Page 124 of Touchdown, Tennessee

I took him as deep as I could, bottoming out and unable to breathe as I pushed the tip deep into my throat for a few moments. He let out a light string of curses under his breath, and when I pulled back, slowly gliding the tip of my tongue all along his shaft, he was practically petting my hair.

“Why are you so good at that?” he murmured, his voice all different, now.

I pulled off, squeezing his cock and lazily stroking it as I met his eyes.

“You know, when you look at me with eyes like that, I swear it makes me feel like I could come in my pants even without touching my dick,” I told him.

He bit back a slight smile, his teeth coming down on his lower lip.

“You really do like me, don’t you?” he said.

“You have no idea, Peach.”

When I went down on him again I didn’t break eye contact this time. I held his gaze as I bobbed up and down on him, and when he started to fuck upwards into my mouth again in a slow rhythm, I watched his eyes go glassy again.

“Well, I really like you too,” he said in that low whisper again.

My heart felt too big all over again.

I feel like it goes beyond just ‘liking’ you, and I feel crazy for even thinking about a different word.

A word that also starts with L, that I have no goddamn business feeling about someone this quickly.

But nothing is normal with you, is it?

I gripped the base of his dick hard as I increased my pressure with my tongue, hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked.

“You’re going to make me come, baby,” he said softly.

Fuck.

Don’t call me that.

But also… please call me that again?

Something strange was happening inside me.

All I was doing was sucking Andrew’s dick like it was my goddamned life purpose, not even touching my own cock other than the desperate ache as it shoved up against the front of my jeans.

But I was so turned on it may as well have been my cock in his mouth.

Everything with Peachel was too good.

Too fuckinghot.

Even the way he breathed out a sigh as I ran my tongue along the underside of his dick was like a drug to me, and I needed more, every time.

“I’m close?—”

I pushed my tongue onto him even harder.

I felt him start to tense up under me and for the first time, I felt like I was doing more than just giving him my mouth.

I realized that I was giving himallof me.

Every goddamn moment I’d spent with Peachel had been like this.

In the beginning I kept thinking it would be simple. Easy. Physical only, and nothing more.