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“Holy shit,” she murmurs. “I was wondering if I was going to be able to come again so quickly after everything that happened last night. Glad to see it’s not an issue.”

“Me too,” I say, grinning at her.

Violet blinks and then looks around, apparently just now realizing that we’re not on the road anymore. “You pulled over.”

“Yeah. Snow was falling too hard and the visibility was getting to be shit.” I slant a teasing look at her. “Didn’t help that I was definitely a little distracted.”

She laughs breathlessly, that charming blush on her cheeks. “I guess I should praise you for being a responsible driver then.” She looks down at where my pants are visibly tented over my throbbing cock and bites her lip. “You got turned on from that?”

“Of course I did. How could I not when you looked and sounded so damned good?”

The look she gives me is shy but determined. “I could, um… I mean, you didn’t come yet.”

I shrug. “It wasn’t about that. I just wanted to take care of you, and I enjoyed the hell out of making you come. I’m satisfied enough.”

Her eyes flash up to my face and then she grins, leaning over toward my side of the truck. I shiver when her hand slides upmy thigh and toward the button of my jeans. My blood heats just from that light touch, my cock already responding.

“What are you doing?”

“I think I’d enjoy the hell out of making you come too. To borrow your phrasing.”

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VIOLET

This is so much bolderthan I usually feel, but something about this moment makes me brave enough to do it.

It helps that Sawyer curses under his breath, his cock immediately twitching under the denim of his jeans. A thrill runs through me to see it. It’s exhilarating, having this effect on him, and I love it. He’s such a hot, strong man, and he could probably have anyone he wanted. But he’s here, making it really clear that he wants me.

I’m still turned on from being fingered by him, and I want more. I want to make him feel just as good as he made me feel.

So I undo his pants, unzipping them and reaching inside to feel the pulsing heat of his cock. There’s already a damp patch in his boxers, more proof of just how turned on he is right now.

“Fuck,” he groans, letting his head thunk back against the headrest. “You’re serious.”

“Yeah, I am. So… tell me what you want me to do?”

He swallows hard and looks down at me. “You’re such a fucking good girl. Touch me. Over my boxers to start.”

I obey, stroking the hard, hot line of his cock through the fabric. I let my fingers map the shape of it, and my pussyremembers the feeling of his cock inside me. It feels so much bigger in my hand now.

I find the head of him, rubbing the tip in slow circles, feeling the seeping wetness, sticky and warm.

Sawyer hisses out a breath, his hips bucking up. “Goddamn. Okay, I’m not gonna last if you keep that up. Take it out. I wanna feel you with nothing in the way.”

My heart pounds as I do. I pull him free of his boxers and wrap my hand around his shaft.

“Good girl,” Sawyer praises.

Andrew was never one to like it quick and dirty, so I didn’t give him a lot of hand jobs. I never really took the time to explore his cock or get to know what it felt like on this level.

But with Sawyer so exposed and willing, I have the chance now, and I seize it.

I stroke him slowly from base to tip, getting used to the firmness and weight of his cock in my hand. Gently, I trace a finger around the piercings in the tip, and Sawyer hisses a breath through his teeth.

“Sensitive?” I ask him.

He nods. “Yeah. Even more so when it’s you doing the touching.”