Chapter 18 #3
As soon as I position myself on the blanket Sloane scrambles on top of me. She undoes her coat and shrugs off of it, handing it to me. “Use it for your head.”
“Oh. I’m fine. I don’t need—”
“I’m overheating and I don’t need it.”
“I’m overheating too,” I confess.
She bites her bottom lip and unzips my jacket for me. “Is that better?”
The cool air rushes in, hitting all the sweat soaked parts of me. It feels like heaven. I’m not sure that it smells that way, but I can’t do anything about that.
Sloane perches over me, her knees at either side of my thighs. “Can I unzip your jeans?”
“If you want.”
“Oh, I want.”
“Okay. Lie back then.” Her hand splays in the center of my chest and guides me down.
“Are you okay?” She looms over me, head bent, the big bow flopping to the back of her head and her ponytail flipping over.
“You’re not too cold, or the—your back isn’t hurting from the metal?
Are you comfortable?” She catches herself and huffs.
“Sorry. You can take the mom out of the house, but you can’t take the mom out of me.
” She peeks up at me shyly. “I know that’s not how that saying goes. ”
She doesn’t frantically tear my zipper open, but I can feel how badly she wants this. That’s probably not the only reason that she’s shaking. She takes all the time in the world undoing the button of my jeans. She works them open almost in slow motion.
“I like that you check in with me. It’s nice.”
She pauses and for a horrible span of time, I’m worried that I’ve said the wrong thing, but then she sighs and her eyes flick up to my face. “I understand that.”
She reaches inside my jeans and palms my cock over my boxers.
The heat of her hand scorches me through the fabric, so much hotter than the cool air around us.
I groan, curling into her touch. I reach down and set my hand on the crown of her head, hoping that I don’t mess her hair up, but needing the contact.
I love having her hands on me. Anywhere, but my dick obviously and especially loves the attention.
My heart kicks into redlining when she parts my boxers and takes me out.
She wraps her hand around the base of me.
I’m a thousand degrees and the night air isn’t, so the slick precum gliding down my head immediately feels like ice.
Her hand slowly travels from the bottom all the way to the top of my cock, gathering up that slick liquid and using it to lubricate her hand as she circles my swollen cockhead.
She strokes me a few times from the base of me back to my tip, then stops. She looks down at me apprehensively. “Am I doing this right?”
“Yes! Any way you want to touch me is perfect.”
“Perfect?” she scoffs. “I doubt that.”
“Perfect for me then.” I curl my hands in the blanket, grasping all that careful work that I did. “I’m trying to hold it together, Sloane. That’s all.”
“Wh—oh.” She keeps her hand around me, but brings the other up and strokes the strip of skin right above my jeans. “I see. That’s… understandable. If you were touching me, I’d probably go off in five seconds.”
“I’m gonna try not to.”
“You can do whatever you want. I think it would all be hot. I won’t judge you either way. Getting to touch you at all, being here with you—that’s perfect for me too.”
My cock jerks and kicks in her hand. She’s going to wreck me saying things like that. She’s not nearly finished either.
She strokes me, this time wrapping her hand around my cockhead and teasing me a little before gliding back down.
“You’re thick.” She keeps her head down.
She’s probably red. I’m red too. And struggling to keep it together and not start jerking my hips up and down to fuck her hand in a frenzy.
“And long. I think you might break my jaw when I try and put my mouth on you.”
Oh my fucking god. If we get that far, it’ll be a damn miracle.
She plants her hand on my thigh and keeps the other on my cock. She doesn’t give me any lead up before she plants a gentle kiss right on my cock head. She licks me, her tongue circling. She finds my slit and presses her tongue right against it.
My head, neck, and back all rise up along with my hips.
Her lips close over me before I can flatten myself back down.
Her mouth is so hot after all the cool air.
I’m going to boil in my skin. I force myself back down and grasp the blanket as Sloane rocks my world.
Sensation rockets through me as she explores lower with her mouth, taking me until I’m nearly at the back of her throat before she pulls back and hollows her cheeks around me to suck me.
She’s had her hand on the base of me whole time.
It’s all too good. Too much. Too incredible.
I don’t want it to stop, so I grit my teeth and try not to thrust into her mouth as she strokes me and takes me, hollows her cheeks around me, and uses the flat of her tongue like the most exquisite weapon.
I vibrate beneath her, trying to keep still and let her have control.
The last thing I want to do is have her gagging on me—even if somewhere in my caveman mind the thought is appealing.
I’m not an asshole. I can feel myself throbbing in her hand.
In her mouth. The way she backs off and lets her breath swirl hot with the frigid air just about sends me over the edge.
She swirls at my head again, lapping all the precum that spills out. “You taste really good,” she says, torturing me straight up with her tongue. “Really good.”
“Thanks,” I groan, and immediately feel so stupid.
Her tongue pushes into my slit, and there’s nothing.
No words, no embarrassment, nothing on my mind except emptiness and how good this is.
It’s just her and her hot, amazing mouth, her tongue, and all the sensation flooding my bloodstream.
I’ve tried very hard not to fantasize about this, but if I had, it never would have been this good.
I couldn’t have imagined anything even close.
I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve never let myself go with anyone this way.
It’s different with Sloane. I had so many things I wanted to tell her.
I should have insisted that we talk first. I’m not going to have anything left in my head after she’s finished with me.
I have time for only one more regret. I wish this was more romantic.
Yes, the stars are bright, and the moon is full and gorgeous.
I brought a plant instead of flowers. I made this blanket.
But… shouldn’t there have been wine? Sweet words?
More kissing? What if after, Sloane decides that this is all wrong?
“Are you okay?” I find her looking up at me and I didn’t even realize that she’d stopped what she was doing.
I don’t know what’s going on with my face, but I’m willing to bet that there’s a big frown there, or whatever I’m doing isn’t the kind of expression that says that I’m super into the blowjob.
“Yes.” I cup her face, gazing at her tenderly.
The corners of her lips are wet and they’re swollen.
She has saliva on her chin. She’s mussed and rumpled.
Strands of hair have been torn from her ponytail and hang askew by her flushed face.
“I’m sorry. I was just… I started panicking that after this, you’re gonna maybe wish that I’d done things properly before. ”
“Properly?”
I wish that I’d kept my mouth shut. “Like, taken you for a fancy dinner, not just some cheap ride to see the stars. I should have dressed up. Spent some money. Made more effort.”
“Oh my god! No! Effort? You brought me a cactus, and you got me this gorgeous blanket.” She lifts up a corner and strokes the blanket lovingly.
“You could have taken me to a restaurant, and we could have spent money, but I like this. I like that it’s just us out here, alone, with the whole world above us.
I meant it when I said that I wish I would have taken more time to see the stars in the past. The little things matter.
I think that it’s perfectly romantic out here.
It’s not like you took down the tailgate, whipped out your dick, and told me to get on my knees.
” She pushes up my t-shirt and covers me with her body as she arches to kiss my stomach.
Her hands grasp my hips, and she bathes me in kisses.
“I’m sorry. I should have taken more time with you. I could have been romantic about this.”
“I’ve enjoyed everything. I just wanted to make sure. I’m sorry that my brain had to go into that while you were… yeah.” I half want to apologize for not being like other people.
Sloane is becoming eerily good at reading my thoughts. She kisses around my belly button, then rubs up and down my thigh and squeezes lightly. “The best part of you is that you’re entirely who you are, Cruz. I never want you to change.”
“Brain malfunctions and all?”
Her soft, hot kisses are driving me crazy. “It didn’t ruin anything for me. I’m happy to continue.”
I have no idea how I got this lucky. I don’t believe in luck or nonsense like that. Saying that you’re blessed or invoking destiny or even chance sounds hokey, but here it goes. If there’s luck, then I’m the luckiest bastard alive. Not because of the blowjob. Because of Sloane’s everything.
I’m half terrified that I’m going to fall so fucking hard for her, and even more frightened to realize that I’m halfway there already. From the first time she shook her head at me and gave me that incredibly reluctant coffee, I was so far gone.
“Okay.”
“You’re still really hard.”
“I am.”
She wraps her hand around the base of my dick and runs her fingers up my shaft in a slow, torturous glide. “I can feel you throbbing.”
Oh, fuck.