He arches on the bed, harder, neck straining, eyes shut, gasping for breath.
I jack him while I keep swallowing. He tries to keep himself still so that he doesn’t destroy my throat. I don’t know that I’d have that much control if I was him. When I pull back a little, it’s only so that I can use my tongue, circling it around and around his thick shaft, sucking and licking. I hum too, and hollow my cheeks so I can suck harder. I try to set a rhythm that he’ll like, bobbing my head up and down. I tighten my fist too.
Since his cock isn’t down my throat anymore, Wizard isn’t so careful about holding himself back. He thrusts with me, not violently. Gentle rolls of his hips that push his cock to the back of my tongue. He makes noises. Desperate, pleading, whining, and then just heavy breathing.
He curls on the bed, jerking upright. He thrashes his head from side to side. I’m almost a little bit scared that I’m torturing him.
I take pity on him and wrap both hands around his shaft so I can concentrate on his head. I suck. Hard. Harder. Swirl my tongue over him and back, changing direction. I jack him with both hands and stick my tongue into his slit.
“Oh my god! Fuck! Esme!” His palm bounces off my forehead. He tries again, his heels digging hard into the mattress. I hear the rustle as the sheet pops off on the other two sides. He scrabbles at my face, trying to shove me off, but I refuse to move.
He tried to warn me, but I’m good.
I keep sucking and bobbing my face down his length, working my hands in a steady rhythm until hot jets of comespurt against my tongue. I swallow quickly. And again. And more. His hips pump into my mouth and his cock keeps kicking, jetting over my tongue.
How is it possible to come this much after he just came an insane amount?
It’s hot, but there’s no way that I can keep up. My mouth is full even though I’m doing my best. Some leaks out the side, dribbles down my bottom lip, slips down my chin and neck.
“Sorry,” Wizard gasps. “Sorry. Shit. I’m sorry.”
I keep swallowing until he’s done, then I keep sucking on him until he shoves me gently away for a different reason. He’s way too sensitive to let me keep going. I release him and clean myself up, licking my lips and then my fingers. I spilled some on Wizard’s balls. I bend down and lick that off too, giving his balls a suck and a kiss that makes him nearly jack knife off the bed.
I didn’t get to do any balls play. I send them a mental apology.Next time, I promise.
“You’re—really… good at that,” Wizard stammers.
His eyes are glossy and heavy lidded. It looks like he’s struggling to keep them open. I love how big his pupils are, how sleepily he looks up at me. It’s the look of utter wonderment that undoes me.
I kiss my way up his abs, up his chest, over his chin and to his lips. He opens for me immediately, too tired to make a sound, but he sucks my tongue into his mouth and tries to do things to it like I just did to his cock. We kiss for a long time, and even though I’m burning up and buzzing and want to stick my hand down between us and touch my clit until I shatter, it’s nice to do this too. I don’t grind against Wizard. I don’t give myselfthe friction I crave. I savor the feel of his tongue stroking mine instead. I indulge in the taste of his kiss, the feel of his lips. I love the way the kiss changes, going from furious to almost lazy and sweet.
I hover above Wizard until I can’t hold myself up anymore and then I collapse against him. We’re still kissing, but eventually even that slows. Our lips press together, our breaths mingle, skirting over each other’s mouths. I have just enough energy left to kiss Wizard on the nose and then pepper kisses along his jawline and suck his earlobe into my mouth before I fling myself to the side. I go boneless against him, liquifying with my body pressed entirely against his side. All of me is touching all of him. I don’t even know if I have the energy to pull the covers over us and he’s fading fast.
The bed is completely destroyed. I have to fish around before I find a corner of the quilt. I drag it over Wizard’s legs and waist. Most of me is exposed, but I have pajamas and I have all the warmth he’s throwing. I won’t get cold.
“Esme…”
I tilt my head up and look at Wizard, but his eyes are already closed. His thick coppery lashes rest against his cheeks, nearly brushing a few of his freckles.
I close my eyes and as I’m drifting off, I have just enough breath left to whisper out the words I really want him to hear. “Thank you for loving me all this time.”
Chapter 18
Wizard
No matter how much Esme doesn’t want to have this conversation, it’s obvious from her tense position at the beat up dining room table, that she doesn’t want to be here. She’s straight backed, palms grasping the wobbly arms of a chair that should have been thrown out or repaired ages ago.
The whole house screams that vibe. I’ve never been inside her parents’ home before. I have nothing to compare it to. When we were kids, would I have noticed the missing baseboards, the cracks in the single pane windows, the crumbling plaster in the corner of the ceiling, the peeling wallpaper, or the outdated décor? Would I have known what made a piece of furniture cheap or ugly? Probably not. But I would have paid attention to the holes in the walls. They’re everywhere. Fist height. Boot height. The varying height for hurtled objects.
Esme’s pale, but her shoulders are back and she’s determined.
We left early this morning. She was up before me, with breakfast ready and waiting. I was scared that it might be awkward this morning after what we did last night, but it wasn’t. She kissed me good morning. We ate standing up, feeding each other, nibbling at each other’s fingers. I was never all that big a fan of oranges, but I found that I really like them when they’re juicing all over her hands and down her wrists and I get to chase the sweet taste of her along with the juice.
I did laundry, then we packed up. I had to call Crow and apologize that we were bailing on them, but he didn’t seem too disappointed at having the cabin alone for himself and Tarynn. Thankfully, Raven didn’t interrupt to ask me questions and give me pointers. I likely would have withered on the spot.
I made sure all the tech was functioning properly, and then we drove back to Hart. We left our groceries for Crow and Tarynn, but we dropped Esme’s car at the compound anyway. I wanted to give her something. Okay, I wanted to give her a few things, but the thing I wanted to do most was give her a ride on my bike.
I called as we left the cabin and by the time we got back, there was a pair of boots in Esme’s size waiting for her, and we have extra brain buckets at the clubhouse. She had to wear a sweater and a rain jacket, but I’ll get her something official soon. What she had was fine for today.
