“Has anyone ever given you head?”
Head? Yes, please. I swallow noticeably past the lump in my throat. “N-no.” I stutter, shaking my head. “Never.”
“Good.” Juliet rises, stepping between my legs, before lowering to her knees. “I want to be your first.” Her fingernail teases my stomach above the waistband of my board shorts. “Can I be the first person to taste your come, Emmett?”
My nostrils flare as I do my best not to blow just from the thought of her sucking me off. “Yes,” I croak.
Her smile is pure sin as she undoes the tie on my bathing suit. I raise my hips from the seat, and she tugs them down until I kick them off.
“Wow, you are a man,” she purrs, wrapping her hand around my shaft, stroking up and down. Her head drops forward, and I inhale raggedly with anticipation. She rubs one cheek along the length and then turns to repeat the motion with the other.
My fingers clutch her head, burying in her hair. “Please. Suck me,” I practically beg, but I don’t care. I’m past reason—lost in a haze of lust.
“Let go,” she orders, raising her head. “Hold on to the chair arms and don’t move.” Releasing my grip on her hair, I do as she says. At this point, I’m so on edge, I’ll do anything she wants. “Good boys get rewarded. You listened so well, and I’m going to make you come so hard.”
“Please,” I groan, my hands clenched around the metal. Every muscle in my body is taut, as if I’m prepared for battle.
Juliet’s head drops to my lap, her light brown strands teasing my skin. I feel her warm breath wafting over me and then her hot, wet tongue licks from the base of my cock all the way up until she swallows the tip with her plump lips. Her tongue swirls around the head and then she slides all the way down.
“Oh fuck.” She grips my cock, squeezing it tight in her fist and begins to bob up and down. “Yes, don’t stop.” My knuckles must be white, I’m gripping the chair so hard, but I can’t take my eyes off Juliet. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced—ever seen. Watching her devour my cock has me ready to explode. I’m so close.
Beep, beep, beep. My eyes shoot open at the racket of my alarm going off. I smash my hand down on the device to silence it and exhale long and slowly. I want to throw it across the room for ruining the best dream I’ve ever had.
Damn. I rake my sweat-dampened hair back from my forehead and groan with frustration. It was only a dream. Fisting my aching cock, I close my eyes and imagine the rest of the dream.
Juliet moves faster, bobbing up and down my length, her hand working me over too. Knuckles white, I clutch the chair arms and drop my head back. I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.
“Give it to me,” she urges and then suctions her mouth over my cock once more. My hips raise as she takes me all the way in. My orgasm slams into me and jets from my cock, with Juliet swallowing every pulse of come down. She gives a long, final lick up my shaft and over the head before releasing me.
Chest heaving, my eyes open and reality hits. Not even the explosive orgasm I had can take away the disappointment that I’m in my bed alone.
Chapter Six
Emmett
“Good morning,” my mom calls out as I enter the kitchen.
“Morning,” I mumble. Even after my shower, I’m still not fully awake.
“Have a seat. I’ve got pancakes and bacon. They should help wake you up.”
“Mom, you’re a lifesaver. I need to go for a run this morning and I wasn’t sure if I’d have the energy.”
“Well, now you will.” She sets a plate of fluffy pancakes down in front of me. The edges are perfectly crisped and the puddle of melted butter in the center makes me eager to dive in.
Pouring syrup over the stack, I ask, “Where’s Dad?”
“He had to leave early for work.” She sets a glass of milk in front of me.
“Thanks, Mom.” I take a sip.
“Don’t forget, your dad and I will be gone tonight through the weekend,” she reminds me.
“Good thing you said that because I’d forgotten. I’d probably be wondering where you guys were.” I laugh.
She shakes her head. “This is the third time I’ve told you. Are you sure you’ll remember?”
“Yeah. Third time’s the charm.” I smile at her.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“Pennsylvania to visit Auntie Mary and Uncle Bobby.”
“I’m not invited?” I ask, pretending I care. When in reality, I’m looking forward to having the house to myself.
“Not this time.”
I send her a skeptical glare. “Don’t worry, I don’t want to come. But you can’t pretend that I’m some third wheel who you guys drag around with you. I’ve stayed home every time you’ve gone away since I turned sixteen. And I’m pretty sure seventeen is the legal age to leave a kid home.”
“Like you wanted to come.” My mom arches one eyebrow.
“I never said I did. I was merely pointing out a fact.”
“That we’re bad parents?” she retorts.
“That’s impossible. I’m the perfect son,” I jest.
“Speaking of being perfect, no parties while we’re gone,” she tells me.
“When have I had a party when you’ve been out of town?”
“Last year,” she reminds me.
“Oh, yeah. How did I forget about that?”
“Don’t do it again.”
“Mom, no worries. I’m looking forward to peace and quiet. You and Dad make so much noise.”
Mom snorts. “We’re hardly home as it is.”
“You work too much,” I tell her.
“Your father and I need to put as much money away for retirement as we can.”
“If you work yourself to death, it won’t do you any good,” I droll.
“Hopefully, that’s not the case.”
Rising, I take my dishes to the sink, rinsing them before placing them in the dishwasher. “I’m gonna go digest and then take a run.”
“Okay.”
“It’s been nice talking with you, Mom. I’ve missed your pancakes.”
“It has. I’ve missed your handsome face. I know your dad and I aren’t the most affectionate parents.” That’s an understatement. “But we love you and we’re proud of you.”
“I love you too.”
Pizza boxes in hand, I ring Juliet’s doorbell. I hear her approach and try to calm my already racing heart. Opening the door, she beams when she sees me. Talk about making me feel fantastic. It’s a powerful feeling knowing I’m the reason she’s happy right now.
“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you,” she says.
“Is this a bad time?” I ask.
“No. Is that pizza for me?” She rubs her hands together.
“That depends on whether you invite me in or not.”
“Would you like to enter my humble abode?” She sweeps her arm out, gesturing for me to come inside.
“Don’t mind if I do.” I haven’t been in here since she first moved in. My eyes scan everything I can as I follow Juliet. “This place looks great.”