Page 115 of Your Last First Kiss

I’m already nodding as I sink to my knees. He takes two long, rough pulls on his very impressive length before rubbing his palm over his tip. I lick my lips, greedy in my need for this.

“Words, Penny.” He sounds tortured, and his hand jerking his long, hard shaft picks up speed.

“I want to suck your dick,” I say in a rush. And then he’s there. Rubbing his tip along the seam of my lips.

“Look at how pretty my crown is resting against my queen’s lips,” he growls. “So fucking pretty.”

I open my mouth, but he continues to outline my lips, so I stick out my tongue.

“Oh, baby. You’re ready to play today.” He smacks his length against my outstretched tongue, and just when I think he won’t actually let me suck him off, he guides himself to the back of my throat.

I have little to no experience with this. Does it matter? Even thinking about doing it with Eddy always made me gag before I reached him, and he’d get so pissed off I wouldn’t see him for days.

“Stop thinking, Penny. Just focus on breathing because I’ve dreamed about this for so long that I won’t last.”

His thrusts are just on this side of being too rough, and my traitorous body responds. My clit throbs, and my entire body sizzles with so much sexual desire I might burst into flames.

Dillon reaches the back of my throat, and I try to swallow against the intrusion.

“Shit, Penny. Shit, your fucking mouth is heaven.” He eases back, and I gasp for air. “Play with my balls.”

Reaching between his legs, I cup him. What the hell do I do with them now? When he doesn’t offer any direction, I use the pads of my fingers to explore his body.

When I hit a particular spot, he hisses. “Right there. Jesus Christ. Press right there.” I follow his command, and the first shot of salty cream hits the back of my throat.

It’s—different and not nearly as unpleasant as I’d thought it would be, but when I look up into his eyes that are hooded with lust? I’m done.

Dillon Henry is my new favorite flavor.

He comes with a string of mostly incoherent curses, but when his dark eyes find mine, he hooks me under my arms and lifts me to my feet.

“That was an appetizer,” he whispers darkly. “I hope you’re able to be quiet because the things I’m going to do to you tonight will wake the dead otherwise.”

Dillon tucks his still-hard cock into his pants and adjusts his shirt. Turning his attention to me, he leans down to brush off my knees. That’s when I notice some kind of oil stain on my kneecaps.

“Oh my God. I kneeled in something. Everyone will know what we were doing. Oh my God!”

“Relax, Penny.”

The door behind him tries to open, and he pushes it closed with his back.

“Jesus Christ. Not again,” Grady bellows from behind the door. “I swear to the devil himself, if I find another condom in the mop bucket, I’ll burn this place down myself.”

My eyes go wide as Dillon listens to make sure Grady has moved along.

“My knees,” I plead.

“It’s dark in the bar. No one will notice. We’ll just make a quick escape, okay?”

“Okay. Yes, that could work,” I admit. It is dark out there.

“And, Penny?” He waits until I look up at him, and when I do, his expression softens. “I love you too.”

CHAPTER36

DILLON

“Ilove you too.”