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I laugh. “No. Not at all.”

“You didn’t plan on staring up at the stars?”

“I guess I did, but I always keep it clean. And I didn’t plan on getting naked.”

“No? Did you think it would be a nice bonus?”

“I try not to think about that,” I say honestly. “Most of the time I fail, I add on a mutter.”

She grins at me before taking the blanket and throwing it behind me. She sweeps her knee back over and crawls to straighten it out, her hips and round ass perfectly display in the air.

Fuccccckkkkk. My balls are so swollen that they might literally be the size of grapefruits. I should probably protest about her taking me out and putting her mouth anywhere near me. I’ll probably come with the fore of a firehose.

She turns around right as a wobbly smile probably makes me seem like a total idiot, but when she sees it, her eyes light up all over again and she answers with a smile of her own.

“You’re so beautiful, Cruz. You’re attractive and masculine for sure, but that’s without knowing you. You’re so… nice. Surprisingly so. But you’re also weird. I really like that. I think weirdness is a very underappreciated trait in a person.”

“I prefer to think of it as unique.”

She pats the blanket, her smile growing. “Unique. Yes. That’s a better way of saying it.”

As soon as I position myself on the blanket Sloane scrambles on top of me. She undoes her coat and shrugs off of it, handing it to me. “Use it for your head.”

“Oh. I’m fine. I don’t need—”

“I’m overheating and I don’t need it.”

“I’m overheating too,” I confess.

She bites her bottom lip and unzips my jacket for me. “Is that better?”

The cool air rushes in, hitting all the sweat soaked parts of me. It feels like heaven. I’m not sure that it smells that way, but I can’t do anything about that.

Sloane perches over me, her knees at either side of my thighs. “Can I unzip your jeans?”

“If you want.”

“Oh, I want.”

“Okay. Lie back then.” Her hand splays in the center of my chest and guides me down. “Are you okay?” She looms over me, head bent, the big bow flopping to the back of her head and her ponytail flipping over. “You’re not too cold, or the—your back isn’t hurting from the metal? Are you comfortable?” She catches herself and huffs. “Sorry. You can take the mom out of the house, but you can’t take the mom out of me.” She peeks up at me shyly. “I know that’s not how that saying goes.”

She doesn’t frantically tear my zipper open, but I can feel how badly she wants this. That’s probably not the only reason that she’s shaking. She takes all the time in the world undoing the button of my jeans. She works them open almost in slow motion.

“I like that you check in with me. It’s nice.”

She pauses and for a horrible span of time, I’m worried that I’ve said the wrong thing, but then she sighs and her eyes flick up to my face. “I understand that.”

She reaches inside my jeans and palms my cock over my boxers. The heat of her hand scorches me through the fabric, so much hotter than the cool air around us. I groan, curling into her touch. I reach down and set my hand on the crown of her head, hoping that I don’t mess her hair up, but needing the contact.

I love having her hands on me. Anywhere, but my dick obviously and especially loves the attention. My heart kicks into redlining when she parts my boxers and takes me out. She wraps her hand around the base of me. I’m a thousand degrees and the night air isn’t, so the slick precum gliding down my head immediately feels like ice. Her hand slowly travels from the bottom all the way to the top of my cock, gathering up that slick liquid and using it to lubricate her hand as she circles my swollen cockhead.

She strokes me a few times from the base of me back to my tip, then stops. She looks down at me apprehensively. “Am I doing this right?”

“Yes! Any way you want to touch me is perfect.”

“Perfect?” she scoffs. “I doubt that.”

“Perfect for me then.” I curl my hands in the blanket, grasping all that careful work that I did. “I’m trying to hold it together, Sloane. That’s all.”