Chapter 18 #4
She takes me in her mouth again, wrapping her lips around my head, sucking and licking me so perfectly that my eyes pretty much roll up into my head.
I’m prone under the stars, an offering for this incredible woman.
Fuck fate. Our story is a series of decisions and events that led to a collision.
I want this path. I’ll fight for it. For her. To be at Sloane’s side.
She takes my cock deeper into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks like she did before.
She sucks me right to the back of her throat and hums so that she doesn’t start gagging.
She swallows and swallows, and that’s the last of my noble thoughts, or any further thoughts.
My brain can’t glitch out when it’s not online in the first place.
Her head bobs as she works my cock. She grips the base of me and uses her hand in tandem.
She’s not afraid to make noise, little whimpers and sucking, slurping sounds.
It’s so wet, so hot, so much suction… my toes curl.
A brutal shiver tracks through me. My hips buck up involuntarily and my balls tighten to the point of no return.
“Shit.” I grab Sloane’s hair, probably tugging too hard, messing it up completely in my desperation. “Sloane. I’m gonna come.”
Her eyes flick up to me, but all she does is take my cock all the way to the back of her throat while she looks up at me.
I’m straining, my shoulders and back almost entirely off the blanket.
She has to look up to meet my eyes. She flattens one palm on my stomach, silently telling me to relax and stay where I am.
She bobs up and down on my cock, sucking hard, working me with her hand.
It’s pretty damn clear that she’s good with taking this, but holy fuck, I don’t think she knows what’s coming for her.
I’ve jerked off regular enough, but the way my orgasm hits me, slamming into me with brutal intensity, hitting me so completely that it threatens to tear me apart, there’s going to be way too much, far too forceful, for her to swallow easily.
She tries, but she chokes and gags and has to pull back.
I don’t blame her. I probably hit the back of her throat and tongue like a fire hose.
She recovers quickly, swiping at her lips with her finger and sucking it clean.
She gathers up the drops she spilled and sucks that off her finger too.
She saves the last bit that she gathers up for me.
She paints my bottom lip then pushes against it hard so that I open my mouth and suck her fingers in.
Her eyes light up with a feral glow when I do.
She pulls her hand away though, and gently tucks me back into my boxers and very carefully zips my jeans back up.
It’s that tender aftercare in the ways that Sloane can do it out here, that undoes me.
I open my arms and she falls into them. She’s careful of my knee even though I told her that I was fine.
She folds herself around me and then snuggles close.
I don’t know if it’s ever going to stop amazing me that she holds all the answers to all the questions, including the ones I don’t know how to ask and haven’t thought of yet.
Not in that regular, ‘get on the internet and look it up’ way.
More so to the big questions that don’t have a proper definition.
The ones without beginning and end. I’m back to wondering if I should change my definition of fate or my belief in it.
This night, Sloane tucked tight against my side with her arm thrown over my chest and her head nestled on my shoulder, even the stars above us…
it all feels like the world moved in this direction so we could be here.
The path might have been long and twisted to this point, and it might not be easy in the future either, but this moment is so incredibly peaceful and right, that my chest could burst.
“Are you okay?” Sloane whispers against my hair. “You didn’t get chilled?”
“I didn’t.” I curl my arm around her, wishing there was enough blanket to pull around her. I could wrench it out from under me, but I don’t want to disturb her. “I should get your jacket.”
“It’s okay. I’m warm. I have this massive sweater on.” She goes quiet, like she’s thinking about something.
Her face tilts up to the sky and mine does too. The stars sparkle overhead. The night is lovely, even if we’re creeping toward winter. There’s no wind, and the air isn’t so cold that it fogs our breath to steal it up to that dark velvet sky.
“I’m really glad that you’re friends with Liam,” Sloane whispers.
She traces a circle on my chest. “I’m sorry for those first few days when I was surly and made it seem like you didn’t deserve to be in his life.
I’m glad you are. He never had a dad or a big brother.
Not that you’re either of those things, but you are older.
Uh, never mind. That’s coming out all wrong.
I don’t expect you to mentor him. You’re steady.
I guess that’s what I’m trying to say. You’ve experienced more things than he has, and I’d like to think that he’d listen to you. ”
“Maybe he would have before.”
She peers up at me, frowning. “I think he still will. I’m sorry that it’s been a hard week.”
“Was it strained for you too?”
“Not exactly. I live with Liam, though, so he had to be civil.”
“We’re on this date tonight, so he obviously somewhat accepted that it’s happening.”
“He’s… a good person. He’s kind and considerate. He doesn’t want to hurt me, and he doesn’t want to hurt you. He might have misgivings and he might still even be a little bit angry, but he doesn’t want to take it out on either of us. I’m… sorry that it’s put a strain on your friendship.”
“He hasn’t come to the gym.”
“I know,” she sighs. “He told me. I think he needs more time. He doesn’t want to have a conversation with you yet in case he says the wrong thing and it all turns into chaos. Friendships are ruined by less.”
I want to tell her about those magic words that I tried so hard to find, but that feels silly with the majesty of the sky pressing down on us and the bliss flowing through my veins.