In response, he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “Let me be clear, then. I want your hands, your mouth, youranythingon me more than I want air to breathe. Right now, however, I want one thing even more. I want you to feel appreciated, needed, desired. I want to watch you come—to hear you shout my name into these treetops—as I draw every last drop of cum out of you with my mouth. I want to learn how to worship you, without distraction.Please, let me do this for you, Brooks.” He presses me with another kiss.
Well, okay then.
Definitely did not expectthatfrom the man whose late spouse accused him of being dull in the sack.
That sounds far less generalized than before. It sounds far less ‘using me to experiment’ than before, that is. But lust will make you say some crazy things sometimes, as I’ve demonstrated for the jury mere moments ago.
Surely, once this night is over, and we’re back to our day-to-day, he’ll come to his senses, and I’ll be the one left with a shredded heart, thinking this was personal. There’s no use in arguing with the stubborn man though, and I’m not foolish enough to wind up getting blue balls over being just as hot headed back.
Self-preservation be damned, I nudge my hips up slightly, offering him my concession. He takes it and runs with it. Gagging, licking, sucking, teasing—he worships me with his mouth and throat, just as he promised. When I come for the second time tonight, the treetops do indeed hear me shouting out his name, singing his praises for the moon and all the stars as well.
I don’t even need to clean off, he’s done that all for me with his tongue. Much to my surprise, yet again, he didn’t back down from swallowing my entire load. In fact, he looked hungry for it, instead of nervous about trying it.
When he finally sits up on his knees, wiping the rest of me from his lips with the back of his hand, I notice the large, sticky looking spot he left behind on the sleeping pad. It appears that in bringing me to my own release, he’d found his as well.
I catch him looking down at the spot, embarrassment lining his features. I bring his face close to mine, reassuring him with a kiss. “It’s okay, Evan,” I tell him. “In fact, it’s kind of a compliment…”
“I’ve never done that,” he admits.
“What, orgasmed?” I tease, trying to lighten him up. “Well, happy first eruption then, Vesuvius. Pretty sure that’s a lie though, unlessColton is adopted. Which I seriously doubt, since he looks just like I presume you did at that age.”
He scowls. “Not funny. You know what I mean. I’ve never just blown my load like that before. Usually it takes me forever to come, if I do at all. Half the time, I used to get all in my head and go limp.”
Avoiding the mess, I pull up behind him and hug his naked body into mine. “So what you’re saying is, I made you go out of your mind…” I joke, relieved that I wasn’t alone in that respect.
But he doesn’t return the laugh. Instead, he nods. “You did. I could replay that moment, over and over in my head, and get myself off every time.”
Okay, wow. I know I’m past the point of not allowing this to go on longer than tonight, now. But I still need to be firm about this being just for the summer instead. I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my cheek on his shoulder. “Well, for the next month and a half, you won’t have to replay anything in your head. You’ll have the real deal to practice on, if you so choose.”
He stiffens beneath me. “Why the expiration date?”
“Uh, because you have your life outside of here, and I have mine? We both have our responsibilities, and your home, your life, is across the state.”
It pains me to remind him of this, but it’s true. This, whatever this even is right now, is a product of our proximity. We’re in a bubble here. Once the season is over, however, that bubble bursts.
The sun will set on the third day without a true love’s kiss, Ariel willpoofback into her mermaid tail, and we go back to reality. Prince Evan sails off on his ship, leaving me to the briny sea.
Whatever promise this summer holds, it ends when the leaves start to change and a crisp coolness infiltrates the breezes. It ends when the docks get pulled, the boats get put back in storage, and the chilled lakeno longer takes the edge off muggy days. It ends, and I’d be a fool not to try to protect my heart by falling for the neediness in his tone. The meaningless things Evan said were only the product of being in the throes of passion at the time. Just like everything else in my life, the seasons will change, and I will become a distant memory.
We spend some time getting the evidence of our sexual chemistry cleaned up, the sleeping bags rolled out, and changed into our sweats. When I climb back into the tent from dipping my hands in the stream and wiping a layer of sweat off my face, I find Evan, to my surprise, zipping our two bags together, making a double-bag.
“Is this okay?” he asks me. “I should have asked first…”
I nod, my bobble-head betraying my rational thought process. After anything with Kai, if I even stayed the night, we’d turn our separate ways and fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed. This feels… intimate. Intimacy will breed false hope.
For one night, I’ll allow myself to be reckless and sleep tucked in with him though, because the last thing I want to do is redact my promise to let Evan experiment with me. When I slip into the sleeping bag next to him, he hauls me into him by my waist, as if the thought of sleeping without me in his arms would be a travesty. The wall of pillows he built before is nothing but a distant memory now.
And it’s in his big, secure arms, that I let myself sink into the rise and fall of his broad chest behind me. His arms slowly lose their possessive hold on me, finally morphing into just a need for contact. I revel in the feeling of being held by the last person I would expect to be a post-mind-blowing-orgasm cuddler.
I’m lulled to sleep only after I realized that, oddly enough, he wasn’t just coming up with excuses about the snoring thing… he snorts and sputters like an angry bull. Did he not sleep at all that first night?
The air is damp and cool when I awake to the steady sound of the water trickling over the small waterfall outside the tent. I press myself backwards into Evan’s warmth, his arms having never left me all night. He shifts, stretching in his sleep, pressing his hips into me. Pressing his bulge into the small of my back.
Puffs of breath send goosebumps to the surface of the skin on the nape of my neck and shivers down my spine.
“Are you cold?” Evan murmurs, pulling my entire body flush against him now, holding me tightly.
“Yes,” I lie, not wanting him to know that I’m freshly awake and already craving more of what we did last night instead.
