and I wake up with a hard-on for you. All it takes is three strokes and I’m coming all over myself,” he groans, and I picture him stroking himself, biting those full lips.
My legs are jelly, the tips of my fingers playing, doing everything he says as I hear his breathing quickening, him sliding his hand over himself.
God, the closed eyes thing is really hot.
A lone finger presses down at the top of my mound, pulling on the curls there, and I gasp and jerk, wiggling to get him closer. My hips rise off the bed, fighting against the pressure of his hand keeping me down, yet wanting it as I touch the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, and that voice, the gold and gray of him, the two sides of light and dark send me over the edge. My core squeezes and pulses against my hand, a million stars lighting up behind my closed eyes. Hot sparks detonate, and I call out and fall down into a sensation so sharp it makes me whimper.
Aftershocks roll through my body, and I grasp the blanket underneath me, my hips still writhing.
My eyes open.
He’s leaning over the bed, face flushed, eyes full of lust, his jeans at his feet.
I find myself on my knees in front of him. He lets out a deep groan of satisfaction when I take his length in my mouth. He tastes like salt and heat, and him.
I want it all.
My eyes look up and he’s watching me, dark gaze smoldering.
“Just like that,” he grunts, cupping my head and guiding me, threading his hands through my hair.
My tongue and lips suck him while his grip grows firmer, pushing my head into his body until the tip of him is in the back of my throat. His breathing gets loud as his cock thickens and hardens more.
“You should move. I’m about to go,” he groans, staring down at me.
“This is my first BJ. Don’t tell me what to do,” I say around him, kissing the tip.
He laughs but stops when I twirl my tongue around his head.
“Charm…” he mumbles when I take him inside my mouth and hum. I’m not sure how to do it right, but I use everything I have. My hands cup his tight ass, my nails digging into those firm muscles as I suck, rolling my tongue down his hard length. “Charm!” His hips arch and he growls when he comes, his fingers in my hair as he pushes himself in deep. I take everything he gives me.
Silence fills up the room as we breathe heavily and ease away from each other slowly. I reach the bed and pull myself up. I keep my face averted, processing.
He…I…that was…hot.
Why haven’t I ever done that?
Because I never wanted to before, but with him…
When I turn around, he’s zipping up his jeans, his shoulders hunched as he seems to gather himself.
He never even took his shirt off, I realize, and here I am in nothing but a bra under my breasts.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab a tissue and wipe my mouth. Fixing my bra, my fingers feel useless, still in some kind of afterglow as I straighten up and stand. I snatch my underwear and slide them on then grab a blanket from the bed and drape it around me.
He’s just watching, and I chew on my lips.
What’s next?
Weirdness, that’s what.
“Thank you for seeing me home,” I say. “I appreciate it.”
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I feel a slow blush rising on my cheeks. “That was lame,” I say.
He’s got those heavy eyes on me, assessing me, thinking.
Shit, what is he thinking?
I clear my throat. “Are you leaving?” It’s what I did to him. I pulled myself together those times we were together, said goodbye, and left. He didn’t seem to care. He told me bye and see you later. I clearly remember, because I wanted him to say more, especially that last night we were together. I suspect my heart was right there on my face.
He stalks over to me and lifts my face up. “I should go.”
“You should. It’s very late, practically dinner time.”
“I don’t want to,” he murmurs, playing with a piece of my hair.
“Then stay.”
“What will we do?”
If I was a good girl, I’d say hang out and watch TV, maybe eat, but—
“What will we do?” he repeats, his eyes on me.
“Whatever you want,” I whisper.
He licks his lips. “The next time I come, I want it