“Come for me, baby. Let me see it.” My plan was for her to go first, but the breathy way her voice hitched as she spoke told me she wouldn’t be far behind.
It didn’t mean I couldn’t try, though.
As I felt my own climax surge, I sucked down on her clit. Hard. Her hips jerked, body convulsing as I glided my tongue along the tight bud. She cried out, neither of us caring about how loud we were being. Not when our pleasure felt this good.
Cum pooled along my stomach as Cleo tried to continue stroking me through her own orgasm, but faltered. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think about anything other than how good it felt when she touched me, and how sweet her own release was as it landed on my tongue. Jesus Christ, it was fucking intoxicating. Her legs squeezed tighter around my head as she let out a low, carnal moan.
Slowly, I unhooked my arms from around her thighs. Cleo collapsed beside me, resting her hand on my abdomen and her head on my thigh. “Holy shit, Grady,” she chuckled, turning to face me. “I think you had me seeing stars.”
I looked down at my spent dick. “Yeah, I could say the same. Let me clean up really quick.”
As I tried to sit up, Cleo placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back onto the bed. “Let me,” she said, rolling away before I could stop her. She padded into the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and ran it under the water before coming back. Her eyes glanced between the mess on my stomach and my face, reaching out with gentle care as she cleaned me with reverence. It was a struggle not to get hard again as she worked.
When she was satisfied, she tossed the cloth on top of oursoaked clothes that still lay on the floor of the bathroom. We could get them tomorrow. Tonight, I was spent. So was she, judging by the way she crawled into bed and curled up at my side.
With her head on my chest, I pressed a kiss to her crown. “Goodnight, bluebird.”
cleo
. . .
Grady’s heartbeatwas steady beneath my ear as I pried my eyes open and peered around the room. It was bathed in a soft morning glow filtering through the window. I knew this was his dad’s room, but there was still so much of his mom here, too. Pictures of them lined the top of the dresser, and the comforter was an olive green with a floral pattern stitched at the bottom. On what I assumed was her side of the bed, there was a vase of fresh flowers. Clearly, keeping that up was Grady’s task, given he’d been here for nearly two weeks now. It was these tender touches that made my own heart ache for the woman who’d been so kind.
When Charlie started talking about not knowing her grandmother, I knew passing on the vintage Pyrex set she had given me was the right thing to do. Marsha would’ve loved Charlie. She would’ve spoiled her rotten, likely spending their time together tending the garden or baking cookies in the kitchen. While I definitely couldn’t help in the floral department, I could try to bridge the gap with sweets.
At the sound of Grady’s snoring, I turned my head and watched him. It was strange how peaceful he looked. We neverhad the luxury of many sleepovers when we were kids, so seeing him like this was a first for me. I was obsessed with the way his long lashes fanned out against his cheeks, and the way his pouty lips were parted just a touch.
If I were an artist, I would want to spend hours capturing his likeness to get it right. Since I wasn’t, I’d settle for staring at him as though he was a work of art because to me, he was. Seeing him like this gave me an idea, though, one which would conveniently ruin whatever peace he’d found while profusely begging me for more.
Slowly, I extracted myself from his hold, waiting a moment as he readjusted his position. It’d be my luck if he woke up before I ever had a chance to have my fun. When I realized he was, indeed, back asleep, I slipped beneath the covers and settled myself between his thighs. Neither one of us had put on clothes after crashing last night, which meant I was staring at his semi-hard cock.
I’d always thought the concept of morning wood was a joke, a way for men to excuse themselves from being hornbags who demanded sex before even waking up, but being older taught me it wasn’t always true.
Taking hold of his length, I let my tongue run from base to tip. His body shivered under my touch, head lolling to one side as I took him inside, moving slowly. The longer I worked him, the more restless his body became.
This was exciting. I’d never been the type of person to think about a spontaneous blow job, let alone actually giving one. By the time Grady and I were able to be a little more open and adventurous with our sex life, we were on the downhill slope of our relationship. And I never enjoyed giving Thomas head. It always felt like a chore versus something I actually wanted. I did it because he asked, not because I enjoyed it. Eventually, even that went away, though—not that I was complaining.
I wasn’t sure if I was still drunk on orgasms or if my preferenceshad changed overnight, but I felt the shift. I woke up wanting the taste of him to start off my day, and I wanted to give him a surprise I knew he’d love.
I liked the idea of him being asleep, though. It took the pressure off having to ask him if I could suck his cock. Not that he would say no, but I wasn’t exactly comfortable with being so open yet. A good morning blow job today could mean road head next week. Baby steps, and all that.
The feeling of him hardening in my mouth was strangely euphoric. Knowing I had that kind of control over his body? Yes, please. Sign me up. It was more than that, though. It was also knowing selfishly, he was getting hard forme. He was going to come downmythroat, not anyone else’s.
When one of his hands moved to my head, fingers tangling themselves in my hair, I smiled around his dick. The covers were thrown back a second later, and I looked up to find his ice blue eyes locked on me.
“Good morning,” I said, releasing him with a pop. “Did you sleep well?”
“Oh, god, I love you,” he said, as I let him guide me back on his length. I could feel the way he was fighting the urge to fuck my mouth, the way his hips rocked ever so slightly beneath me. His restraint was so goddamn sexy. It only made me want to see him lose control.
Doubling my efforts, I added my hand to stroke his base as I bobbed up and down. Saliva coated his dick, running along my skin, but I didn’t care. I liked the messiness of it. His grip grew tight before he yanked me off with a sharp exhale. “Fucking shit, bluebird. Are you trying to kill me?”
“No,” I said with a smile. “I’m trying to make you come. You definitely need to be alive for that.”
Grady’s head fell back on a groan. “You’re making this whole abstaining thing really fucking difficult.”
“So, fuck my mouth,” I said, running my tongue along histip, earning another low rumble from his chest. “Show me how badly you want me, baby.”
I wasn’t big on the pet names like he was, but I liked calling him baby. It was endearing, and he folded every time.
