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He doesn’t smell like the ocean anymore.
But he still smells like mine.
And now that the words are out there—these feelings I’ve kept trapped in my heart, my bones, my skin…foryears…
I realize there was never any choice.
I’m keeping this boy. This man. My hurricane.
For as long as he’ll have me, I’ll keep him.
I just need to figure out a way to keep themboth.
CHAPTERFORTY
SKYLER
Iwake up on Christmas morning with a hot mouth wrapped around my cock.
Nolan’s slithered his way down to the foot of the bed, where he has his strong, muscular arms wrapped around my legs, his face buried in my groin.
Humming sleepily, I thrust into his mouth, feeling myself grow thick against his tongue.
His groans vibrate around me, telling me he feels it too, and it spurs him to suck harder, until I’m filling his mouth so completely, it’s a wonder he doesn’t choke.
A hand palms my ass, holding me there, so I grind my hips, just basking in the sweltering heat enveloping me. Wetness dribbles down my balls and I shudder, turning my face into the pillow, mouthing and biting at the fabric.
This isn’t the first time I’ve woken up like this, with him sucking me to hardness. He did it on the island too when we napped sometimes.
Of course, he asked me if it was okay first—to touch and suck me in my sleep.
I remember how flushed and out of sorts the question made me. So much so I struggled for a good minute before I could form an answer. Well, a verbal one. My body gave me away first, as usual, but still, he waited for me to find my words.
And the first thing I said wasn’t aHell yes,like my body practically screamed…
ButWhy?
And I remember how he fisted my length, leaned up and growled into my chin.“Because I love this cock. Soft, hard, messy. You name it.”Leaning back, he had wet his lips, and dropped those hooded eyes to my lips.“What can I say? I wanna taste it and feel it in every way. And the idea of you waking up to my mouth on you, feeling your silky skin strain and stretch as you harden against my tongue…”
Nolan pulls off, the wet, messy sound of it filling the room obscenely, yanking me from the memory. He sighs roughly. “Fuck, I’ll never get over how hot that is.” He swipes his thumb over my crown, and then crawls up my body.
Turning my head, I open my mouth on instinct, and he slips his thumb in my mouth, smudging my pre-cum over my tongue.
His lips press to my forehead in a rough, messy kiss, and I feel the gentle flare of his nose—his soft pants. “That’s all mine, isn’t it? All for me.”
I nod, sucking the calloused tip of his thumb.
He pulls back and replaces it with his tongue, curling it around mine.
Our teeth knock, our lips bump.
It’s a messy, ugly kiss…
One that reminds me—
I pull back, smacking his shoulder at the same time I smack a hand over my mouth.
“Baby, you brushed your teeth…” He cranes his head to look over at the digital clock on his nightstand. “Not even three hours ago. And you brushed them three times.”
