She looked up at me through her long eyelashes before she knelt before me.
“Me. On my knees for you,” Grace whispered. “I want to make you feel good. You do everything for everyone else. Let me do this for you.”
Holy fuck!
“Grace,” I moaned as she pulled my jeans and boxers down impatiently. “I want your mouth on me.”
Playfully, she kissed the tip of my cock before she reached up to give me a few tugs, her smooth palms sliding along my length before she opened her lips and took me into her mouth. I groaned at the sensation, and a smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth before she dropped her head down to take the full length of my cock between her plump lips. The tip grazed the back of her throat, and instead of gagging, the movement only caused her to moan and take me impossibly deeper as I felt the muscles in her throat relax.
“Fuck.” I fisted her golden locks to hold her head steady while I tried to maintain my composure and not come too soon. When my ragged breathing had slowed, I began to rock my hips, fucking her face while she slid her tongue along the length of me. She never fully withdrew, her lips and tongue and hot mouth always touching me in some way, and it was constantly keeping me on edge. I couldn’t get enough of this woman, on her knees, doing everything in her power to make me feel good, to feel appreciated. Grace looked up at me, moisture clinging to her lashes as her eyes watered. Her lipstick had smudged onto my cock, leaving a bright red ring, almost like a brand. Her hair was tousled from where I’d gripped it in my fist. But she’d never looked more beautiful.
I couldn’t even contemplate her words. She was right. I did try to put everyone else’s needs before my own. But this, being with Grace, was heavenly.
I felt my orgasm building, my legs starting to grow weak. I cradled her head in my hands, stroking my thumb across her bottom lip to warn her. “I’m going to?—”
She moaned and took me deeper into her hot, wet mouth, swallowing around me and ignoring my warning. She continued to bob her head, using her fist on the upstroke to bring me closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Grace.”
I lost control with one final thrust and came in deep spurts down her throat. My body came to a halt, my legs on the verge of giving out. I would have questioned if I had died if it weren’t for the throbbing in the cords of my neck.
Letting go of Grace and her blonde hair, I helped her stand. “You’re amazing, Grace.”
“You’re only saying that because I gave you a blow job.”
I slid one hand up her thigh. The higher my hand went, the wetter I discovered she was.
“Well, it seems like I should repay the favor.”
CHAPTER 17
Caleb
The momentI stepped into the house, I knew something was up. It was just after midnight and my mother had offered to help put Noelle to bed while I was at Bar.
Noelle was asleep on the couch while my mother did a word search on the recliner. Her eyes narrowed when she saw me in the doorway.
“Hi, honey,” she whispered, nodding toward Noelle. “She tried to stay up for you but passed out about ten minutes ago.”
I nodded and asked, “Do you want to spend the night?”
My mother shook her head. “I want to try to put some finishing touches on one of my art pieces.” She was nervous about the big art show she was planning later in the fall. I already knew it was going to be a success.
She grabbed her purse and headed for the door, blowing a kiss to Noelle, and I walked her to the porch. Before she descended the stairs, my mother asked, “You’re pretty serious about this girl, huh?”
My eyebrows rose but I said nothing. Grace and I were hardly stealthy. We weren’t really hiding anything, but I did need to tell Noelle. I wondered how she would react to me seeing somebody.
“You haven’t dated much since Roxy. Are you sure about her?” my mother probed, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I eyed her suspiciously. “What aren’t you telling me?” I glanced over my shoulder and eyed Noelle’s sleeping form then whispered, “I know she has things she’s not telling me, and I reassured her I would wait until she’s ready, and I will, but if it’s something I need to worry about—if Noelle’s safety is at risk—I need you to tell me.”
I respected Grace and her privacy, but my daughter would always be my first priority.
Mom brushed me off. “Oh, honey, no.” She shook her head and paused for a minute. “I don’t think it’s something that would harm her, but be careful with your heart and definitely try to get her to open up to you soon. Things aren’t always as bleak as they seem, and there are three sides to every story, so let her tell you hers. Don’t mind me. I’m just a worrier. I don’t know much, aside from what I saw in a magazine, but if I had to guess, she’s probably punishing herself more than she should.”
I nodded as I said good night and closed the door, letting my mother’s words sink in.
While I hadn’t violated her trust by googling her, my mother did recognize her. What was I going to do?
