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“Rhythm, Livi. Steady rhythm, like I’m fucking your face.”
Okay, rhythm, check. Wait, should I count or something, so I keep it even?
Pickles, this is a lot to take in, I think as I continue to nod at him.
“Use your hands, too. Stroke me, pull on my balls.”
Hands! I can use my hands. Now I can do this.
Without another word, I wrap my hand around his shaft and begin stroking him as I swirl my tongue around the head of his penis. Hendrix watches me, before finally relaxing, while I create a steady rhythm of stroking, licking, sucking, and tugging on his balls. The more I do it, the more confident I become and the more I relax.
I taste the salt of his pre-cum, and it makes me wild. I twist my wrist as I stroke him, and I suck harder. His balls tighten, his abs flex, and then he fills my mouth with his warm release.
I shake my butt in my success at getting my man off. I swallow it all down and feel proud of my accomplishment. Too bad I have my period, because this seriously has me turned on. I am so going to suck him more often.
I am putting it away and zipping his pants when his hands come to each side of my face, and he pulls me to him.
“Never cease to amaze me,” he says before he kisses me. I wonder if he knows I have those panties already.
Afterward, we snuggle down and take a short nap before getting up to go out to dinner.
We are both snacking on our appetizer when Hendrix gives me a little of his conversation with my dad.
“Did your mom and dad have a relationship?”
I snort. “Not in the least. I am the product of a one night stand. My dad was at a convention for his job, and my mom worked at the hotel he was staying at. He invited her for drinks. She was underage, but she didn’t want him to know she was only eighteen, not twenty-one.” I laugh as I think of the many times my mom has told me about the night I was conceived. “He was twenty-five and thought she was, too. They had dinner, a few too many drinks, and a good time. Thankfully, they exchanged numbers, because, a few weeks later, Mom had to tell him the news.
“Since they didn’t know each other, he wanted a paternity test, even though my mom knew for sure. He has always sent child support, and when I got old enough, I would visit for the holidays and summers because they are too far apart for regular visitation.”
“Seems like he holds a little more for her than a one night stand in the little time I had with him today. He respects your mom.” Hendrix raises an eyebrow at me.
I laugh. “Let’s say my mom is ‘stronger than most.’ Over the years, they maintained a friendship to openly talk about me. They didn’t get bitter until I wanted to stop visiting. I didn’t tell my mom what happened. I think they both felt I was trying to rebel or something. Either way, my mom backed me and my decisions. My dad felt like he was losing out, but step-monster Victoria didn’t want me there anyway, so Dad didn’t fight too hard.”
Our food comes, and it’s a momentary distraction from all the talk of my parents’ history.
“I know this has all been overwhelming. Have you thought about your dad and the future?” Hendrix asks sincerely.
“Yeah, I spoke with the doctors today about his long-term care once he is stable. They have to get the strokes under control. He is partially paralyzed, and they aren’t sure he will regain any of it.” Sadness consumes me, and I put my fork down.
My dad is divorced from Victoria, so who will take care of him? Although I tried not to think about all of this when the doctor was discussing rehabilitation and long-term facilities, Detroit is a long way from his home here. My dad has the money to go into an upper-class home. I don’t know how often I could visit, though.
“What do you want for your relationship with him?” Hendrix asks as he reaches out and squeezes my hand.
“I’m not sure, but I don’t want to be cut off from him anymore. I know that much.”
“We’ll take it one day at a time, then. Sort the shit as it happens.”
I smile at his confidence and try to eat a little more.
“While we’re here … do you believe Bryce; that he wasn’t in Detroit?”
“I believe him. I was feeling alone. I was feeling raw from everything. It was dark, I heard something, and I let my mind get the best of me.”
“All right, I got it. Next time you feel something like that, you come to me. Bottom line, I walk you to your car from now on.”
