21. Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-One
Andre
Having Paul’s dick in my mouth is exactly as I expected it to be. He’s warm and hard as steel, slightly salty too. I’ve thought about it enough that it almost feels like I’ve done it before. I knew we would get here; knew I wanted to do it.
He shoves my head down but doesn’t force me.
His grip eases up once I take him into my mouth and he lets me do what I need to do.
I gag a few times when he goes too deep, but every time I do, he lets out this low groan that has me wanting to keep gagging on him.
I don’t want to throw up, so I take it easy.
My eyes are watering, drool is pouring from my lips, but I suck him and lick him and do everything I like when I’m getting a blow job—which hasn’t happened in a really long fucking time, so hopefully he’s cool with this and will return the favor.
Obviously, if he doesn’t want to, I won’t make him.
That’s crazy. But I would really fucking like it if he did.
I focus on taking him deeply because I’m addicted to the sounds he makes when I do. When he tells me he’s going to come, I have to release him from my mouth and use my hand because even though I was ready for this, I’m not for that.
My gaze flicks back and forth from the pleasure on his face and the way cum pours from the tip of his cock as I stroke him through his orgasm. His body tenses, eyes squeezing shut as his dick pumps out cum.
When he starts to soften in my hand, his eyes slowly open, and he smiles. I smile in return, but my gaze goes back to his cock again. I lean down and swipe my tongue over the head. He gasps, which has me groaning. Not bad, but I will definitely have to prepare myself for that.
“That was so hot,” he says breathlessly.
“Yeah, it was,” I agree as I use my free hand to pull him into a sitting position. I start to take off his shirt and he helps, then I use it to wipe my cum-covered hand on.
“Really?” he laughs.
I shrug, tossing the shirt away and leaning in to kiss him.
His hands find the waistband of my sweatpants, quickly tugging them down. His fingers brush the base of my cock and my heart starts to beat even faster at the thought of having his hand or his mouth around me, making me come.
My phone vibrates from the table. We pause, and I let out an annoyed sound. But when I see it’s my mother, I quickly get to my feet to answer it.
“Hey, everything okay?” I answer.
“Everything is great,” she says. “Just wanted to let you know that Rylee already found her costume, and she’s ready to go home.”
“Oh, okay. Yeah, that’s fine, of course.”
“All right, well, I just wanted to make sure you knew she was coming home,” she says in that knowing voice.
“Really, Mom?”
“See you soon,” she says with a little laugh.
I end the call and put my phone down, turning back to Paul.
“All good?” he asks.
“They’re on their way back early,” I say.
Disappointment crosses his face. And I get it.
He tugs on my sweatpants, yanking me closer. I lean down to kiss him.
“We should get cleaned up.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, but doesn’t move.
I laugh, kissing him again.
I could really get used to all of this.
Eventually, we head to the bathroom, wash our hands and faces, and change our clothes.
“So, Amelia knows,” Paul says as we leave the bedroom and head back to the living room.
“Really? You told her?”
“Not exactly. She already knew.”
“How?” I ask as I grab the remote.
“No clue, but she wants you, Rylee, and your parents to come to Maddox’s birthday.”
“Just her?” I ask teasingly, but inside, I’m serious. I need to make sure he wants this stuff too and isn’t doing it just because.
“What? No, of course not. You know I want you all there, and so does Maddox.”
“Just making sure,” I say, scrolling through the different movies to watch.
I probably should wait to see what Rylee wants to watch, but when she gets here, maybe we should go outside instead of sitting inside.
It’s getting colder each day, and soon enough there will be snow outside, and though I don’t mind it, I don’t want to sit in it for hours like I do during the summer or even the fall.
“Anyway, we always go to the pumpkin patch with him. Do the hay ride, pick out pumpkins, take pictures. All that stuff.”
“We will be there.” I give him a soft kiss, and just as I’m pulling away, Rylee comes barreling through the door.
“Daddy, look what I got!” She runs toward me, holding up a plastic yellow bag that’s almost as big as her.
I laugh, as I take it from her.
“It’s my Halloween costume!”
My mother walks in, closing the door behind her.
“I hope it’s okay, but as soon as she saw it, she knew she needed it.”
I open the bag and see exactly why.
“Rylee, you’re going to be Straw Berry for Halloween?” I say excitedly.
“Yes!” She jumps up and down, squealing with happiness.
“I wasn’t sure they would have one in her size, but they did.”
I pull the costume from the bag, laughing when I hold out the fuzzy pink cow onesie suit.
“That’s adorable,” Paul says.
“It really is,” I agree.
My mother holds up another bag. “I also got her a bucket to hold her candy, and a few bags of candy for you to leave on the porch.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say.
“I just figured I’d grab it while I was out. You can leave it on the porch for the kids to grab while you’re out Trick-or-Treating.”
“Thank you, Mom. You’re the best,” I say.
“I know I am,” she winks. “Well, if you’re all set, I guess I’ll be going.”
I nudge Paul with my elbow, and he looks at me, confused. I gesture to her. It takes a moment, but his eyes light up.
“Oh, Mrs. Taylor. I, uh, had a question for you…”
She looks at him, raising a brow, before she looks at me. “Yes?” she says cautiously, as if she can’t imagine what he’s going to ask her.
“Me, Maddox, and Amelia would love it if you and Mr. Taylor would come with us to the pumpkin patch for Maddox’s birthday this year.”
My mother’s face softens. She pats Paul on the shoulder. “That would be wonderful. Thank you for thinking of us.”
“Thank you for treating him like family. It means a lot to all of us.”
“Oh, honey. You are family.”