Five #3
“And yet, you were still willing to do the right thing and be a father to your child.”
I couldn’t look at her. “The ketamine was really dumb. I don’t do drugs. I never have. I mean maybe weed now and then, but when all my prep school friends were snorting coke up their noses every weekend, I was kicking back with a beer. The same in college. Even backpacking, I never touched stuff.”
“Foreign prisons are no joke. I never touched anything beyond booze, either. To do so is just asking for trouble.”
“But, I was so lost. I just …”
“Made a mistake,” she finished. “We all make them. Because we’re human, and humans aren’t perfect.”
Finally, with my throat as tight as ever, I met her gaze. “I just didn’t want to start something with you without telling you the truth. Without letting you know the real me. The ugly parts.”
“They’re not that ugly to me.” She offered a small, closed-mouth smile. “It’s baggage. We all have it.”
“Yeah?” I asked. “You got a love child or a husband somewhere?”
“Obviously. I just told them to get lost because I had a date. They’ll be back later, or in the morning. All three of us call this place home. Can’t you tell that I don’t live alone? This house is so palatial, it’d be a waste on just little ol’ me.”
That was the tension break we needed.
I lobbed a chuckle that dissolved the tightness in my chest and squeezed her hand. “Well, I’m glad you told them to get lost.”
Her sweet smelled only warmed me more. “Me, too.”
“It’s weird that I’m sitting here on your bed in my boxers.” I lifted the blanket off my lap to make sure I wasn’t sporting a surprise erection.
“Is it?”
Setting the blanket back over my lap, I studied the beautifully sewn patches on the quilt. Deep blues, purples, and greens. “Please don’t tell me your Nana made this for you?”
“My great grandma, actually. We called her Gigi. I’ve had it since I was born.”
I made a face. “That feels weird. Nothing besides my boxers separates my junk from where Gigi’s hands once were.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes. “If this quilt could talk, trust me … Your junk doesn’t phase it in the least at this point.”
“What does that mean?”
Grinning, she surprised the hell out of me and yanked me to the side until I was on top of her. “Shhh, crazy boy,” she said, pressing her finger to my lips. “You talk too much.” Then she wrapped her arm around my neck and claimed my mouth, spreading her legs a little so I could settle between them.
Grabbing her other hand with mine, I laced our fingers together and lifted them above her head, deepening the kiss and taking control.
In no time at all, my cock joined the party and pressed eagerly against her inner thigh.
She ground her hips against me, making it impossible not to want to take things further.
That was up to her, though. I could go home with blue balls. I’d done it before.
Untangling our fingers, she brought both her hands to the front of my shirt and started to unfasten the buttons. I broke the kiss for a moment and gazed down at her, my pulse racing as I took in her hooded eyes and swollen lips. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I murmured.
Her pretty grin and the way it kicked up a little higher on the left side had my cock twitching involuntarily against her hip crease. “You’re beautiful, too.”
I swallowed. “We don’t have to … I’m okay with just this tonight. I don’t want to pressure you. What’s happening in my boxers is involuntary.”
“You’re not,” she said with a smirk. “And I know it is.” She went in for another kiss while her fingers made quick work of my buttons. “I want to, though. Do you?”
Nodding, I let her slide the shirt over my shoulders and I sat up on my knees, my cock pitching one hell of a tent in my boxers.
Her eyes slid to the front of my waist, and she nibbled on her lip for a moment before reaching forward and dragging the elastic of my boxers down until my cockhead poked out.
Leaning forward, her eyes on me for as long as she could keep them there, she flicked her tongue out against the tip, then smiled.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
She did it again.
Swallowing, I stayed still, watching her, mesmerized and grateful.
She tugged the waistband down further and pushed me onto my back so I was lying the opposite direction on the bed, then she straddled my legs and took my cock into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my hands making their way into her hair as her head bobbed up and down in my lap.
Each time she dipped lower, she took me deeper.
My crown knocked her tonsils and my balls cinched up against my taint.
I couldn’t control the moan that rumbled up from my chest when she dragged her tongue along the underside of my shaft, only to suck hard on the tip when she lifted up.
With her hair hanging down across my stomach, I couldn’t really see what was going on, so I gathered her icy blonde tresses in one fist and held it in a haphazard ponytail so I could see her wielding her sexy magic with that hot, slippery little mouth.
I was close in no time. And while I definitely had a short refractory period, I didn’t want to come like this. What I really wanted right now was to taste her. To give her the same kind of pleasure she was giving me.
I tapped her head, and she met my gaze, giving me a hum that went straight down to my balls, and a little nod.
Oh fuck.
That was the go-ahead that I could come in her mouth if I wanted to.
Tempting. Really fucking tempting.
But not this time.
Reaching down, I cupped her jaw and guided her mouth off my cock. She released me with a wet pop. “I don’t want to come like this,” I said. “Your turn.”
She blinked long lashes at me and sat back on her heels. I rose to sit, my cock thwacking against my belly, and I helped her shed her tank top to reveal a sexy, lacy nude bra.