And I was impressed, but also… “Why can’t I touchyou?”
I hadn’t meant to blurt it, and from the way he blinked in surprise, Garrak hadn’t expected it either. “What?”
Without trying to explain, I reached for his crotch, where his cock was tenting his pants impressively. “Stevie—” he began in what I thought might have been a warning, but I was beyond that now.
I pressed my thighs together, the pleasant ache near constant since yesterday evening, and yanked down the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers. We both sucked in a breath as his cock sprang free, and I immediately reached for it.
It was the first time I’d wrapped my fingers around it like this, and I couldn’t help but draw in a thrilled breath. He’d used this monster cock on me so often in the last day but had denied himself pleasure.
Well, I could do something about that.
With him flat on his back, I leaned over and opened my mouth.
“Stev—” he began but bit off his warning with a groan when I took the head of his cock into my mouth.
I stroked him with my palm and fingers as I closed my mouth over him. Then I pulled out and slid my mouth and tongue along his thick length, the part I would never be able to swallow down. Time to show Garrak exactly what a tongue stud was good for!
By the time I closed around the head of his cock once more, I could taste his pre-cum. It was cinnamon-flavored, and I decided right then and there that I was going to taste it again, as often as I could.
Cinnamon had always been one of my favorite flavors.
“Sweetheart,” he growled, his hand going to my head. My pulse sped, and I felt a surge of liquid heat between my thighs. I’d always loved it when a guy used my mouth?—
But not Garrak.
He pulled my lips away from him just as he groaned, and if I hadn’t been pumping his cock with my other hand, I wouldn’t be able to take credit for the way he came.Spectacularly. All over his stomach and chest.
I watched, enthralled, at the way his face contorted as his cock jetted, each time weaker, spreading pale green cum across his skin.
Unable to help myself, I leaned down and primly flicked my tongue across his spend, tasting him. Garrak groaned again and rolled away, sitting up abruptly.
I was left alone and a little confused as he stomped for the bathroom. I heard his leg hit the floor and the shower come on again as I settled under the covers.
His love language might be taking care of me, but why wouldn’t he accept that I could do the same for him?
Later, when I was already half-asleep, he crawled back into bed and pulled me against him. I’d learned last night that I was most comfortable tucked up against him like this, and I hadn’t had any nightmares lately.
I could feel his heart thrumming beneath my palm and knew he wasn’t ready for sleep. So I yawned and asked, “What’s the plan for tomorrow?” I’d already missed my flight home, so I suppose I had the next two weeks to kill. “More of this?” I teased.
He shifted, as if antsy. “I’ll swing by the building site. All the rain is slowing things down.” He was quiet for a moment, then, “It’s weird not to have to get up on a Monday morning and go to work.”
I snorted, wanting to blurt,tell me about it. But instead, I asked him about his old job, as the Director of Mining Operations for the Radiance Mine in Colorado. As he began to talk, I felt him relax, and I did as well.
I fell asleep smiling as his rich baritone wrapped me in safety and comfort.
Monday morning dawned clear and sunny, which felt like something special. “Can we walk into town?” I asked while making the coffee from Beach Beans. “It didn’t seem too far. But maybe you’re worn out after your run?”
Garrak scowled at my teasing. “Female, a merewalkwouldn’t wear me out,” he barked as he swatted my ass on the way to his shower.
“Oh,” I called cheekily after him. “It’ll taketwowalks to wear you out?”
I dunno. I guess I was feeling a little naughty that morning after how he’d reacted to his blowjob last night. I wanted to do shit forhimand see if he’d accept it.
He did look a little surprised and confused when he emerged—looking fuckingdeliciousin that button-up shirt tucked into his jeans—and discovered the omelet I’d made. “You cooked?”
I gestured grandly with the spatula. “Idoknow how to scramble eggs. Try it.”
His brows went up as he bit into it. “This is actually pretty good.”
