Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
West
I look around the dark bedroom, trying to decide what we’re going to do. Since intercourse is off the table, we have lots of other options, but there’s also the issue of getting naked in this freezing bedroom. We’re good if we can stay under the covers, though.
“Is there a towel nearby?” I ask.
“In the closet,” she replies, pointing.
I reach into the closet and grab a towel I can’t really see in the darkness but it doesn’t matter.
“Do we need a candle?” I ask.
“All I need is for you to get in this bed,” she grumbles.
I chuckle, sliding under the covers and pulling her into my arms. Her bare breasts are pressed against my shirt, while her shirt, hoodie and bra are still bunched under her arms. It looks uncomfortable.
“Are you too cold to take this off?” I ask.
“Not if you’re holding me.”
I tug the offensive articles of clothing over her head and then slide my sweats and boxers off beneath the covers. It’s kind of funny that I’m bare on the bottom and she’s topless but I just want to touch her.
“When was the last time you gave a hand job?” I ask with a chuckle.
She giggles. “Uh… High school?”
“Then I guess you’re about due.”
We laugh together as I pull her on top of me so I can kiss her some more.
She’s so damn sweet, her lips are like heaven.
I could kiss her forever, which is weird for me because while I enjoy kissing, it’s not my favorite thing.
I’m a breasts guy, and hers are incredible.
Not only are they a perfect, perky handful, they’re extremely sensitive, which I love.
I could spend hours touching and kissing them.
If I’m honest, I could spend hours doing anything with her.
Everything about her is soft, sweet, and sexy. From her red hair to her long legs and beautiful tits, I can’t wait until I can see her fully naked.
She lifts her head and looks down into my face. Even before she speaks I see the mischief in her eyes. “Dear sir, I cannot reach your manhood in this position,” she deadpans.
I do my best not to laugh. “Pardon me, madam.” I gently roll her onto her side and then roll onto mine, so we’re facing each other. “Is this position more to your liking?”
“Very good.” She bats her eyelashes at me before reaching out to wrap her hand around my cock.
Oh, hell. It’s a damn good thing I got that towel because I have no doubt I’m going to make a mess again.
How does she get me this excited? It’s not like I’m some horny teen touching a woman for the first time.
But it sure feels like it with Serena. Maybe it’s the fact that we can’t have intercourse. Whatever it is, I like it.
No, I fucking love the way it feels when she touches me.
She’s not tentative or unsure of herself. Her grip is firm but gentle, gliding up and down slowly and rhythmically. As if she already knows exactly what I like.
“If you keep this up, I’m not going to last.”
“Is there a reason for you to hold out?” she asks, her hand deftly stroking me into oblivion. She picks up speed but then slows down again, rubbing her thumb along the tip. I’m already leaking, and she rubs the moisture around the head.
“I think I need a taste,” she whispers. Before I realize her plans, she disappears beneath the covers and the next thing I know, she’s got me in her mouth.
“Angel…oh fuck.” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut against the pleasure already starting to zing down my spine. “Slow down…I don’t want…to come…yet.”
She does as I ask, lightening her touch and using the tip of her tongue to circle the head of my cock.
She has a hand wrapped around the base, squeezing firmly while simultaneously kissing and teasing the head.
This is glorious torture and my hips cant upward, pushing into her mouth.
She takes this as me being ready for more and she sucks me so deep my eyes roll back.
Holy fuck.
She’s gorgeous, sexy, and is deep throating me.
I feel my dick hit the back of her throat and everything spirals from there.
One hand digs into her hair, holding her right where I want her as I drive into her mouth.
It’s warm and wet, and she takes every inch expertly, allowing me to fuck her mouth the way I want to someday fuck her pussy.
“Fuck, Serena!” I growl through my orgasm, shooting hard and hot down her throat. And she swallows every drop.
I’m still reeling from one of the best blow jobs of my life when she pops her head back up, a very satisfied look on her face.
“How’s that for a hand job?” she asks.
“I need a minute,” I pant. “Because I might be dead.”
She laughs softly and moves into the crook of my arm. “Death wasn’t really the goal.”
“Neither was a blow job.”
“I couldn’t help myself. I really needed a taste.”
“Now I need to reciprocate.”
“Not tonight.” She shivers. “No way am I taking off any more clothes.”
I note that her skin has goosebumps and I hug her tighter. “Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you’re nice and warm.”
I’ve just pushed her onto her back when we hear the door click open.
“Mommy?” Joey’s voice is quiet, filled with worry. “Are you here?”
Serena sits up but covers herself with the sheet. “I’m right here, honey. What’s wrong?”
“I’m cold.”
“Okay. Hang on.” It’s dark, so I surreptitiously hold out her hoodie, and she pulls it over her head before sliding out of bed. She pads over to Joey and I can vaguely make out her picking him up, carrying him out of view.
I take the opportunity to hit the bathroom and clean up, making sure to put my pants back on.
I’ve just gotten back in bed when Serena comes back, still holding Joey. She puts him on the bed and cocks her head, a worried expression on her face. “Would you be terribly upset if he slept with us tonight?” she asks. “It’s really cold in his room.”
What can I say to that except, “Of course not. Get in, big guy.”
Joey wiggles under the covers and nestles into the spot Serena was in just a few minutes ago.
Since I’m fully dressed, there’s no reason he can’t cuddle against me, and he seems to have no qualms about getting comfortable.
Serena gets in on his other side and reaches over to begin stroking Joey’s back.
We’re quiet for a while but then her soft voice breaks the silence.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“It’s okay,” I whisper back.
It’s not ideal but it really is cold on the other side of the apartment where Joey’s cubby hole of a room is. I’m a horny son of a bitch, but I’m not an idiot. A child’s comfort is always going to come before my sex drive.
I can tell by Joey’s soft, even breathing, he’s already fast asleep. I turn onto my side and reach over him, resting my hand on her hip, since she’s also on her side, facing me.
“I owe you one,” I say.
“Considering you just got C-O-C-K blocked, I think we’re even.”
“I was very well taken care of with the world’s best B-L-O-W J-O-B.”
We chuckle, but even in the darkness, I can see her searching my face, as if she’s concerned I’m mad or something.
“When the storm is over, we’ll have a sleep over at my place,” I promise. “We’ll make sure there’s coverage for Joey so we can have a little alone time. I’m sure Jayne will help out if I ask her.”
She hesitates but then nods. “Okay.” She pauses. “Tell me about your roommates. Jayne is…Bodi’s girlfriend?”
I’ve talked about everyone in general terms, so I give her more details. “Yes. She’s our old coach’s daughter.”
“The one who’s in prison?”
“Yup. It was a crazy couple of months. He was embezzling from the team and got caught. Meanwhile, he’d forbidden Bodi and Jayne from seeing each other, and yes, she’s an adult. Twenty-three.”
“Wow.”
“She’s great. I think you two will get along.”
“I’d like to meet her.”
“She’s now raising her seven-year-old sister because her dad and stepmom are both in prison.”
“The stepmom was embezzling too?”
“She pretended to start an interior design business or something. It’s convoluted, but yeah.
Jayne’s finishing her master’s degree in May, and she and Bodi contracted to build a house, so I told them to stay with me and save money until it’s finished.
It’s a little crowded sometimes, but honestly, I’m lucky to have a great group of people in my life. ”
“There’s Viktor and Simon too, right?”
“And Felix.”
She giggles. “I’m not going to remember all of them.”
“Felix is French-Canadian so you’ll remember him from his accent. Vik is Russian and though his English is getting better, there’s no mistaking the way he talks.”
“And the other guys are single?”
“Simon’s just out of a nasty divorce, so he’s not looking. Vik hooks up on the road but says he wants to avoid that here at home. And Felix is…quirky. He’s a bit of a hypochondriac, except when it comes to hockey. He complains about literally everything but always has your back if you need him.”
“They all sound like fun.”
“They are.”
Hopefully, she’s going to meet them soon.
We talk a little more but we’re both fading, and the next thing I know it’s morning.