upstairs, and I camped out in the living room instead. I was asleep on the couch when Huck came home, and I heard him grumbling that he knew how uncomfortable the old couch was when he picked me up and carried me into his room. When I looked at him after he laid me down on his admittedly much cozier mattress, he quietly told me he was worried about me and would feel better while he was gone if I took up his offer to treat his room as my own. He also mentioned it might be a bit awkward for Vernon and Harlen to have me take up the entire living room since neither had lived with a girl before.
I knew Vernon didn’t care, but he was probably right about Harlen. I’d settled into an uneasy kind of truce with the stoic football player, but it was obvious he still didn’t trust me, even more so now that Huck had sort of claimed me as his own.
It was inconsiderate to treat the common spaces as my own just because I was scared all the time, so I agreed to start spending time in his room when I was home and he was at work. I thought it would be awkward, but it was kind of like when we had sleepovers as kids, or when I waited for him to get home from school when we were teenagers. Only now, we did a lot more than innocently sleep side-by-side.
Tonight I’d learned that I needed to get a handle on my sexual prowess in the bathroom as well as the bedroom. Huck came home later than usual, looking tired and smelling like stale beer, cigarette smoke, and something a lot fouler. He mentioned that there was a bachelorette party that got out of hand, and he’d had to stay and clean up the kind of mess he didn’t wish on his worst enemy. He wanted to take a shower before falling into bed, so I offered to get up and scrub his very broad, very tattooed back.
Of course, getting to rub my soapy hands all over a wet, slippery Huck in an uninhibited way meant things went from clean to dirty pretty quickly. Once all the soap bubbles washed away, I kissed my way down his delectable body and finally let myself explore those silver rings pierced through his nipples. The little noises he made and the way he tensed and tightened his hold on me let me know when I kissed and licked a particularly sensitive spot, so the journey to what was waiting eagerly between his legs took a bit longer than usual.
By the time I wrapped my lips around his rigid cock, the water had turned cold, and I was shivering more from the temperature than from being turned on. I learned pretty quickly that kneeling in the shower with water trickling into my face was a lot less comfortable than getting on my knees in the bedroom. I wanted to power through and get him off because, without fail, he made sure I lost my mind with pleasure every single time he touched me.
Apparently, I was too cold to focus and forgot the first rule of going down on him: no teeth. I shivered so hard that I lost my rhythm and raked the edge of my teeth along the sensitive rim that flared around the head of his cock.
Huck yelped in surprise and put his hand on top of my head to still my up and down motion. A moment later, he had the water cranked off and was hauling me out of the shower. He hustled me into his big bed, wrapping the fluffy comforter around me without even drying me off first.
He chuckled when I looked up at him with apologetic eyes and patted the top of my wet head, using his fingers to smooth down my soaked hair. The curls were going to be a mess tomorrow, but I couldn’t muster the energy to care.
“The first rule I should’ve taught you: we both have to like what we’re doing when we hook up. If only one of us is into it, what’s the point? If you’re miserable and just going through the motions because you want me to feel some kind of way, it’s just going to make me upset. I don’t want to see you suffer. Especially when you have my dick in your mouth. Do you get where I’m coming from?”
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