I’d expected him to pull away, but he didn’t. He blew me harder and faster until I orgasmed and unloaded into his mouth. Still he didn’t retreat, swallowing every drop. As the last punch of pleasure hit me, he flipped his eyes up to me, the sexual being freed for an instant.
“Come here,” I demanded and kissed him hard, tasting myself on his lips. He seemed surprised but opened for me as I controlled his lips in a long, sloppy kiss that made my balls tighten again.
We broke away for breath and I watched as that wild part of him receded, taken over by a shy smile. “Was that okay?”
“Baby boy, that was amazing.” I kissed him again, our lips smacking. “Youare amazing.”
He tried to hide his bashful grin between his teeth, and I gathered him in my arms.
“I’ve only done that a few times so I’m not very…skilled. Next time…will you show me some tricks?”
I rumbled in laughter. “I feel a schoolboy and teacher roleplay fantasy coming on.”
He blushed sweetly. “M-maybe I can give you another blowjob later…?”
Fuck, but Jake was perfect. I pulled him close and growled like an insatiable beast. “Oh, I’m not done with you. It’s only Friday, baby boy.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
JAKE
My body was still singing from the trip to paradise Gabriel had taken me on. It was hard to believe it was Sunday already. We’d pretty much spent all day Saturday in bed, only leaving to fulfill basic needs such as food and water. I swore I could still feel his mouth trailing kisses down my body. I licked my lips, trying to remember his taste and the scent of intimate skin.
“You awake over there?” he asked as he drove me home. “Did I wear you out?”
I offered him a shy smile. “Yes. I’m ready to sleep for a week straight.”
“At least until next weekend when we get to do it all over again.”
A laugh bubbled up and I rested my head against the seat. I was on board with that plan. I was surprised how easy being close to him was.
He was quiet for a long moment. “Hey, I forgot to ask the other day. It got around to my mother that I was seeing someone, and she insisted I invite you over for Thanksgiving dinner. No pressure. You can turn it down. Just figured I’d put the offer out there.”
I blinked at him with wide eyes. He wanted me to meet his parents? I mulled over my thoughts. I hadn’t gotten to introduce myself to his friends yet, and meeting his parents was marginally more scary than that. What would they think about me? Would they think I was too young for him? Not secure enough in my job for a relationship? Or maybe someone like me was just with him for his money? A million terrible and unwelcome thoughts zipped through my mind.
“Uh oh,” Gabriel muttered.
“No, it’s okay. I just–Ah…” Did I want to meet his parents? Maybe, if only because I wanted to be in his life for a very long time. But I was afraid they’d disapprove. “No, I do, it’s just…”
“You don’t sound too sure. Like I said, no pressure. You can turn it down, no hurt feelings.” He pulled along the curb in front of my apartment building. He turned to me and nudged me on the shoulder. “This predicament is your fault, you know? If you didn’t make me all smiley, my father wouldn’t have noticed and bragged to my mother about seeing someone.”
I gasped at him. “Me? How is that my fault?”
“Because. You make me all giddy, like a fuckin’ schoolboy,” he said, and I thought I detected a hit annoyance. “Anyway, forget about the Thanksgiving dinner thing.”
“No!” I sucked in a big breath of air. Did I want to be with him? Absolutely. Doing so required certain obligations, like meeting the parents. “Yes, Gabriel, I will come.”
He cocked a dubious brow. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. No–I don’t know. Look, the whole thing makes me nervous, but I think you really want me to come, or you wouldn’t have asked, so… Yes. I’ll come.”
A faint smile twitched at his lips. “I don’t want to pressure you.”
“You’re not. It's my anxiety, is all.”
He regarded me for a long moment, studying every nervous twitch. “Actually, I’m going to take charge on this one. I’m not going to pressure you into this, and I can tell that I am, even if it wasn’t my intention. You said slow and Thanksgiving is too fast even for me.”
Feeling as if I’d disappointed him, I looked away, searching for the sharp angles and hard lines of the buildings.
