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“Fucking hell, is that even a real question?”
When my mouth engulfed his dick, the world seemed to halt to a standstill as I focused on making him feel good. I alternated between swirling my tongue fast along the glans and then painstakingly slowly, as he rocked upward and kept softly chanting my name. My fingers gripped the base of his shaft so my mouth could bob in unison, creating a friction that made him whimper.
“Holy shit,” he said in a quiet rumble. He reached down and brushed my cheek with his knuckles, and when I looked up at him, his gaze seemed full of awe. “Now everything on my body is tingling, even the roots of my hair.”
Damn, I loved how expressive he was with me.
“Are you close?” I asked, and he nodded. “Then let go.”
I swallowed him down and redoubled my efforts, wanting to rock his world.
“Oh God, Lark,” he called out, arching his spine and spurting inside my mouth.
I tried my best to swallow all his come as I squeezed the base of my own dick to stave off coming all over myself again. Though at least this time I was in my own house.
When I looked up at Henry, his eyes were screwed shut, his lips parted, and I loved that I could give him this when he was constantly on the edge of worry about pleasing his parents.
“Fuck, that was… Thank you,” he said as his softened cock slipped from my lips. His shaky fingers brushed the hair away from my forehead, and then he leaned down to kiss me between harsh breaths. “Do you need to come?”
“So fucking much.” I sat up on my knees to pull my cock out of my sweats, already beyond reason, just wanting release.
“Let me,” he said, batting my hand away. He leaned forward to grip me firmly and began stroking.
I felt the anticipation building immediately in my groin as all my nerve endings pulsed simultaneously, making my nuts feel full and my shaft hypersensitive. “Oh shit,” I said as I erupted, spurting come into his palm and onto the floor.
I rested my cheek on his knee as I got my breaths under control, and he stroked my hair.
Finally, I stood to wet some paper towels and clean up the floor.
Once we’d wiped away all the evidence and our clothes were back in place, we relaxed on the couch with a movie, but I doubted either of us knew what it was about. When his head started bobbing, I realized how exhausted I was too. Just five minutes. I’d shut my eyes for five minutes, then tell him he needed to go.
Before I knew it, we were being woken up by a soft hand and a familiar voice. “Lark, honey. It’s late.”
I blinked open my eyes and felt the weight of Henry’s head on my shoulder. “Oh shoot, you’re right.”
Henry stiffened beside me, no doubt regretting falling asleep. “I’m sorry, I meant to take off.”
“I didn’t know you were having company,” Mom said in a singsong voice.
“Neither did I. It just…happened,” I replied, trying to clear my groggy thoughts.
Henry’s face flushed, and he looked away.
“Well, it’s nice to see you, Henry.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” He stood and stretched, his clothes a bit crumpled, as were mine. I hoped Mom wouldn’t get the wrong idea. “I should get going.”
“Why not eat a doughnut first?” Mom held up a white paper bag. “I brought them warm from work.”
Mom always surprised us with sweets on the weekends—cupcakes, pie, doughnuts, you name it. They were made by a local baker, delivered to the diner the night before, to be served first thing in the morning, and always delicious. When she opened the bag, I nearly drooled as the scent of sugar wafted through the room.
Obviously, Henry enjoyed it too because his stomach growled on cue.
Mom laughed as she drew out a classic glazed. “Someone wants sweets.”
“Well, if you insist,” he replied, accepting the offering. “Where do you work?”
She pointed to the Shorty’s Diner logo on her shirt.
