Grabbing her favorite shampoo, I thoroughly wash her hair and massage her scalp. After I’m finished, she relaxes and leans back into my chest. Before I can ask if she’s ready to get out and get ready for bed, she turns around and looks up at me. She lathers her hands with soap to wash me, starting with my chest, but quickly gets distracted and heads toward my already half-erect cock. It feels like I’m always at least half hard around her, and being in the shower with her naked, wet body is more than enough to have me wanting her. But tonight has been a lot, and the last thing I want is to do anything else sexual while she’s emotionally drained. I’m about to tell her we should really be getting to bed when she slowly drags her fingertip through the precum beading at the tip of my cock.She brings that finger to her mouth, sucking as if she’s savoring my taste…Jesus Christ…I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hard in my life.
“What are you doing, Angel?” I rasp out, not sure if this is real or if I’m in a dream.
Sloane is almost bashful looking at me, and I feel my chest seize up with lust when she says, “Can I taste you? I’ve wanted to, but I’ve been nervous since I obviously don’t know what I’m doing.”
I cup my hand under her jaw and bring her lips to mine for a soft kiss. “You don’t have to be nervous, baby. Anything you do will be amazing. I’ve honestly been too obsessed with your pussy to even think about you sucking my cock. You don’t have to—”
She cuts me off by dropping to her knees and pressing a soft, teasing kiss to my head. I suck in a breath, feeling like this is going to be over embarrassingly quickly. My angel on her knees for me is a sight that’s already seared into my memory as one of the best moments of my life. Before she can go any further, I grab a small towel from the heated shelf next to the shower and place it down on the floor so her knees won’t bruise on the hard tiles. She gives me a small smile, then focuses all her attention back on my dick like it’s a prize she’s won.
Trailing little kisses down the underside of my shaft, she teases each rung of my ladder before reaching the base of my cock and wrapping her hand around me. At least, most of the way around. Looking back up to meet my gaze, I see determination in her eyes as well as nerves.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Lick your way back up.”
My girl is smart and does as she’s told. I’m about to tell her to just suck my tip into her mouth when she surprises the hell out of me by taking my first few inches and suckinghard,hollowing out her cheeks and using the tip of her tongue to tease my slit. Nothing can prepare me for the feeling of her hot little mouth combined with her tongue, and when her eyes meet mine, shining with tears and loaded with forgiveness, love, and understanding, I find myself unable to hold on or warn her about what’s happening.
I roar out my orgasm, pleasure racing up my spine as I fill her mouth with more cum than I think I’ve ever produced at once. My chest heaving, I lean over to put one hand on the shower wall and reach down with my other to cup Sloane’s cheek as I try to catch my breath. I’m stroking her jaw when I realize her cheeks are puffed out, and when I meet her eyes with a questioning quirk of my eyebrow, my perfect little troublemaker smirks and opens her mouth to show me the cum she pulled out of me in less than a minute.
I huff out a laugh and drop to my knees in front of her, slamming my mouth to hers and moaning as I taste us together. After she swallows the rest of me down, I pull back to look in her eyes. I see pride there, like she knows she did a good job, but she clearly doesn’t understand the extent to which she’s just rocked my world.
“My love,” I groan out, taking her face in my hands and leaning down to press my forehead to hers. “That was…God.That was the best blow job I’ve ever had. I’m slightly embarrassed.”
She gives me a little smile and a quiet laugh. “The best? Really?”
I know she finds this hard to believe, but damn, it’s the truth. “Really, baby. That’s the fastest I’ve ever come in my life. Even when I was a horny teenager desperate for anyone to touch my dick, I’ve never lasted less than a minute. You hold that record by a wide margin. I’m still catching my breath. Holy hell, Angel.”
She must see the truth in my eyes because I finally get a sweet giggle out of my girl. “You did come, like, super fast.”
I give a mock huff of indignance when she starts laughing in earnest, before joining her, belly laughing on the floor of the shower.
I take her face again in my hands and try to convey how damn much I love her with my eyes.
“Thank you for that gift, baby. You have no idea how much I cherish you and every one of your firsts. I love you. I love you so much, and I promise to do everything I can to continue to grow and be a better man for you.”
She must see the truth in my eyes because she leans in and gives me a chaste kiss. “I love you too. Now dry me off and take me to bed.”
Chapter twenty-four
It’s been almost a month since Ledger brought me here.Home.I’m having to shut that thought down more and more with every passing day even though he’s adamant about this beingourplace. Even though I’ve spent every minute outside of class with him either laughing, talking…or fucking, it still feels too good to be true. I’m happier than I’ve ever been, especially knowing I have a whole week of bliss with Ledger for Thanksgiving break. We’re cuddled up on the couch reading when my phone dings with a text notification from my mother.
Mom:
We decided to come for Thanksgiving. We will be there Monday. Please make sure your apartment is presentable. We can’t wait to see you and Dean.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
He reaches out and gently tugs my bottom lip from between my teeth with his thumb, running it back and forth to soothe where I’ve bitten down too hard. “You’re scaring me, Sloane.”
Taking a deep breath, I exhale and tell him about the text in one long rush.
“MyparentsarecomingtotownforThanksgivingbreakandIneed
togobacktomyapartmentsotheydon’tknowwelivetogether.”
“Mind repeating that for me? Maybe a few words at a time?”
I jump up and pace around the room, his gaze following my every step. “I’m sorry. I know you’ll be mad, and I don’t want to go. But I haven’t told them I broke up with Dean, let alone told them aboutyou. It’s out of the question to drop all this on them at the same time I tell them we’reliving in sin!”
“Sweetheart, I think you’re right that we need to meet your parents and give you a chance to tell them about Dean, but I don’t see why that should keep you away all week. Maybe you can spend a night at your apartment, have dinner and tell them about Dean, then bring them here the next evening. We can even have the guest suite ready for them, play some board games, eat dinner together…what? What’s wrong?”
