He manages, however, and then he settles himself beside me, staring up at the stars the way I do.
As I start to draw, he asks questions about the constellations, so I tell him what we’re seeing. Then I tell him the stories as I draw. We stay out there for almost an hour before a sound from inside reminds me that Cade isn’t allowed to stay all night.
“Guess it’s time for me to get going,” he says, clearly reading my mind.
“Yeah. I’ve had a good time though. Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For making me feel better.”
He shrugs off the thanks, but he’s smiling sheepishly down at the roof tiles as he climbs back in the window.
He puts his shoes and socks back on and then digs into his pack.
“I don’t need a tip tonight,” I tell him, realizing what he’s doing. “I didn’t do any work.”
“I got something for you anyway. You can call it a gift.” He pulls out a stack of notepads still bundled together in shrink-wrap.
I gasp when I see them, raising a hand to cover my mouth.
“This was the best I could find on short notice, but I’ll keep my eye out for real sketchpads. But you can work on these, can’t you? Even though they have lines on them?”
“Of course I can. Thank you so much!” My voice squeaks slightly. “I can’t believe you?—”
Shit, that emotion is rising up to my throat again.
“It wasn’t any trouble, and you said you needed more. I’ll keep looking for something better, but for now… here.” He thrusts me the bundle of pads.
I accept them with trembling hands. “Th-thank you. So much.”
“You’re welcome.” He looks as self-conscious as I feel.
He clears his throat. I squirm slightly. Then he finally huffs out, “See you tomorrow,” before he leaves the room.
6
The next evening,I’ve got Cade’s cock in my mouth.
He’s stretched out on the bed completely naked, and I’m positioned between his legs in a slightly awkward position, leaning down so my mouth can get down to his groin.
It’s stretching my back and compressing my belly, but I don’t really care. I’m moving over him eagerly, sucking and bobbing my head. I initially planned to give him a little treat to get us started, but his enthusiastic responsiveness is getting me going.
He’s moaning and arching and giving little thrusts of his hips up into my mouth, and he’s got my head in both hands to guide my motion as if he simply can’t help it.
Don’t ask me why it thrills me so much. Any other man gets remotely pushy during a fuck, and I’d be using every trick in my repertoire to make him finish as quickly as possible.
But Cade isn’t being aggressive. It’s more like an intimate entitlement.
As if he knows he’s allowed to act like that in bed with me.
It’s really turning me on.
Cade makes sure I come every single time we fuck, but it’s always rubbing my clit at the end. I don’t care at all. It’sincredibly generous of him to care about my pleasure in this situation. I’ve had guys expect me to come because they wrongly believe themselves to be such great lovers, so I always fake it with them. But Cade doesn’t expect anything from me. He just doesn’t want it to be entirely one-sided.
But tonight I’m getting so into things that my pussy is wet, and it’s clenching around nothing every time I bring his cock deeper into my mouth. It’s not going to take much for me to come. I’m tempted to sneak my hand between my legs and take care of it myself.
Cade enjoys watching me come, however, and he’s too distracted to pay attention right now. So I make a whimpering sound around his cock and try to focus through the building arousal.
