Chapter 9 #2
“I’m sure she does; I keep having odd moments myself, so I’m sure his mother does.”
I was surprised. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said with a chuckle, crossing his arms. “It’s only happened a couple of times, and one of them wasn’t even about him, but it’s like…
slipping back in time against your will.
One minute I’m looking at this eighteen-year-old who I need to see as a man, and the next I’m seeing him at ten years old, trying to scare me with that snake. ”
“He was so upset when you weren’t bothered, and were right about it biting him,” I said with a sudden laugh. “I had forgotten about that.”
“And he looks enough like you, I had a weird moment where I wasn’t seeing him, but I’d swear I could see you at his age, and crystal clear too,” he said, with a shake of his head. “It was weird because it really looked like you, some bizarre hallucination.”
“Did I look good?” I asked lightly.
“Well, if my mental image of you at that age was accurate, then yeah, you at that age would have looked real good to me. Then again, I would have been what, twelve or thirteen when you were eighteen? You definitely would have looked good to me.”
“Hmm, a lot of people look good when you’re thirteen.”
“True.”
“So, he’s good? He’s doing well?”
“He’s doing great,” Reggie said, pushing away from the table and moving to the chair next to mine. “He’s getting comfortable, little by little. I thought he might find the courage to go into the springs like most of the guys do, but he backed off and went for the shorts from what I heard.”
“What you heard?”
“Well, I haven’t been following him around,” he said with a snort. “And I don’t know, he acted…strange when I suggested I would join him if he was nervous.”
I smirked. “That makes sense.”
“Does it?”
“Yes. He may not see you as a stepparent, but there’s bound to be some borrowing from that line of thought in his head. Maybe more like an uncle. Would you want to see your uncle naked?”
“My uncle was as ugly as a deformed hog’s ass,” Reggie said with a laugh. “Not a sexy man in his prime with a great body.”
“I would be tempted to agree with you, but I’m afraid if I feed your ego, your head will swell and you won’t be able to fit through the doors,” I told him with a roll of my eyes.
“So, what you’re saying is that you think I’m a sexy man in his prime with a great body, but stubbornness is keeping you from admitting it to me,” he said with a grin.
“You also have a great ass,” I told him, enjoying the surprised look on his face. Clearly, he hadn’t expected me to deliver a genuine compliment. “And a very nice cock as well.”
“Okay, I wasn’t prepared to be turned on by you using the word cock, but here we are,” he said, and the look on his face told me he hadn’t thought that sentence through and had just blurted it out. “Wow, that was…direct. But in my defense, you are sitting there all…you.”
“All me,” I said, glancing down and side-eyeing him. “Shirtless?”
“And you know—”
“Do I?”
He eyed me suspiciously before grunting. “You’re trying to get me to say it, aren’t you?”
“You can say whatever you want and not say whatever you don’t want.”
“Fine, yes, because you’re sitting there shirtless.
So I can see the hair on your chest and a little on your stomach, and I can’t decide if I want to run my fingers through your chest hair or run my tongue down your stomach.
And since you’re in sleep pants, there’s probably no underwear, which means it would be easy as hell to get to your dick, which is…
even more obvious now because I can see you getting hard… also, you have an amazing dick.”
He was right on one count at least; I was definitely getting hard.
He might have been speeding through the list of things he appreciated about my body, but there was no denying that I appreciated it.
Certainly didn’t hurt that he was practically squirming in his seat, and I thought it had less to do with embarrassment and more the same restless energy he’d shown last week when he’d been turned on.
Perhaps it was the best opportunity we were going to get to talk about what happened, but right now I was forgetting all about that important detail, and forgetting Charlene and her demand for more information.
All that mattered was that he was sitting there, looking at me with a growing hunger in his eyes.
That we were completely alone and not able to be interrupted or walked in on, since we were the only ones with access to my quarters.
There was a bed nearby, and a bottle of lube, previously for solo use only, and now—
“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked hoarsely.
“You can have a few for free, because right now I’m thinking,” I said, setting my glass down and pushing to my feet, leaning on the arms of his chair and bringing my face close to his, “that we have privacy, time, shared interest and really there’s just one detail I can’t settle on.”
“What would that be?” he asked, tilting his head back and staring up at me with burning eyes.
“Who’s going to fuck who?” I wondered. His eyes widened even further, and I smiled.
“I’m sure we can figure that out,” he said and reaching out. I thought he was going to reach for my pants, but one hand came down on my hip and the other to the back of my head and drew me down into a kiss.
I wasn’t surprised by the kiss, but the way my whole body suddenly burned with desire as our lips met and then parted so our tongues could meet took me by surprise.
I had thought I was hard before, but now I was hard enough that it was borderline painful as his tongue slid over mine, as if chasing the taste of me, or the drink I had just finished.
Fingers crawled down my neck, scraping gently, playfully against my skin as his fingers splayed against my back and shoulders, gripping as if trying to trace the movements of my muscles.
Reaching down, I took hold of him and pulled him to his feet, drawing him back with me.
Gripping the bottom of his shirt, I yanked it off him, forcing us to break as he kicked off his shoes and came back to resume the kiss.
My fingers slid over his side and around to his back, inching down so I could curl my hand around his ass and give it a squeeze, smiling at the firmness and the way he grunted encouragingly as I pulled him close.
At some point my legs hit the bed and my knees gave way, tilting me backward, and I took him with me. I grunted when he landed wrong, driving an elbow into my gut, but I never let go of him as he shifted his arm aside, pushing against the bed rather than into my ribs.
“Sorry,” he gasped, but I pushed him onto his back, kissing him again as I undid his pants, opening them and only then did I break the kiss. I yanked his pants off, taking his socks with them, dropping all of it onto the ground beside the bed to be retrieved whenever he left.
I brought my mouth down onto his stomach, smirking when he squirmed the minute I started sucking lecherously on his hips, not caring but hoping I left a mark before running my tongue along his waist, just above the tight underwear that did nothing to hide his arousal.
The light fabric had a dark circle where his head was, a sign he was already excited enough to leak.
He groaned when I grasped him, firmly but carefully, stroking him through his underwear.
I tipped his head back with my nose before sucking on his neck and listening to him whimper as I sucked and licked him.
His hips pushed into my grip, and I gave his neck a slight nip, hearing the way he softly groaned and making a mental note of it.
“Pants,” he grunted. His fingers were pushing at my sleep pants, and while I didn’t want to separate from him, I knew I would have to so we could both be completely naked.
Not that we needed to be naked for this to work, but I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to feel every inch of our bodies pressed against each other.
So it was with some reluctance that I pulled away to yank loose the strings of my sleep pants while he hooked his thumbs into his underwear, shoving them down as I did the same with my pants.
His cock swung up and smacked against his bare stomach audibly.
He pushed back against the bed and then looked up at me.
For a moment, I was taken aback by the sight of him, all toned muscle and lines defining his body.
He glistened from how pale and reflective the hair on his body was, and his cock was leaving a mess on his stomach as it bobbed lazily.
I wondered if that is what kings and emperors felt like when they came into their rooms to find a gift in the form of a beautiful concubine sprawled on their bed, waiting.
And it was just for me.
I descended, unsure where I was going to go until my mouth landed on his chest, my hands sliding down to his hips to hold him in place as he squirmed when I caught one of his nipples in my mouth.
I flicked it with my tongue, which made him wriggle, and when I caught it between my teeth and slid it back and forth, his back arched and he gasped, his cock smacking against mine.
“Jesus,” he groaned. “You can fuck me, you can fuck me all you want, or I can fuck myself, just Jesus.”
I wasn’t sure how the Good Lord would feel about being called out in a moment like that, but he was probably used to it after generations of people doing the same thing.
I was, however, met by the desire to make him call my name with the same reverence and anticipation.
Maybe that was blasphemous, but I was willing to throw myself into full-on heresy if it meant I got to hear him call out my name like a desperate prayer.
“Fuck yourself, huh?” I asked in a low voice that I felt rumble through my chest. “Is that your way of saying you’re going to use me like a sex doll?”
“Use you and abuse you,” he chuckled, looking around. “Or you can use and abuse me, I’m not picky, but, uh—”