Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“It’s okay.” I reached for Seth’s hair, tangling my fingers in his messy locks. “Take your time. It’s just you and me, sweetheart, and you don’t have to—”
“I want to. Please.”
I nodded as he took a small breath. Shifting my legs, I allowed him more room to settle his shoulders between my legs. Seth took my shaft in hand again and licked the underside of the head. Pinpricks lined my thighs as his tongue fluttered into the slit, and the action was so sensual, it was all I could do to hold myself back.
Redoubling his efforts, he stuffed me back in his mouth, flicking his tongue up and down my shaft as he went. I avoided thrusting upward as I moaned shamelessly. No way would I break his trust, and as his fiery gaze met mine, I knew he was feeling more confident.
Seth sucked the swollen tip into his mouth, keeping his hand low on my shaft and stroking upward, getting into a rhythm.
I fisted the sheets to center myself. “Feels fucking incredible.”
Seth gagged a couple more times as he tried taking me deeper, but as his fingers brushed my sac, electric heat shot up my groin. And that was about all I could take. It felt too damned good.
“Oh, damn…I…I’m close. You need to pull off.” But he didn’t. Instead, his fingers squeezed my full balls, one and then the other, while sucking my shaft into his mouth again, and I saw stars in front of my eyes right as I came apart at the seams. Ropy jets of come spurted inside Seth’s mouth as I shuddered my way through a fucking intense orgasm. “Holy shit.”
Seth made a noise of surprise as he hollowed his cheeks and swallowed in earnest. But for all his effort, my jizz leaked from his mouth, over his hand, and dripped to my abdomen.
Seth drew back and seemed to marvel at my softening cock and the trail of come it had produced, which made what we’d done feel all the more special. His hand brushed over my hip and into the hair at my groin, his eyes wide with wonder, which made me shiver again.
“You’re good at this,” I murmured as I reached for him and pulled him on top of me. I kissed his smiling lips, tasting myself on him. Totally intoxicating. “Give me a minute, so I can take care of you—”
“No, I already…” His cheeks grew rosy as he dipped his head, and that was when I felt the wet tip of his softened cock. Hot damn. He came in the process of giving me a fucking amazing orgasm.
“So damned hot.” I peppered his cheeks and jaw and forehead with kisses.
After we cleaned ourselves up using my T-shirt from the floor, Seth settled against me again, breathing softly. I felt my chest bloom with a kind of pure contentment I’d never felt before.
I tried shutting my eyes as exhaustion took hold. But my heart was still jackhammering, so I knew it would take me a bit to settle, and as Seth squirmed against me, I figured it was the same for him.
“What other memories do you have—of your father?” I whispered into his hair, and he grew very still. Shit, I hoped I didn’t ruin everything by bringing him up. It was just that I meant to ask at dinner after we discussed camping at a nearby lake. I’d told him about disappearing for the weekend with Tucker’s family when they’d erect tents in their backyard, only to feel remorse about leaving my mom. Tucker knew my dad was a mean drunk, but that was the extent of it, and even then, I’d sworn him to secrecy. I didn’t want my dad to get wind of it and for anything to happen to my mom. It wasn’t until we were adults that I’d confessed more, and recounting any of it had been painful, so I felt guilty asking Seth now. “Sorry, I—”
“My mom and dad used to have these barbecues,” he murmured, and I let out the breath I’d been holding. “And we’d invite all our friends. It was laid-back and a lot of fun, which was so unusual for Mom. She has a hard time letting go, and as crazy as it sounds, sometimes it’s as if something like a barbecue is too simple for her. But those nights, it was similar to the lake. I think she would forget she wasn’t supposed to enjoy it, forget that she didn’t like to let herself feel. We’d light a bonfire at night and do s’mores and sparklers, and I dunno, those are some of the best memories I have, I guess.”
I imagined how different his childhood must’ve been with his father around, and I ached for him, for his devastating loss, and found myself grieving in a different way. “Then we should have a barbecue and invite all our friends.”