Chapter twelve Astrid #2
“I don’t like this game,” Lilly whines.
“You don’t like any game when you lose,” Bentley replies.
“Hey, hey. That’s enough. Go get ready for bed, please.” The kids head toward their rooms, leaving Penn and me alone. I stand from my chair and circle the table, standing over him, studying his face. “You sure you’re okay?”
His lazy smile spreads and then his eyes bounce all over my body as he lifts his arm and wraps it around my waist. “I’m good, Astrid. Better now that we’re alone.”
“In about ten minutes we’ll be even more alone.” I push his hair from his forehead.
“Can’t wait.”
Lilly comes down the hallway and back into the dining room, so I jump away from Penn before she notices. “Uncle Penn? Can you tuck me in tonight?”
Penn stands from his chair, groaning as he stretches his body. “Of course, Lilly Bear.”
When both kids are tucked in their beds, Penn meets me in my room, shutting the door softly behind him. He takes a few steps over to where I’m standing, cups my face in his hands, and presses his lips to mine reverently, so slowly and softly that my entire body melts.
“Fuck. I missed these lips.” He cups me between my legs. “And this pussy. I need to fucking taste you.”
A whimper escapes my lips. “Why are you so tired?” I mumble against his mouth.
“Work,” he answers between nips of my lips, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down along with my underwear. I step out of them and reach for the bottom of his shirt, pushing it up as he reaches behind his head and rips it from his body.
“Does this have anything to do with the house you bought?”
His head pops up now, our mouths fully detached. “Uh. Yeah.”
“We need to talk about that,” I tell him, not sure if bringing this up now is the best option, but the longer I watched him tonight, the more worried I became that he has way too much on his plate.
“I bought a house,” he says bluntly.
Rolling my eyes, I say, “I know that. And your business plan is incredible, Penn. But are you sure you’re not taking on too much? I’ve never seen you this exhausted.” Sure, I’ve seen him tired before, but this level of fatigue can’t be healthy.
Sighing, he releases my face and moves over to the bed, sitting on the edge and then tossing his entire body back, covering his face with his arm. “I’m handling it.”
I take a seat next to him, dragging my nails across his stomach, tracing each of his abs. “Are you sure you can’t cut back some?”
“Yes, Astrid. There are people counting on me, and I can’t let them down.
It won’t be like this forever.” He lifts his arm from his eyes and pulls me down to him before he twists me on my back.
“But I don’t want to talk about work. I need to fucking taste you.
I’ve been thinking about it all week.” His mouth meets mine and I let our conversation go because each time we touch, my brain shuts off—which is surprising because I never feel like it does.
Penn drags his mouth down my body, pushing up my shirt to play with my breasts through my bra before kissing my pussy and pushing my legs open wide.
When his tongue drags through me, I moan and then cover my mouth with my hand.
If I have to explain my bedroom noises to my daughter again, I just might die.
“So fucking wet,” Penn mumbles against my core, spearing me with his tongue, lapping up every ounce of my arousal.
I bury my hands in his hair and gasp when his tongue touches my clit. “Oh fuck.”
He doesn’t let up, circling my clit with measured strokes, pushing two fingers inside of me, filling and stretching me so perfectly. And when he curls those fingers and strokes me deep inside, my orgasm slams into me so fast I can barely take in a breath.
“Oh God, oh God!” I whisper-shout, my chest heaving, my legs trembling from the pleasure rolling through my body. When I release his hair from my fingers, Penn crawls up my body, kissing my skin as he makes his way to my mouth. And then I taste myself on his tongue.
“Fuck, Astrid.”
I stroke him through his jeans, hard and straining against the denim while our eyes remain locked on one another.
Before he says another word, I push him back on the bed, crawl over his legs, and pop the button on his pants, shoving them down his hips along with his briefs so his cock bobs up, long and proud.
God, I love his cock.
As I get in position, Penn lifts his head from the bed and watches me. “Astrid…” he groans when my tongue circles the head of his dick. “Fuck. So good, baby.” I take him in deeper and he lets out a groan that makes goosebumps spread over my body. “So fucking good.”
My mouth slides down his length as far as I can go.
I suck, lick, and stroke him while listening for his cues.
Heavy breathing fills the room as he buries his hand in my hair.
“Jesus. Yeah, keep doing that,” he says when I flick the underside of his head with my tongue over and over and then take him in my mouth again.
“Ah, fuck. I’m almost there.” He taps on my cheek. “Astrid, I’m gonna…”
Nodding, I give him permission to lose it. I’ve never swallowed in my life, but with Penn, I want to. I want to watch him fall apart for me and feel it for myself.
“Shit. I’m coming,” he says, and with our eyes locked, his cum fills my mouth. I swallow it as fast as I can, making sure he rides out his release.
When he’s done, I swallow and then crawl up his body, resting my head on his chest as his hands stroke my back. “Jesus, Astrid. I think I blacked out there for a minute.”
A giggle escapes my lips but then he pulls me up further and kisses me softly, turning me to my back again. After a few moments, we dress again—me in my pajamas this time—and I lie next to him and curl into his chest, breathing him in, enjoying the warmth of his body.
It’s been so long since I’ve had someone in bed with me, holding me, cherishing me.
And the fact that it’s Penn takes the entire experience to another level.
With our arms wrapped around each other, we lie there in silence and within minutes, I hear Penn’s breathing grow steadier.
I lift my head and look down at him, finding him fast asleep.
I should wake him. He can’t stay the night, but he obviously needs rest. So I lie back down, watch him sleep, stroke his chest with my hand, and curl into his warmth, vowing to wake him up in an hour.
Only an hour turns into seven, and the sound of my daughter’s voice wakes us both up in a panic.
“Uncle Penn?”
My eyes shoot open, and then my body follows as I launch myself up from the bed. Penn stirs next to me, but I put my hand on his stomach to keep him flat on the mattress.
“Lilly? What are you doing up?”
“The sky’s awake,” she says, quoting Frozen. “Why is Uncle Penn in your bed?”
Sweat instantly builds and slides down my spine. Oh my God. How do I handle this?
“I had a sleepover,” Penn says groggily as he slowly sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes. Thank God he put his shirt back on last night. “Your mommy knew I was too tired to drive, so she let me stay the night.”
She tilts her head at us in contemplation, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds before she calls bullshit. But she stuns us both and says, “Can I have breakfast?”
I let out the breath I was holding. “Yeah, baby. I’ll be in the kitchen in a minute.”
“Okay. Next time, Uncle Penn, you should bring your pajamas if we’re gonna have a sleepover.” And then she races out to the living room to partake in her morning ritual of watching cartoons.
I turn to Penn and he’s smirking. “This is not funny.”
“It’s a little funny,” he says through a chuckle.
“No. It could have been so much worse. What if we had been naked?”
He places his hand against my cheek. “But we weren’t.”
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep against you. I was just going to let you rest a minute and then I was going to wake you up. But…”
“But?” His brow arches.
I lean forward and press my lips to his. “You were so warm and it felt good to have you next to me.”
He nuzzles my neck with his nose. “I agree. Perhaps we can plan another sleepover that doesn’t involve clothes.”
I groan and stand up from the bed. “Not with how crazy my life is right now. I just need to get through the next couple of weeks.”
“I know the feeling.” When Penn stands, he stretches his hands above his head and then to the side, granting me the perfect view of his abs and happy trail.
My vagina instantly wakes up and remembers what we did last night, requesting a replay.
“I need to get going. Mrs. Hansen is going to wonder where I am if I don’t get to the hardware store soon. ”
“You sure you’re okay, Penn? That you don’t have too much on your plate?”
Penn clears his throat and moves around me, avoiding my eyes. “I’m fine, Astrid.”
“Okay.” I want to believe him, but I know this man. He’s too stubborn to ask for help and you can’t tell him what he needs until he figures it out on his own.
I follow him out to the kitchen where he left his keys on the counter.
Lilly is sitting there with a bowl and spoon ready for cereal, and when I glance at the clock, I realize I have thirty minutes to shower and get ready to head for the bakery.
My mother should arrive any moment, and the last thing I need is for her to see Penn still here.
I haven’t discussed the shift in our dynamic with her yet. Not until I’m more secure in it myself.
“I wanna have a sleepover with Ryan,” Lilly says, catching me and Penn both off guard.
“What? Why?”
“He’s my friend,” she answers dryly.
“But he’s a boy,” I counter.
“Uncle Penn is a boy and he slept over…”
Bentley chooses to enter the kitchen at this moment, confusion on his face as soon as he sees Penn. “Uncle Penn? What are you doing here?”
“Uncle Penn had a sleepover last night,” Lilly answers him. “That must be why Mommy wasn’t praying so loud again.” She shoots a look over at Penn. “She was talking to God the other night and she was really loud.”