Stay with Me (With Me in Seattle 9)

How did I never get the blowjob of my life until I was in my thirties?

She begins to jack me off, and I can’t take it anymore.

“I’m going to come, Amelia. If you don’t want me to—”

But she shakes her head, holding and sucking harder, and I explode into her mouth, crying out her name.

When she’s finished licking me clean, I pick her up, set her on the countertop, and rip her pretty pink panties in two, tossing them aside.

“You have a thing for ripping my clothes,” she mutters but smiles as she pushes her fingers into my hair. “And I didn’t bring the condoms.”

“Don’t need one,” I reply breathlessly as I spread her wide and lean in to press my mouth to her center. I glide my hand up her stomach, over the thin sundress she’s wearing, between her breasts, and urge her back onto her elbows. She props her feet on my shoulders, opening herself to me.

I sit back and take her in. It’s not dark this time, and I can clearly see every delectable inch of her.

“So pink,” I murmur, pushing my finger through her wet lips. “Responsive.” She’s clean-shaven. I can see her begin to swell, wanting me to fill her.

But not yet.

“Holy shit,” she mutters, clenching her eyes closed.

“Watch.”

She shakes her head back and forth, so I stop, and she frowns down at me.

“I said watch.”

I push two fingers inside of her and press my thumb to her clit, and she tenses up. “Look at the way your muscles contract.”

“Too much,” she mutters, but I don’t stop. “Want you in me.”

“No way. I’m going to make your legs shake, baby.”

She chuckles as if she doesn’t believe me, but when I press my lips to her clit again, pushing my fingers against her inner walls, her legs do begin to spasm.

“What the hell?” she cries out as she comes around my fingers, against my mouth. “Holy fuck.”

She’s lying completely against the countertop now, her back arched, as the orgasm travels through her, and fucking hell if she isn’t a joy to watch as she falls apart.

“My God,” she mutters, catching her breath. “I didn’t know that was possible.”

I smirk and kiss her inner thighs, then up her stomach before helping her to a sitting position. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a sweet hug.

“Are you okay?” I murmur against her cheek, then kiss just below her ear.

“Totally okay. I just can’t move yet.” She snuggles against me, holding on tightly as her breathing slows further, and our bodies calm. “I’m super hungry.”

“We can find some food on the app,” I reply, kissing her head and then pulling away.

“Okay.” She kisses my chin. “But first, how about a tour of this beautiful house?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I take her hand in mine and lead her upstairs first, to show her the bedrooms and the killer view.

“Wow,” she breathes as she steps out onto the balcony off my bedroom. “This view.”

“It’s what sold me on the house,” I reply and join her at the railing, watching sailboats pass on the Sound. “You must have a similar view.”

“I do, but it always takes my breath away.” She’s leaning on the railing, the wind blowing the hair back from her face, and she seems perfectly content here. “If this was mine, I’d live out here.”

“I use it quite a bit. My backyard faces the same way, but the view is better up here.”

She smiles up at me, and I can’t help myself. I cup her face in my hand and kiss her softly, just soaking her in. “Should we keep going?”

“Sure.”

I lead her back through my room, show her the bathroom, and when I move to walk down the hallway, she doesn’t follow.

“What’s up?”

“This bathtub is insane,” she says, running her fingertip along the rim of the tub.

“You’ll have to take a dip in it sometime.”

“Hell, yes,” she whispers and then turns to take in the rest of the room. “There’s lots of storage in here.”

“I had this whole room remodeled before I moved it. It hadn’t been updated in about twenty years.”

“Well, you did a good job.” She smiles as she follows me down the hallway, and I show her the guest rooms, then take her back downstairs to my office near the front door.

“No wonder you noticed me when I moved in. Your office faces my place.”

I lean on the doorjamb and watch her saunter around my space, casually touching my pencils, my chair, looking at the books on the shelves.

She’s damn sexy in my office.

“You went to Harvard?”

I smile and nod, enjoying her.

“Fancy,” she says with a smile. Her blue eyes are bright and happy as she makes her way back over to me. “I like your space. It’s bright and cheerful, but still masculine.”

“Thank you.”

She wraps her arms around my stomach and hugs me, resting her cheek on my chest. When was the last time I felt this comfortable with a woman?

Years.

I glance up and frown at the sight of someone pulling into her driveway. “Hey, look.”

She turns around and frowns, then her whole body tightens up.

“Crap. It’s my mom.” She props her hands on her hips. “And my sister.”

She looks up at me with apologetic eyes. “I think I’d better go see them.”

“Let’s go.”

She frowns. “You definitely don’t need to come with me.”

“Unless you don’t want me to, yes, I do. I’m having dinner with you, remember?”

She bites her lower lip, which only makes my dick twitch, and then shrugs one shoulder. “Okay, follow me.”

I follow her across the street and am surprised at the family dynamic that unfolds in front of me.

“Hey, Mom,” Amelia says, resignation ringing in her voice as she folds the older woman in for a hug.

“There you are,” the older version of Amelia says. “You’ve been in town for days, and I haven’t seen you.”

“I know, I’m sorry, it’s been busy.”

“Too busy to call?”

Amelia glances over at me and gestures my way. “This is Wyatt. He’s my neighbor, and he’s been nice enough to befriend me. Wyatt, this is my mom, Sherri, and my sister, Anastasia.”

Sherri’s face immediately breaks out into a wide grin, and she holds her hand out for mine.

“Well, hello, Wyatt,” Sherri says.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I reply, and then turn to Anastasia, who seems a bit more reserved. She’s beautiful, like her sister, but more simple. No makeup, casual clothes. “Hi, Anastasia.”

“Hello,” she says with a short smile. “How long have you known my sister?”

“A few days,” I reply.

“So, you’ve made time for a stranger, but not for your family,” Anastasia says, and Amelia immediately shuts down. Watching the shutters slam shut is fascinating.

“We can talk about this later,” Amelia says. “Wyatt, maybe we should take a rain check on dinner.”

“Not at all,” I reply. “Why don’t we all have dinner together?”

“Oh, I don’t think—” Amelia begins, but her mom interrupts.