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Ignoring my question, she went right to work.
“Oh, fuck!” I moaned.
Her mouth felt as heavenly as I thought it would. She flicked her tongue across the head of my dick, swirling it around my slit. She traced a line up and down my length while paying special attention to the sensitive spots. Her fist encircled the base of my cock, and then her mouth engulfed me as she sucked me in deep, her lips making a tight seal around my hard length. When her head began bobbing up and down my dick, a raging passion ignited inside me that spread like wildfire. I closed my eyes and moaned out in pure, unadulterated bliss.
She wasn’t letting up. I buried my hands in her hair, trying to slow her down, but only ending up spurring her on. It was too much. My balls tightened and lust blazed through my veins. Pressure flooded my cock as an aching burst of need licked down my spine.
My release roared through me with the fury of a tsunami. It was so intense that I thrust even deeper inside her mouth, even as I was coming in jolt after jolt of spurting convulsions until I could barely see straight.
She pulled off my cock and then wiped the corner of her mouth with a sly smile on her face. I stood rooted to the spot, not trusting my legs to move.
She sat back on her knees and then bent her head as if listening to something. “That sounds like the golf cart. Breakfast must be here.”
I stared down at her, still too dazed to even attempt speech. She grabbed my sweatpants and worked them back up my legs and over my hips. She gave my ass a playful pat and then walked to the door. I heard the door open and then she was gone.
I needed to shake off this stupor, but I was in shock. Out of nowhere, my fantasy girl had dropped to her knees in front of me and given me the best head of my life. I’d had plenty of blowjobs before and not one had ever come close to that. It astonished me and confused me at the same time.
I shook my head to clear it as Summer came back inside the yurt with a tray of food.
She breezed through the room and placed the tray on the table. “Gary is going to give me a ride up to the hotel with the golf cart so I can meet my mom. I’ll have breakfast with her. You’re probably getting sick of me and this will give you some time alone to enjoy your breakfast. I’ll have my dad text you what time he wants to meet you in the lobby.”
My mouth dropped open. “What just happened?”
“The blowjob?” She shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s no big deal. We’re adults. I was just having fun.”
I couldn’t believe it. “You’re leaving?”
She grabbed her winter jacket off the hook near the door. “I’ll see you at dinner. Have a good time at the brewery with my father.”
Before I could say anything more, she walked out the door. She said something to Gary and giggled, and then moments later, the golf cart was pulling away.
I didn’t want to eat breakfast alone; I wanted to eat with her. The weight of her absence pressed down on me as I stared into empty space, trying to comprehend why she had left.
How could she give me the blowjob of my life and then just drop the mic and walk away like it was nothing?
Chapter 18
Summer
Ispentthedayfocused on my mother. She took pampering to an extreme by signing us up for every conceivable service. In the morning, we both got manicures and pedicures, followed by facials. I got a deep cleansing facial, and she got an anti-aging facial treatment.
After a light lunch, we spent some time in the hot tub relaxing, and then came the non-stop treatments: body exfoliations, waxing, body wraps, deep hair conditioning treatments, and make-up consultations. My mother did some of those with me and some different ones of her own.
It had been over a year since I’d spent such quality time with her, and I enjoyed our time reconnecting. We talked, gossiped, and generally had a good time. As she requested, we didn’t talk about her cancer, even though it was front and center in my mind. I could tell that not talking about it made a much more relaxing day for my mother, but after this weekend was finished, I was going to demand more information.
What wasn’t off-limits was talking about Scotty. My mother gushed about him continuously and always found a way to bring his name into the conversation. Constantly deflecting her was getting tiresome, so I kept things about him on a superficial level. I didn’t want to think too deeply about him for my own self-preservation.
As usual, I felt myself having deeper feelings for a man when I shouldn’t. This time, however, the potential heartbreak was ten times worse. Not only was I physically attracted to Scotty, but our sexual chemistry was off the charts. He knew exactly how to work my body and he wasn’t half-hearted in his efforts. I’d never had such uninhibited and satisfying sex in my life.
The difference had been eye-opening. My experience of sex with other men was akin to waving a sparkler, which fizzled out after 30 seconds. In comparison, sex with Scotty felt like the grand finale at the world’s biggest fireworks show. His good looks, personality, and prowess between the sheets were a lethal combination, and I fully understood just how at risk I was for falling for him and having my foolish heart get trampled. I had to take a step back before I got burned.
It was late afternoon when my mother finally shooed me out of her hotel room. I didn’t have much to do to get ready for dinner. At the spa, my hair had been blown out and curled into waves and my makeup had been applied by an expert, giving me a blue-gray smokey eye. It was heavier and sexier than my normal look, but it was suitable for a fancy dinner. Beyond the hair and makeup, my skin was as soft as a baby’s behind and glowed, unwanted body hairs had been removed, and my nails were mini works of art and ready to be shown off.
All I needed to do was slip on a fancy outfit, spritz on some perfume, and adorn myself with some sparkly jewelry, but Mom had ordered me to get back to the yurt and ‘spend some time with my man’.
That was the last thing I should be doing. All day, I’d been doing my best to keep him off my mind. He’d texted me throughout the day, asking me how it was going and giving me funny snippets of his day with my dad, but I refrained from answering, only texting back once with a brief ‘It’s going great’.
I was proud of myself. I wasn’t going to turn down the fireworks tonight, but I was determined to think of it merely as a sex transaction. Just like Scotty did. That way, at the end of this, I could walk away unhurt. That was the goal.
