A warm, wet mouth explored his cock while a few talented fingers sojourned farther south, stroking and gently fondling his sac. Keeping with the cheesy baseball metaphors in his head, he’d rounded second base and was quickly bearing down on third. Of all the really nice ways a man could be woken up, a blowjob from a gorgeous redhead would have to be near the top of his list. He groaned in pleasure, feeling his cock swell and stiffen further with blood, and blinked his eyes a few times to clear the fog of sleep and get his bearings. He was in Tate’s bed, which they had thoroughly desecrated the night before. Twilight oozed in through the cracks in the drapes, lending a soft filtered light to the room. It was early still—too early for her to be waking up with sex on the brain. Then she took him deep, and he decided to simply appreciate Tate’s sexy brain, no matter the hour. Biting the inside of his cheek to keep his morning hair trigger from going off, he reached down to tenderly stroke her hollowed cheek.
