“So, you know the more times you do that, the harder it makes it for me to settle down, right?”
“What if I don’t want you to settle down right now?”
“This is pretty public and we have an appointment.”
I don’t let him sway me and truth be told, there’s not much conviction in his voice. I reach for the zipper on his pants, lowering it slowly. Nick watches me closely, like he’s afraid to move. Slipping my hand into his pants I feel him, warm, solid, hard. He exhales at my touch.
“Summer…”
I look up at him, thumb stroking his length.
“If you think you have to prove something to me or—”
I lean over and kiss him. His fingers thread into my hair.
“This isn’t about proving something to you
. It’s about…well, I want to. Okay?”
He nods and I lick my lips, eliciting a rumble from his chest. I bend over and take the first tentative lick, then another more thoroughly. His hand clenches in my hair, but he allows me to set the pace.
“Shit,” he says, as I take him in whole. “Someone’s c-coming.”
That stutter twists my belly into a tight, addictive, knot.
“Well, then you better keep a straight face, because I’m not going to stop.”
And I don’t. I keep pleasuring him and his breathing settles, restrained but fully aroused. His fingers tighten against my head and I hear him clench the steering wheel.
“They’re walking, they’re walking, they’re walking…” he mutters, voice cracking on the final word. “They’re…fuck…ugh…they’re gone.”
I stroke his balls.
After that he doesn’t say much and it’s just the sound of his desperate pants along with my own active noises. “Sum,” he mumbles. “I’m about…”
He’s about to cum, there’s no doubt about that. I graze my nails under his cock and work my tongue, my mouth, my hands, pulling him to the edge of euphoria. It doesn’t take much, and his groan fills the cab of the truck, his cock throbbing with release.
His cheeks are red when I lift my face and he pulls me close, kissing my lips.
It takes him a minute to calm down, for the fog to clear from his eyes, but the smile lingers long after we’re on the road to the frame shop. With his hand linked with mine, I realize that maybe there’s more than one way about these relationships. Less tip-toeing around, less hiding and way more fun.
That’s my goal from here on out: a wild summer of fun.
12
Summer
“Come on, let me see it.”
“No.”
“Just once.”
Anita smiles at me and it’s hard to say no to her bright blue eyes and huge stomach.
“Why,” I ask, “do you want to see my sunburn?”
“I don’t know, I just do.”