Bear
There’s no better view than a redhead sucking your cock.
I don’t care what the travel buffs say about mountains and valleys, beaches and lakes, bustling cities or tiny map dot towns. They can say whatever they want about that kind of scenery — I much prefer this one.
My dark hands, twisted in bright copper hair.
Plump lips around my thick length.
Manicured nails digging into my thighs.
A cotton-candy pink tongue, dragged from balls to tip.
I groan and let my head roll back only long enough to keep myself from coming too quickly before my eyes are on Kailey again.
I met her earlier this week when Fraternity Rush started and she showed up with a tray full of freshly baked brownies.
I loved her hair, her sweet and innocent smile, her long eyelashes.
I especially loved when she blew all that shit away, leaning in to whisper in my ear that she couldn’t wait to see what my bedroom looked like.
And now, here we are, and with a hot, wet mouth driving me to the edge of my release, I finally feel like myself again.
“Fuck, I’m going to—”
I don’t even get the words out before Kailey takes me all the way down her throat — or at least, as deep as she can go — and I don’t miss the gag when I find my release. But, like a champion, she holds me there, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long fucking time.
“Damn, girl,” I say when she looks up at me with a wicked smile, swallowing and wiping the corners of her mouth. “That was hot as fuck.”
“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” she says. Then, she stands and pulls her sweater dress down from where I’d hiked it up over her hips. She checks her makeup in my mirror, running her fingers through the hair I mussed.
“Your turn?” I ask, sliding up behind her. My cock is already soft, but I know plenty of ways to get her off.
“You can get me next time,” she says, turning to tap my nose with her pointer finger.
She’s already out of my arms and heading for the door when I say, “Oh, so it’s like that, huh? You’re going to just suck me off and then waltz right out of here?”
Kailey laughs, pointing a thumb over her shoulder. “Can’t you hear? There’s a party going on out there. Don’t worry,” she says with a wink as she opens my door. “I’ll come to collect soon enough.”
I laugh when she blows me a kiss before shutting the door behind her, and when I’m alone, I can’t help but appreciate that kind of confidence and ownership of a woman’s sexuality.
I think I’m even more turned on now.
With a sigh, I yank on my sweatpants and flop back on my bed, resting my hands behind my head as I look up at the ceiling.
The holiday break was… tough, to say the least. After Becca broke up with me, and Erin refused to talk to me and let me apologize for the whole Friendsgiving mishap, all I could do was go home to Pittsburgh and lick my wounds.
Fortunately, it turned out to be just what I needed.
Being with my brothers and my mom brought me back to myself, and for the first time since I can remember, we’re a unit.
Carleton is getting clean, has a full-time job, and even his wife is working at the grocery store down the street from them. My nephews are in school and happy. Clayton is ecstatic after a killer football season and growing more and more into a lady killer every day.
And mom is… around. For once.
It’s as uncomfortable as it is exciting, having my mom present, getting to know her again after all that has transpired between us. I have Becca to thank for getting me to pull my head out of my ass and realize that giving my mom a chance to right her wrongs was the least I could do.
And to her credit, she really is trying.
So much so that Clayton moved out of Mac’s house and in with Mom in her new two-bedroom apartment.
It scared me at first, when they told me the news, but it helped that at least I was there to help them both move in and get settled.
I even took Mom to the Goodwill to get furniture and things they needed.
Clayton seemed excited to have his own place again.
Even though Mac’s family had been amazing, I knew it gave him a sense of independence to not have to depend on them anymore.
Still, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison assured me they would still be there, checking in, making sure all was well. And it makes me feel better to know I’ve got eyes in town even when I’m not there.
And the timing of it all couldn’t be better.
It’s my last semester at PSU, my last semester as a brother, my last semester of college, period.
This is it.
Just a handful of months filled with classes and partying in equal measure stand between me and graduation.
I have no idea what comes next for me. I feel confident in my skills as a graphic designer at this point, but the question isn’t what I’ll do.
It’s where I’ll do it.
There’s a huge part of me that yearns to go back to Pittsburgh, even though I used to swear to myself that I never would. Now that my family is there, mending our past, my thought have shifted and I realize that I want to be there with them.
Pittsburgh is a cool city.
There are plenty of jobs available.
I know Pennsylvania. I miss the cold. I miss seasons, having a fall and winter and spring instead of one perpetual summer with a dash of chill now and then.
And still, there’s something holding me here, something that says my time in South Florida isn’t over, something that makes my gut churn with a silent whisper of you can’t leave, not yet.
I feel tethered to this place.
I just haven’t quite figured out why.
A loud ruckus down the hall breaks me out of my daydream, and I sigh, scrubbing a hand over my head before I hop up and check my reflection in the mirror. I look like a man who just got properly sucked off, and if anything, I kind of like the look more than when I first got ready for tonight.
I don’t even bother to change into jeans again, just give myself a swig of mouthwash and then I’m out the door. All the what comes next shit running through my head can wait.
Kailey’s right. There is a party going on.
Time to do it up Clinton Fucking Pennington style.
For one last semester.