20. Johnny #2
“Baby, you look so good doing that.”
She changed her pace every so often, still sucking on me, while also playing with my balls. I could feel everything inside me tense up, and I knew I wouldn’t last long, but I wanted to last longer than this. I needed to. It felt like I was in a dream state.
Just then, she popped off and sucked just the tip while working her hand up and down. It didn’t matter how much I wanted to hold on. I wouldn’t last. I reached down and cupped her breast, pinching her nipples through her bra, and she moaned, the feeling radiating down my shaft.
“Ugh. I’m close. Pull off if you don’t want it.” I kept rubbing my fingers over her nipple wanting her to moan again.
She did, and I felt it everywhere. Beth looked up at me through her dark eyes and winked, taking me in down to my base, feeling the warmth radiate around my cock in the back of her throat.
My balls tensed up, coming close to my body before letting go and filling her mouth with my warm cum.
She kept the sucking going until I came back down and let me go.
Giving me a smirk, she crawled up my body, letting her knees rest on either side of my stomach while leaning down and kissing me hard.
I tasted myself on her as her tongue pushed against mine before pulling herself back and lying next to me.
My breath was still ragged, and my pants were still at my knees, but I was holding her so close that I could feel her steady breaths against my uneven ones.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll make you feel good,” I said into her ear.
“I just wanted to do something for you.” She pushed up to sit now. “Nothing needed in return.”
I tilted my head at her, surprised by that.
“At least… not until we get back home.” She giggled as she stood up and brushed off the sand from her jeans. “Come on, we have three more lighthouses to see this afternoon.”
Home. That’s what she called it. And that’s what I wanted—with her—even though I knew it would never happen.
The next day was guy’s night out. We tried to get together at least once a month, but especially with the busyness of the summer, sometimes it didn’t happen.
All of our businesses picked up this time of year, so sometimes it was a different mix of guys.
Lane and I were always there, and there were a few others who cycled in, including Max and Sean, who had both grown up in Port St. Clair.
Tonight, Ethan was also joining us from the winery up the road.
I had only met him the once, but Lane had invited him to join in on the crew since they’d been hanging out a lot and all had grown up together.
When I walked into Windbreaker, I sat down at one of the big high-tops in the back and ordered a beer while I waited for the guys to arrive. It was only a Tuesday, so it was mostly locals who had the early part of the week off before the rush of the weekenders coming in for the long weekend.
Lane arrived soon after, taking a seat next to me and ordering a Scotch. The other three arrived soon after that, and I had to say, it felt good to be out with them. It had been almost a month since our last outing, and as much as I enjoyed spending time with Beth, it felt good to be with the guys.
“Sorry I’m late,” Max said. “Crazy day with all the festival stuff coming up. Can’t wait for that to be over.” He shook his head before raising his hand to flag our waitress over.
“Always bigger and better, huh?” Lane rolled his eyes. He volunteered every year, but he always made sure to complain about it.
“Some people enjoy the festival.” I nudged him, raising my brows. “Even the guy running the books. Right, Max?”
Max laughed, shaking his head, knowing how Lane was sometimes. They’d all grown up together and I was more or less the outsider even though it was my third summer already.
Sean arrived, and we all ordered food. By mid-summer, everyone in Port St. Clair was exhausted from the nonstop visitors in town. It weighed on you, and as much money as everyone tried to save up in the summer—which was a good thing all around—it was still tiring.
I sat back in my chair, letting the guys chat and enjoying the guitar playing in the background, more relaxed after having a beer in me.
With a lull in the conversation, I caught the look on Lane’s face, and I knew he was in one of his moods.
He took a swig of his drink, unable to hide his smirk. “How’s Beth, by the way?”
“Enjoying the summer, including all the festivities, unlike some people.” I tilted my bottle at him.
Lane just hummed into his drink.
Ethan perked up. “Beth?” He paused for a moment. “Is she the one that came to the shop with you?”
“That’s her.” I wrapped my hand around my beer, holding it a little tighter than normal.
Ethan looked back and forth between Lane and me. Lane still had that damn sideways grin on his face.
“Am I missing something?” he asked.
Lane sat back in his chair, crossing his arms while glaring at me, not worrying about Sean, Max, or Ethan at the table. “Yeah, Johnny, he missing anything?”
“Don’t be a dick,” I said to Lane.