Sunrise Fires by Heather LaBarge Read Free Book Online

a groan from him. And now that he was lubricated and primed, I rose back to his head, purple glistening and dripping profusely. I slid him quickly into my mouth, taking in as much of his cock as I could, striping my tongue with pre-cum all the way back to my throat. As he slammed into the back of my throat, I swallowed hard, squeezing the head of his cock with my throat muscles. Working quickly, I slid him into and out of my throat over and over again, each time increasing in intensity and speed. My hand worked his shaft in time with my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum. I reached up with my other hand and coaxed his balls to give me what I wanted. Balls, tongue, throat, stroke, balls, tongue, throat, stroke. He tensed and his balls drew up as I felt the first spurt of cum surge through his dick. I pushed him all the way to the back of my mouth, stretching my soft pallet but not letting him all the way into my throat. I wanted to taste him, to feel his cum spurt forcefully into my mouth.
    He placed a hand gently at the back of my head and groaned loudly as one word defined his feelings: “Fuck!” And then he filled my mouth with shot after shot of warm seed. I swallowed and swallowed, and sucked and swallowed, until I had sucked him soft again.
    I crawled up to him and kissed his neck as I lay on top of him, one leg between his and the other on his left side. It felt good to cover him with my body, sharing warmth and connectedness. He moved my hair from around my face and looked at me before kissing me tenderly on my forehead; grabbing the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch, he covered us.
    “I love you,” I whispered.
    “I love you, too, baby.”

Chapter Six
    I n the days that followed Chris’s welcome home dinner, Germany came up multiple times, but Ryan never agreed to go, and I never had the balls to ask him directly if he would. Instead, we poked at the subject and kept sliding it off to the right more and more. Mr. Dullberth called twice more, but I didn’t answer. Fuck him, I thought. Just fuck him for wanting an answer.
    I went to work, but being a regional manager meant that, more often, I could visit my stores rather than spend much time in my office at corporate. I didn’t want to be there; I resented what was happening and didn’t want to deal with it. I had one week to make a decision. Regardless, I needed to clean out my desk, so I made short trips to the office at odd hours to accomplish the task piecemeal.
    “Nice to see you in the office for a change.” It was Jackie, my best coworker and friend. Jackie and I had both started at Huntington’s on the sales floor. When we worked together, we were often paired to design and set up sales displays. Over time, we became close, going for drinks after work or hiking and camping together. At that time in our lives, Jackie and I talked nearly daily and helped each other with everyday struggles, including, at times, the frustrating parts of working the sales floor at Huntington’s. As I rose through the sales ranks, Jackie continued to go to college, and the frequency of our contact gradually faded. Still, my affection for her had not waned, and when we saw each other, our friendship was always rekindled.
    “Hey, babe, how’ve you been?” I hugged her warmly; she smelled of rose water and berries. She was slight, barely ninety pounds and less than five feet tall. She was one of the spunkiest, sportiest, most independent women I’d ever met, and she was a spitfire to anyone who doubted her. Her thin blond hair had just a hint of strawberry hues to it that accented her mint green eyes beautifully.
    “I’ve missed you.” Jackie wasn’t one to speak of emotional topics, so the admission that she missed me was a stretch for her and a heartwarming surprise. I raised an eyebrow and smiled appreciatively as I met her eyes. She looked away and poked at the loose papers on my desk. “I heard what they did to you.”
    My lips tightened to a