I can’t make her admit that she’s leaving. I can’t — I won’t — make her stay here for me. I can’t make her give up her dreams to live in the middle of nowhere.
But I can make her come.
I pull my fingers out to a soft sigh, add a third, push them back in to the sound of her breath going ragged as she pushes back into me, wordlessly begging for more. I stroke her and lick slowly, up and down, dragging my tongue against the most sensitive parts of her until she’s panting, groaning, her muscles trembling around my fingers.
She whispers my name, and if I wasn’t already rock-hard, I am now, my cock straining against my zipper as she grabs the edge of the counter like she’s bracing herself. The fingers of my other hand dig into her thigh as I lick harder, longer, sunk inside her up to the knuckle.
June gasps, holds her breath, gasps again, the sound almost like a whimper as she bucks back against me, pushing me even deeper.
I close my lips around her clit and suck.
She comes. She clenches around me and she groans and every muscle in her body tenses, then relaxes as she whispers my name again. Now her hand is on my head, her fingers trying to work through my hair, but I don’t stop. I don’t let go.
After all, she’s mine, and she’s mine all the more as she comes again and this time her knees buckle for just a moment, her channel clenching even harder around me. Now my name’s out loud, not whispered, her knuckles white on the edge of the counter. I can feel the shockwave as it passes through her body, a shudder, a ripple.
I don’t stop. I suck at her harder, her juices now running from my fingers and into my mouth. I suck and I lap her up and she’s on her toes, hand in my hair, and I can’t tell if she’s trying to move away or toward me but she’s saying my name and she’s sure not asking me to stop, and I don’t.
This time she shakes when she comes. This time I have to hold her up, even as I think she might break my fingers. I finally let her go and she’s face down on the metal counter, one arm over her head, her other hand still tangled in my hair.
This is June, undone.
I pull my fingers out of her, lick them off, stand. She turns, pulls her jeans back up and before she’s done, I’m pressing her backward, against the counter again, in full view of anyone who enters but I’m so far beyond caring I can’t see it in the rearview mirror.
I kiss her hard, deep, and she kisses me back. I know I taste like her and I want her to know it, to taste herself on my lips.
She does. She must. She slides her fingers underneath the waist of my jeans, pulls me in until I’m crushed against her heat, my mouth still on hers.
“Go tell them,” I growl.
“Not yet,” she says, and then my button is undone, the zipper down.
Her hand closes around my cock, strokes. I groan into her mouth, the thrill and the ache going all the way to my bones.
“Go,” I say again, my voice harsher, rougher.
“Stop talking,” she tells me and suddenly my cock is out and she’s pumping me, and I can’t help but to thrust against her, my fingers in her hair again, a sound I don’t recognize coming from my chest.
Then June is on her knees, my hand still in her hair, and one second later her mouth is around my cock, lips sliding down my shaft.
Reality unravels. That’s what it feels like, at least, at my cock hits the back of her throat, and she swallows against the head, her hand fisted around the base.
Then I’m leaning over her, one hand against the counter, the other in her hair as her head moves up and down my shaft, the world slowly exploding in front of my eyes.
It doesn’t take long. It never does. I manage to say her name, once, my voice rough, just before I come and she pushes her mouth down my shaft, swallows. She swallows again as I come, and again, and I have to hold on tight because if I don’t, I think I might fall forever and never come out the other side.
And then it’s done, and I can see again. June pulls back with one last lick at the head of my cock, and it makes every muscle in my body jerk. I pull her to standing, push my lips against hers while she still tastes like me.
I ravage her mouth, there in the dark. I plunder her. I want everything she has to give; I want more than she has to give and right here, right now, I’m tempted to take it.