There's nothing in the world that can rein in the passion flowing through my veins. Except for one thought—there's a good chance the last guy he slept with was Riff. Ineedto make this experience something better, something resetting, something that will help him put that scumbag well and truly in the past where he belongs.
"Come on," I murmur. "Let's get you out of these clothes and into bed."
His blue eyes blaze, and he smiles. "You read my mind."
I swipe the magazines aside, sending them tumbling to the floor as Cabot peels off his shirt, his shorts following in quick succession. He moves in to kiss me, but I back away. "Socks off, too, please. We're not ’90s porn stars."
"True." He lets out a small laugh. "I was born in 2000?—"
I shut him up with my mouth, not needing the reminder he's a few years younger than me. We kiss passionately, our tonguesplaying and exploring as we tumble across the mattress, the sheets twisting around us.
"I just need to take my onesie off," I say, cupping his face in my hands.
"Or…" Cabot drops his gaze and licks his lips. "You can fuck me with it on."
"Youwantme to keep it on?"
He shrugs, smiling shyly in a way I've never seen before. "You look really hot like this."
"You're a weirdo. Anyone ever told you that?"
He just laughs, and I keep my onesie on as I trail kisses down his bronzed chest, over his killer abs, and down to a neatly trimmed dark-blond bush.
I curl my fingers around the base of his shaft to hold it in place, taking him into my mouth. His hands fly into my hair and stay there as he lets out a series of contented groans. I continue slurping away, eventually removing my hand so I can take all of him.
His moans increase, getting louder and louder until—"Oh, shit."
I pull off him.
"What?" I ask, but it's too late, the first spurt of cum hitting my chin.
"Shit, shit, shit," he hisses, his hands leaving my hair to cover his face as his body twists and contorts, cum spurting from his dick, hands-free.
Once he's, erm, finished, he peeks at me through his fingers. "Sorry. I haven't come in a while. I'm so embarrassed."
"It's fine," I say, swiping his release from my chin.
He stops hiding behind his hands, pushes up onto his elbows, and slides down the bed toward me. He's flushed in the face, and I can't tell if it's from embarrassment or because his orgasm was a failure.
Either way…
"But this doesn't mean tonight is over."
And with that, he dives between my legs, frees my cock from my onesie, and starts to blow me.
8
Cabot
I slurp on Scooter's massive cock, barely managing to take it all, his bedroom filling with the sloppyglurg-glurg-glurgsounds of my struggle. I'm so embarrassed by coming so quickly that all I can think of is that Ihave tomake it up to him.
"Hey." Scooter's voice breaks through the sound. I look up at him, and he's smiling warmly. "You can ease up a little."
"Sorry. Was I going too hard?"
"It's not that." He smirks so sexily my dick twitches even though I came less than two minutes ago. "I just don't want you drained of all your energy."
"Stop being so thoughtful," I chide him, taking one long, last swipe with my tongue. "You're meant to be a villain, remember?"
