goes black.

“Jesus, fuck ,” I hiss through gritted teeth.

I take all the mental pictures my mind allows before I get too lost in a euphoric tidal wave.

Her perfect lips stretched around my girth. Click.

Her round, peachy ass swaying in the air as she sucks me down. Click.

Her pretty eyes watering when my cock hits the back of her tight throat. Click.

Click click click.

She’s not even one minute into this blow job and I’m fighting demons to keep from coming into her mouth. It’s her eyes that have me close to free falling. I’ve been in this position before. Exactly like this. On my back, a woman between my legs, my cock in her mouth, and my hands in her hair.

But Tia’s eyes. No, it’s not the color or the shape of them. Even though they are the most beautiful set of eyes I’ve ever seen. No. It’s so much more.

It’s the fucking adoration behind them. The trust she has for me. The love.

No woman has ever looked at me the way Tia is now. She’s hell-bent on bringing me pleasure, to see my face fall with rapture and break at her mercy. She wants my surrender, and I’m going to give it to her in spades.

She’s bringing me higher with each swallow, hollowing her cheeks on each upstroke and opening her throat with the downstroke. It’s driving me so fucking mad my head spins out of control. I can’t help but thrust up into her mouth as my hands push down on her head, fully fucking her filthy mouth.

She spits. I groan. She gags. I nearly cry.

“T. Baby. Please let me fuck your throat. Fucking please,” I beg. I don’t give a fuck how pathetic I sound. I need to come so far down her throat she’ll taste me for days.

Popping off my slick cock, I get her permission with a simple nod. I waste no time, carefully leading Tia off the bed, throwing a pillow on the floor for her knees. I’m not a total asshat.

I stand at the edge of the bed with my sexy minx on her knees, palms flat on her thighs, tongue out flat and waiting.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. What am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck my face, I hope?”

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She fucking winks, using the tip of her devil tongue to lick the pre-cum leaking from the tip, goading me with her cat-like eyes.

I slap her tongue three times with the head of my dick before shoving it into her mouth. She takes it like the good girl she is, breathing through her nose and relaxing her throat as I fuck it into oblivion.

I don’t want this to end. I haven’t even been inside of her yet and I just want this moment to last. I revel in the way her hair threads through my fingers like a fine silk.

All of my senses enhance, surging into colossal heights as my impending orgasm coils tight within my groin, like a band ready to snap.

I chase it hard, my eyes searing into Tia’s.

We’re connected. We’re there.

“Going to come, T. In or out,” I grit out the demand with my jaw clenched tight, barely able to get the words out through my teeth as my orgasm builds at rapid speed.

She answers me by grabbing the backs of my thighs, pushing herself further down on my cock until I can’t go any further.

Christ almighty.

Tia moans around me, and I shoot off into the sky, flying so damn high my skin burns from how fucking good it feels. The blood rushes all at once between my legs. I almost buckle, fire and whole body tingles erupting in one unstoppable motion.

Stars explode. Bombs go off. And I’m moaning Tia’s name like an incantation, spellbound by every part of her as I fucking levitate.

I come, and I come.

She swallows me down with no reluctance, working her throat to take all of me and my arousal that’s pulsing—throbbing.

When my feet touch the ground, Tia slides her mouth off of my still rock-hard dick with leftover cum on the corner of her mouth. I take my thumb and swipe it, pushing it back into her mouth as her tongue greedily sucks it off.

We both breathe heavily. Her lips glisten, too tempting for my lips not to taste them. Pulling her up to stand, I do exactly that.

I taste and savor as the mix of us bursts on my tongue. Soft salt, breath, and heat. It’s my new favorite flavor.

We fall to the bed in satiated bliss. Tia props herself on her side, and I do the same. We lay there in a comfortable silence, only our hands communicating with greedy touches. Her fingers drag along my chest; mine along the curve of her breast.

“That was …” Tia starts, scooting closer to press our chests flush against one another.

“Fucking. Incredible.” I finish her thought, stealing another kiss just because I can.

I can get used to this. Cuddling after an orgasm isn’t something I’ve done.

Everything I knew before has flown out the window in just one night of having her body.

It’s like my brain is rewiring itself, reworking new paths that only lead to Tia and how I can be the best man for her.

I’ve never wanted to be the best of anything for any woman.

The best friend? Yes. The best son? For Dad, of course. For Mom, too, even if I don’t think she deserves it. But the best boyfriend? Partner? Lover? Only Tia gets that effort from me.

She must have been slowly shifting things in my heart from the very start.

Our platonic relationship was real. The realest thing I’ve ever had aside from Donovan.

There was always this need to protect her.

To see her succeed. To support her in her dreams. Deep down, I think I’ve always been that man for her, but my jaded heart kept any thoughts of intimacy deeper than friendship blocked out.

A solid steel wall surrounding it. I thought I could keep it foolproof. Reinforced. Impenetrable.

Who knew Tia held the key this entire time.

“I’m starving.”

“I just fed you my dick.”

Tia shoves me back with both hands, grabbing a pillow and smothering me with it. I laugh beneath it, using my hands to find her ass and pull her on top of me. I spank her three times, but she’s still shoving the pillow down on my face.

I think this woman is trying to kill me.

When she lifts the pillow, I’m met with the sexiest sight—I can’t get enough.

Tia naked with her long black hair cascading over her pierced nipples will be an image I add to my spank bank. I look between us, stifling a laugh as my cock grows harder.

“No. Absolutely not. Calm yourself, Lo. I need sustenance.”

“I can’t control him! One look at you and I’m a goner, T. Do you even know how sexy you are? Asking me to calm down around you is like asking a kangaroo not to jump. Nearly impossible.”

“That’s the weirdest fucking analogy.”

“Let me inside you,” I groan, grinding myself on her. She doesn’t look impressed. It only makes me smile wider.

“I. Need. Food. Now.”

She leans down to give me a kiss, but pulls away too quickly before I can do anything about it. She’s off of me the next second, leaving me and my sad boner alone.

“I’m getting room service.” Her voice grows distant as she walks toward the hotel phone across the room. “And I’m ordering the entire menu since you’re buying!”

I huff out an amused laugh, knowing I wouldn’t be able to stop her even if I tried. Not that I would. I’ll give this woman anything in the world. She wants to order enough room service for ten grown men? So be it.

“Anything you want, baby. Anything you want.”

I’m running as fast as I can, at least in my head I am.

My mind is telling me to go faster, but there’s a dead weight anchoring me into the lush grass below.

I’m moving, but not really. The sky is stone gray.

Slanted rain angrily pelts down, soaking my t-shirt to my skin and clumping my eyelashes together.

I feel the squelch of wet grass between my toes, somehow barefoot and freezing cold.

I don’t hear the rainfall. I don’t hear thunder. The entire world around me is void of sound, other than my rapid breaths and deep grunts as I try to get my fucking feet to move.

All I can see is her. She’s keeled over, as if in pain, screaming at me. Her blonde hair sticks to her face, her eyes gaunt like a corpse bride. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

Why does she look like that? What happened to her?

She used to look like the sun. Bright, warm, full of life and morning.

She felt like morning to me. When I would wake up, her bright white smile was the first to greet me.

Her hair was gold, like the coins inside my treasure chest toy.

We’d play pirates, and I was always Captain Hook.

She’d be Red-Handed Jill, always trying to steal my treasure.

I want to go back. I need her to come back so I can pretend to slash her with my hook.

She’d lay there dead with her tongue sticking out.

I’d push my ear into her chest where her heart lived to make sure I didn’t really kill her.

Then she’d scream, tickling me until I couldn’t breathe because my laughter would take over my body.