“Maybe. I can always feel it when I come back up here.”
He taps the window with his knuckles, then turns toward the door. “I guess my alien’s not in here.”
“Nope. You try her parents’ bedroom?”
He snorts. “Pass.”
“Yesterday she said she might make her eyebrows darker with one of her mom’s pencils.”
“Ahh.” He lifts his brows, and something about the moment makes my stomach rearrange itself.
Even after he leaves, I feel weird. Kind of spacey, like I might dissociate at any moment. That’s normal, I tell myself. This night is always going to be weird. We’ll go next door, show face at the party, and then go to the site of the accident.
I had thought about visiting the beer bar, too, but now I’m not so sure. Maybe I don’t have to find out anything new on this trip. Maybe I should just try to move on. With Barrett, I feel like it might finally be possible.
When he comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, I lead him over to the bed and unwrap him. I take his thick cock in my hands and start to stroke it, while he moans and tweaks my nipples.
“Gwenna…”
“I need you,” I whisper, squeezing him. “In my mouth…or pussy?”
“Let me eat this pussy. Then…” He lays me on the bed, never finishing his thought as he peels my pants and panties down and gently spreads me… Tastes me with the tip of his tongue.
I grip his arms, moaning as his tongue trails up my slit, lapping gently at my throbbing clit.
“Lay down so I can suck your dick.” I pull on him, and Barrett does as I ask.
I get him in my throat, playing with his balls as he makes my body tremble from the pleasure of his tongue. I start to ride his face, taking his cock deeper with every moan. I feel him harden…tighten…swelling, and he lifts his hips. He moans against my pussy.
I can feel his hips shake as he tries to keep from thrusting at me.
I moan, and he trembles. I can taste him. His tongue circles my clit. I focus on his balls, so taut and heavy in my hands. I stroke them, stroke the base of his cock. Suck him deeper, work him with my tongue, and Barrett touches me just right, and I explode.
He holds out another second or two, and then he’s pulling out. I grab his hips, so I can swallow. We end up, sometime later, wrapped up in each other as the light outside the window turns a fuzzy, indigo blue.
“Bear?” I press a kiss against his nape.
“Mmm.”
I’m spooning him, but he turns around, onto his back, so he can get an arm around me.
“Scoot back over,” I scold. “Let me hold you. It makes me feel good,” I add softly.
He does, and I wrap myself around him.
“Do you want to skip tonight?”
“Tonight?”
“The party.” I play with his now-short hair.
“Do you want to?” He reaches behind himself, rubbing his palm over my hip.
“I don’t care. I’d probably vote ‘go,’ for Jamie. But I doubt she cares.”
“Then let’s go.”
He turns over on his stomach and pushes up on his arms, so he can look at me. His eyes are surprisingly soft.