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“And?”
“She didn’t. She stayed, made it up to me. She said she was so sorry, that she loved me, that she would never leave. Became sweet for a few days.”
I take a bit of ice cream. “You don’t sound happy, though.”
“Well that’s because we went to a party together, and I found her in a bedroom with a couple of guys.” He eats some ice cream. “It wasn’t the first time, either.”
My heart hurts for him. “I’m sorry, Brad.” I reach out across the bar and take his hand.
“It’s okay,” he says thickly. “I know you don’t like her.”
“No matter what I think, I don’t like seeing you hurt.”
He’s avoiding my eyes as he takes another spoonful. “Thanks.” Putting his spoon in the sink, he moves to leave, and I know that he’s embarrassed by his emotions.
He probably wants to be alone, but I can’t resist. “You’re not going to kiss me goodnight?”
“‘Night, Mom.” He still won’t meet my eyes, but he presses a kiss to my cheek and gives me a hug.
I hug him back. “I’m glad you’re home.”
“Me too.”
I hear him go up the stairs to his room and close the door. But I’m not done with this ice cream just yet. After everything today, after the craziness with Trevor and dealing with my meddling siblings, I feel like I’ve earned it. I should probably at least load the dishwasher, too. I take a few more bites of ice cream, savoring the creamy vanilla before I put it away. I hear steps on the stairs as I’m setting the ice cream in the freezer, and I know that those steps aren’t Brad’s. The upstairs shower is bigger, so Trevor opted for that, and now he’s coming down.
My stomach is suddenly a bundle of nerves. I had planned on being safely ensconced in my room when he came down, but that’s out of the question now. Instead, I’ll do some cleaning. Maybe he’ll be asleep by the time I go to my room. I hear him settle onto the couch, and turn my attention to the kitchen. I clean the counters and load the dishwasher as quietly as I can, and even though I try to make all my tasks last longer, it takes less than half an hour before the kitchen is clean. So I can either try to get to bed, or just…stand in the kitchen.
Fine. He’s probably asleep now anyway, right?
I shut off the light in the kitchen, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. All I need to do is walk past the couch, open the doors to my room and close them without tripping over anything or waking him up. I peek into the living room, and I can see Trevor. A strip of orange streetlight is pouring in from the window across the couch, illuminating him. He’s shirtless under that blanket I gave him, and he’s staring right at me. Well, shit. I guess I look kind of silly peeking out from behind the doorframe. He winks at me as I come into the room.
“Good night,” I say, trying to shrug off the fact that he knows I was trying to avoid him.
“Yes,” he says, “I am having a very good night.” He throws the blanket back, and I think I gasp. I’m not sure. I am sure I must be dreaming.
Trevor is completely naked, his cock standing at attention as he slowly jerks himself off. His eyes never leave my face, and mine never leave his cock. I’ve never seen a cock that big in real life. Only in the rare times I’d watched porn—few and far between. He’s thick and long, his fingers barely able to wrap around himself. He lets out a groan as he completes another slow stroke. “I can’t help it,” he says. “I’m hard every time I look at you. I had to do something about it.”
“But…why?” I don’t understand. He’s young and…stunning. With a body and a cock like that he could have any woman in the world. I’ve stepped closer without realizing it, and now I’m looking down at him, watching him touch his cock while he looks at me.
“Because, Stella.” He puts an emphasis on my name, because he can call me by my first name. Because he wants to remind me that he’s a man. With that cock right in front of me—well within reach of my hands—I have no problem remembering that he is a man. “You are. So. Damn. Hot.” He punctuates every word with a jerk on his cock, and I realize that I want him to come. I want him to come thinking about me. He closes his eyes for a moment. “And I have wanted to fuck you since the first time you made me an after-school snack.”
Heat floods my body as I flush, both embarrassed and turned on. He opens his eyes again and suddenly he reaches out and grabs my arm, and pulls me onto him. I’m flush against him now, our faces together and his cock hot and hard against my stomach. My body comes to life and I’m already soaking wet again at just this possibility. This close to him, I don’t know how I can resist, especially since I don’t want to. Every excuse and every obstacle disappears as he kisses me roughly, gripping the back of my neck and holding me still so he can go deeper.
He releases me, and his gaze pins me in place. “I want your mouth on me, and I think you do too.” God, yes. I do. I want to be the reason he comes. I want to taste him. So I do.
Starting with his chest, I put my mouth on him. I love the feeling of his skin on my lips, warm and soft over the tautness of his muscles. I like feeling him tense and shudder as I lick my way across his stomach, tracing the lines of his abs. Then I’m poised above his cock, and I just have to stop and look. To touch. I run my fingers along his considerable length and watch him twitch under my fingers. The skin is so smooth and soft, and it reminds me just how long it’s been since I’ve been this close to a man. I touch him again, teasing, and he makes a sound closer to a growl than anything else.
He glistens at the tip and I flick my tongue across the broad head of him, tasting. It’s a little salty, with a deeper taste that doesn’t have a name, but isn’t unpleasant. Opening my mouth, I suck him in slowly, starting at the tip and working my way down. I flick my eyes up to him, and find Trevor watching me with a sort of reverent awe. I pull back, swirling my tongue around his head and watch his eyes fall closed in pleasure.
I laugh around him. It may have been a while since I’ve done this, but I do know some tricks. I bob my head faster, sucking hard every time I draw my head back. Gradually, I increase my speed to a frenzy, and as I feel him tense, I slow suddenly, taking him as deep as I can and stopping completely. Trevor groans, in pleasure or frustration or both. If my mouth weren’t stuffed full of his cock, I would be smiling.
I don’t move, holding my place on his cock and instead swallowing and creating and releasing suction until his hips are thrusting off the couch. I release him completely, leaning down to take his balls into my mouth. I roll them around in my mouth, making sure to touch every bit of their skin with my tongue. I’m licking my way from the base of his shaft to the tip, slipping him back inside my mouth when I hear the creak on the stairs.
My entire body goes cold. Brad is coming down the stairs. Trevor realizes it at the same time I do, and in seconds, he sweeps the blanket over me. I try to make myself smaller, but that doesn’t solve the larger problem that my head is between Trevor’s legs, and my mouth is still on his cock. His hand snakes under the blanket, fingers tangling in my hair at the same time he thrusts his cock deeper into my mouth.
A wave of fear rolls through me as I realize he intends to fuck my mouth while Brad is in the room. I’m such an idiot. The very least I could have done was make Trevor come with me into my room,lock the door, possibly bolt it. I let this happen. Adrenaline fires through my veins—we’ll almost certainly be caught, and I have no idea how I can possibly explain this.
“Hey man,” I hear Brad say, and Trevor thrusts his hips, his cock hitting the back of my mouth.
“Hey.”
“Do you know if my mom is asleep yet? I wanted to ask her something.”
Another thrust and another, small increments back and forth. “I haven’t seen her since I came down. Sorry.” Trevor’s voice is surprisingly even.
“Her light is off. Must be asleep.”
“Yeah, probably.” He pushes my head down onto him further until I can’t take more.
“Thanks,” I hear Brad say
. “See you tomorrow.”
“‘Night,” Trevor says, and I hear just a hint of the strain in his voice now.
