Chapter 13
BLAIR
I couldn’t take my eyes off Tate as he stood at the buffet line getting our food. He’d assigned me with holding the table, since the restaurant was pretty crowded.
He looked more handsome than ever today. Though maybe that was psychological because I knew he was mine—at least for the next day and a half. The soreness between my legs served as a reminder of that.
I’d be a wreck when this trip was over, yet I was so damn grateful that tonight wouldn’t be our last night, as originally planned. I had been thrilled to call to reschedule my flight. One more full day felt like a lifetime after wishing for more time and being certain I’d never get it.
My body tingled as I noted the way Tate’s jeans hugged his ass.
Now that I knew what he was packing inside those jeans—and how he used it?
It was hard to concentrate on anything besides anticipating the next time we could have sex.
How many times was too many in one day? I was nowhere near ready to stop after three—we’d had sex in the shower, too.
I laughed as he piled a bunch of food on two plates.
That had become his MO, getting a little of everything because he was never sure what I wanted.
A warm feeling came over me. It felt so good to be taken care of.
But that was chased by a wave of bitterness as I reminded myself that Tate had closed the door on a future for us.
While I understood his rationale and respected his decision, it still hurt.
But I vowed not to let that dampen the hours we had left.
Tate wore a huge smile as he finally approached our table with the plates. Though despite my resolution, it only amplified my anticipatory anxiety over the impending heartbreak. Taking a deep breath, I squelched the feeling just in time as he sat across from me.
“I’m surprised you didn’t just carry the entire buffet back with you,” I said as he set the food down.
“Well, we worked up an appetite, didn’t we?”
“We absolutely did.” My stomach growled as I selected a ham and cheese croissant and took a big bite.
Tate and I had a pleasant lunch until I looked over and noticed the woman he had been talking to the other night. She kept glancing in our direction.
“Looks like your friend can’t stop staring at us.”
He didn’t even bat an eyelash. “Let her look.”
“I have to say… I love this version of you who doesn’t overthink everything.” I tilted my head. “Who did you say she was again?”
“She’s a family friend.”
Glancing over again, I nodded. “I see.”
“She took it upon herself to have her mother call my mom after she saw us, actually.” He chuckled.
“What?” I stopped mid-chew. “She told you they were going to call your mother?”
“No.” He shook his head. “My mother called me.” Tate took a bite of his sandwich and grinned. “She was interested in knowing what I was doing canoodling with a teenager.”
My jaw dropped open. “No.”
“Yep.” He sipped some water. “Well, she didn’t say teenager, but Langley’s parents told her I was spending time with a much younger woman.”
I covered my mouth. “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry for you.”
“At the time of my conversation with my mother this morning, I thought you’d just left and weren’t coming back. So I told her that there was nothing to worry about since you were gone.”
“Well, pretty sure she’d be shitting a brick now, huh?”
He shook his head. “I told her about you. Your age and everything. She wasn’t judging.” He shrugged. “My mother is nosy, but ultimately, she accepts the choices I make. She wants me to be happy.” He looked into my eyes. “And that’s exactly what I am right now.”
Feeling my cheeks heat, I asked, “You think she’ll call your mother again?”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what she does.” He took a sip of his water.
“Should I tell my mother what I’m up to, so we’re even?”
He nearly choked on his drink. “Please don’t.”
“My father, then?” I arched a brow.
“Yeah, definitely don’t do that.”
“I’m teasing.” I chuckled. “Well…I’m pretty open with my mother. I will tell her about this someday. Not anytime soon, though. Probably not this decade.”
“What will her reaction be?”
“I think she’ll warn me to be more careful about who I trust because she doesn’t know you.
Then she’ll double check that I used protection.
But in the end, she’ll appreciate it as one of life’s adventures.
My mother is open-minded and wants me to experience life, because she had me too young to do much of that. ”
“Your father, on the other hand?” Tate coughed. “How would he react?”
“Not good…” I laughed nervously.
Tate’s smile dimmed. “That’s what I thought.”
“He’s not a violent man or anything. Truthfully, I don’t know exactly how he’d react.”
Tate pushed one of the plates aside. “I’d prefer to never find out.”
“I think you’re sensitive about it because you know how you’d feel if the roles were reversed. If you had a daughter...”
“Probably.” He shoveled some rice pudding in his mouth. “And that’s totally hypocritical, of course.”
I tilted my head. “What if your son met an older woman on vacation?”
Tate sighed. “Okay, now this is gonna sound completely wrong...but I don’t think I would care as much as I would if it were my daughter meeting an older guy.”
“Interesting…” I scraped together a bite with my fork. “But in the end, you need to realize it’s not different at all.”
“I think we’re far past the point where you need to convince me of anything, Blair. Haven’t I been loud and clear on where I stand for the rest of this trip? Whether we’re wrong or right doesn’t fucking matter, now that I’ve gotten a taste of you.” He locked my feet in with his under the table.
After a half hour of mostly watching Tate eat, my arousal had made a comeback. “I think I’ve had enough of sitting across from you and not on top of you,” I murmured.
He threw his napkin aside. “Well, then we should get going...”
Tate and I didn’t even make it to the elevator before he backed me against a wall in the resort hallway to kiss me senseless. I lost track of time as our tongues collided, my loins burning with need as his erection grew against me.
When we came up for air, I felt someone watching us. It was the waitress from Tate’s “fiftieth birthday” dinner staring us down. He and I looked at each other, laughed, and escaped into the empty elevator.
After the doors closed, Tate again backed me against the wall and took my mouth as we rose to the third floor.
When we got to his room, I dropped to my knees, planning to do something long overdue. I unbuckled his pants and lowered them to get to his underwear.
He shook his head. “You don’t have to—”
I cut off his words by taking his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the salty tip before taking him down my throat. I could feel him throbbing.
His groans only encouraged me to take him deeper, pushing the limits of anything I’d ever tried before.
He bunched my hair in his fist. “Blair…this is too much.”
I responded with a hum that I was sure vibrated through his shaft.
After a moment, Tate relaxed and guided my face over his cock. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I pulled away, looking up at him with a teasing smile. He rolled his eyes up, taking a moment to find his composure. I licked a line down his length as I felt his hand on the back of my head.
“Suck me again,” he begged. “Please.”
I returned my mouth to his cock, holding onto his shaft while I pumped and sucked, occasionally swiping my tongue over his balls. I loved pleasing him like this and had never been so into giving a blow job.
“Incredible,” he rasped.
When I stopped for air, I noticed his head bent back in ecstasy while I jerked his slick cock. Sensing he was on the brink, I wanted nothing more than to put him over the edge.
When I resumed going down on him, I swallowed him as deeply as I could, nearly gagging before sucking faster. As his breathing quickened, I kept up the momentum until I felt him shake.
“I’m gonna…come,” he muttered.
Maybe he expected me to stop, but I kept going until I felt his warm, salty cum sliding down my throat. I swallowed it all, something I’d never done before. And who better to experience it with than the most beautiful man I’d had the pleasure of knowing?
“Wow.” He panted. “You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to. All of it.” I stood and kissed him. “I want to experience everything with you.”
“Be careful what you say,” he warned.
“I’ll do no such thing.”
He pulled his pants up, though he didn’t bother to buckle them before he scooped me up and carried me over to the bed.
“What are you doing?” I giggled.
“Payback,” he said, dropping me onto the mattress.
Tate spread my legs as he removed my pants and slid down my panties. Already so turned on from giving him head, I felt a jolt of electricity between my legs.
He stared at me for a few moments. “I just want to look at you first. I can’t get enough of that.”
I sensed myself getting wet merely from the way his eyes moved over me. Tate reached out his calloused hand and rubbed his palm along my inner thigh. My clit throbbed as I fisted the sheets, dying to feel his mouth on me; the wait was torture.
He licked his lips before lowering his mouth to my breasts, kissing me through my shirt before he lifted it over my head. He unsnapped my bra and threw it aside. My nipples hardened in anticipation as he took one of them into his mouth and sucked hard. It was the most pleasurable pain.
Finally, he lowered his fingers to my opening.
“Fuck, you’re wet, baby.” He groaned, thrusting two of his fingers inside of me, causing me to tighten around his hand.
“Hear that? So beautiful…” The room filled with the slick sound of my arousal.
He shifted position to hover over me on all fours.
My entire body buzzed. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?” he murmured.
“I’m the lucky one,” I said.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he moved down and lowered his mouth to my swollen bud.