Sneaking a hand down between our bodies, I squeeze his erection.
“That was just a warm up.” He lowers his mouth to mine, nipping at my bottom lip begging for entrance. Allowing histongue to snake in against mine, I groan at the taste of myself that still lingers on his lips.
Disentangling myself from him, I slowly get out of the pool, making sure he gets a good view. “Before we get to that, how about you come join me here so I can finally return the favor.”
Not needing to be told twice, he quickly gets out of the pool, joining me by the lounge chairs placed along the edge of the pool. Making him sit, I waste no time straddling his thighs.
“You know what you haven’t let me do, yet?” I coyly ask, leaning back to untie his swim trunk so I can wrap my hand around his cock, running my hand along his length a few times, before leaning in, licking up the side of his neck until I get to his ear. “You haven’t let me taste you on my tongue properly.” Feeling him shiver against me, I waste no time making my way down his body, until I come face to face with his ever impressive cock.
Sure, I’ve sucked his cock plenty of times, but he’s never finished down my throat—always pulling back before so he can come inside of me. But not tonight, at least not this time tonight, this time he’s coming on my tongue.
Gripping him in my hand, I take my time worshiping the tip with my tongue, licking at his slit and pulling a moan deep from his chest, before dragging my tongue down his entire length and back up before taking him deep into my mouth with a strong suck.
“Fuck, Hannah!” he says, wrapping my hair in his hand as he starts to pump his hips in sync with my motion. Encouraged by him, I take him deeper until he’s well into my throat and my lips are pressed against his hips.
“That’s it, take me down your throat.” With a moan, he adds, “Keep that up and you’ll have me coming down your throat in seconds.” Feeling me moan around his dick at his words, he says,“Fuck, that’s what you want? You want my cum sliding down your throat.”
Moaning against him again, I see him throw his head back as his fist tights in my hair encouraging me to suck on just the tip, slicing my tongue along his slit before deep throating him again.
“I’m gonna come. I’m coming,” he says, as I taste the jet of cum hit my tongue making me moan along with him. Once he catches his breath, his eyes focus on me, still kneeling in front of him, before pulling me up so my chest is against his pulling me in for a steering kiss.
Pulling away a few minutes later, he says “Thank God I was sitting down for that. There’s no way I would or could have stayed standing. Seriously, you’re going to have to give me a few minutes before I can actually fuck you on all fours like you promised this morning, and so we can cross another item off you List. My legs are still too shaky.”
Laughing, I drop a soft kiss on his lips, before cuddling into his chest as he wraps his arms around me pulling me in tighter.
Chapter 29
“August fourth, Ian,” Sadie says, dropping down on the patio chair beside me.
“What about August fourth?” I ask, confused about her statement.
“You ready to admit defeat?”
Damn, I guess she’s right. Like I wouldn't have bought her a trip to New Zealand simply because she asked; she really didn't have to bet me anything to get her way.
Pretending I have no idea what she’s talking about, I make a confused face and ask, “Defeat about what?”
Rolling her eyes, she says, “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You love her!” she says with a chin lift towards Hannah who’s laughing as my mom pours more wine into her glass across the patio from us, bringing a smile to my own face.
“And that look right there is why I know I won!”
“You know I would have paid for a trip to New Zealand without this little bet, right?” I say, keeping my eyes locked on Hannah, as she and my mom have their heads bent together. They’ve been inseparable since I introduced them two hours ago for myparents annual August Family BBQ. The minute I told Mom that Hannah had just finished writing a smutty book we had lost both of them.
“So you admit defeat?” she asks again.
“I don’t know if I’d call it defeat, but yes, I will pay for you and a friend to visit New Zealand after you graduate high school,” I tell her, with an eye roll of my own. I wish I could admit defeat. I felt a change in Hannah after the time we spent in Florida. I can’t explain it, but I know she’s on the same wavelength as me. I can feel that she no longer sees this as just two friends passing the time, I just don’t know if she knows it yet, and I don’t want to push her. I get the feeling that she needs to get to this conclusion on her own.
“I do like her though. She’s gorgeous. But not in an in-your-face-gorgeous way. More like a girl-next-door-I-don’t-really-know-I’m-gorgeous kind of way. Plus, Mom seems to love her.”
“She is gorgeous, that’s for sure,” I agree, my eyes tracking her every move, like she’ll disappear if I let her out of my sight. I just can’t help myself; where she goes, my eyes go, and if she goes too far, my body needs to follow. It’s to the point where I can’t sleep when she’s not in my bed. She’s been trying not to stay over too often, trying to spend time with Levi. There’s something going on with him. We thought that everything between him and Lacey was fixed after their date in Florida—they came back that night as if nothing had happened. As if they hadn’t been bickering over the weekend. But in the last week no one has really seen Lacey. Hannah even said she bailed on brunch and pedicures with her and Ellie. Only JJ knows what’s going on, but he’s being tight-lipped about it. Usually JJ, Ellie, and Lacey are here for the BBQ, but only Levi is here. JJ and Ellie decided to go to their parents’ cabin for the long weekend. Although, Levi keeps looking at his phone every sixty seconds. Just like he’s been doing for the past ten days.
Hannah is worried about him, but he won’t tell her what happened. Keeping to the point that whatever is going on is between him and Lacey and that he won’t air out their dirty laundry to everyone in the room. I commend him for his decision, but I want to throttle him at the same time. Because he won’t share what’s going on, Hannah won’t spend more than one night at a time in my bed. I know I’m being selfish, but I want the woman in my house, in my T-shirt, and in my bed 24/7, just like she’s in my mind, heart, and soul. With pre-season training starting soon, followed by the season, I want to spend as much time with her as I can.
I understand why she’s doing it. I’m even worried about him. I’ve never seen him like this. Usually he’s manning the BBQ with my dad all day; but he’s just looking out at the mountains, nursing a beer, checking his phone every two minutes, waiting for a text.
“I like her too. She’s nice. She even said she’d come to New Zealand with me when I told her I won a bet against you.” And that’s where I choke on the drink of beer I just took.
“You told her about the bet?” I ask, shaking my head. I hope she didn’t tell her the bet was that I was going to be in love by the end of the summer.
