“If that’s how you react to my tongue this isn’t going to last long.”
When he looks down, his eyes are on fire. “Seph, it’s a battle not to come just looking at you. That tongue is my undoing.”
My stomach flips, and I focus on his cock again. I can’t let him know just how much I want to be his undoing. I lick across his skin again, harder this time. Under the tip and then over. Down his shaft, tracing the hard lines of his cock and savoring the soft feeling of his skin, of the taste that brings back memories in vivid color. Stronger than I thought they would be.
Eric groans, and I take that as a sign. I slip my mouth over the tip of his cock, sucking with just my lips. Little flicks of my tongue under his head make the muscles in his stomach jump. I’ve learned some tricks over the last six years. Tricks I’m going to take full advantage of.
I sink down further onto his shaft. Eric swears under his breath, and a hand lands in my hair, gripping it. Not hard, just pure need and desperation. Just how much bigger he is is obvious right now. He’s filling my mouth, and my lips are stretched when I’ve only taken half of his cock.
Wrapping my fingers around his base, I start moving, taking him in a rhythm that I hope he loves. Fast in and slow out, sucking as hard as I can manage and never breaking it. I can tell he’s trying not to move, because his hips are thrusting toward me every time I swallow him down but he’s holding back.
There will be another time when I tell him not to hold back. But this time is mine. This time I want to take him to the brink with me. I hum around his shaft, and Eric’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Wait,” he gasps, duding me off his cock. “Wait.”
I blink up at him, the question in my eyes.
“I was going to come,” he says.
I smirk. “Is that a bad thing? That was kind of the goal.”
“I want to be inside you.”
“And I want to taste your cum,” I say, reaching for him again.
“Fuck, Seph,” he says, hauling me to my feet and into his arms. We’re at his bed in seconds, and I’m pushed over it, bent so my ass is against him. I barely have time to hear the crinkle of the condom before he’s in me again, pressing me down into the bed. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he growls, mouth against the back of my neck.
I gasp when he thrusts in to the hilt, mind going blank with that feeling of perfect fullness. “I feel cheated,” I manage to say, my voice completely breathless and ineffective. “I wanted you to come.”
“I’m going to come,” he says. “Faster than I’d like.”
“You owe me,” I say. My voice slides into a moan but I force the words out, fully aware that they’re turning me on just as much as they are him. “I want to take all of you and taste you down my throat. I want you to fill my mouth up until it’s spilling out.”
Eric groans, thrusting harder. Faster. Pushing his hands down my spine, I’m locked against the bed as he fucks me. All the way inside me, so deep that I’m seeing stars with every movement, the friction showering pleasure down on me like rain.
I’m the one who’s going to come now. It’s inevitable. My hands are fisted in the sheets and it feels like I’m barely hanging on even though I’m solidly on the bed. Eric knocks my legs further apart with his own, managing to go even deeper than before. I’m moaning into the comforter, the muffled sound even more erotic than my echoing cries of earlier.
The pleasure is building, and I can’t fight it. All I can do is feel. Eric presses the length of his body against mine, hips still working me with long strokes as he slips his hand under my hips and seeks out my clit. I’m slick with my own wetness, and his fingers slipping across my clit send me over the edge.
I yell into the blanket, orgasm roaring through me. Sex has never felt like this. And I know deep in my gut that it’s not just the sex, it’s because it’s him.
Eric grabs my hands where they’re tangled in his blankets, holding on as he comes too, groaning into my neck. His cock jerks inside me. It sets off a whole new wave of pleasure. A wave that I sink beneath and I’m happy never to come back up from.
We come to stillness together, and there’s comfort in relaxing with someone like this. Connected as deeply as we are. There’s a deep, carnal part of me that never wants to move again.
Eric is the first one to move. He slips out of me, disappearing for a moment before returning and once again picking me up. This time to lie me down on the bed properly and rest beside me. He pulls me close, and I feel…settled. At ease. The explosion between us happened, and so far, nothing bad has happened.
That doesn’t mean it won’t, but for this moment I want to pretend that everything is fine and that we didn’t just make a mistake. Nothing in my body holds any regret for what just happened, and so I push my thoughts aside. “I don’t want to leave,” I say, letting myself relax.
“You don’t have to.”
“Lifeguarding,” I say.
Eric laughs, the vibration soothing. “You’ve still got a couple of hours.”
I sink down into a place of peace and stillness. Not quite sleep, but almost. With Eric’s hand drawing patterns on my spine, I let myself truly rest for the first time in a long time.
10
Eric
Present
Holding Seph while she’s sleeping is as perfect as I hoped it would be. I don’t even know how long she’s been drifting, but I don’t care. I’ll hold her however long she likes. I meant what I said earlier. If we need more time, I can make us more time. If that’s what it takes to show her that this is what she needs, then I’ll do it. The raw, brutal part of me wants to lock us in this cabin together and do nothing but fuck until she can admit that she wants me every bit as much as I’ve wanted her all these years.
Not realistic, but I’m still tempted. I have responsibilities in this job, but this—this is even bigger than that. This is a second chance, even if she’s not sure of that yet. When she opens her eyes, it’s going to be the real world again, and I’m going to have to convince her that this wasn’t a mistake.
It’s not. I know it so deep in my gut that I can’t question it. But there’s also a lot that we have to talk about. Like Leena. We’re going to have to be okay with that, and because we’re not teenagers anymore it might not be the easiest conversation. But not right now. For the moment I’m content simply to hold her and to pretend that the rest of world and responsibilities and exes and the camp outside do not exist. Pretend that the only thing that that matters is the feeling of her skin under mine and the sound of her pleasure under my hands.
Somewhere behind me my phone vibrates. I think it’s in my pants on the floor. A phone call and not a text. If someone really needs me and they can’t find me on the phone they’ll knock on the door. It’s the first day of camp. No one can have an emergency that bad already. Right?
Thankfully the phone doesn’t vibrate again, and I let myself drift while still holding her. But even half asleep I can’t seem to make myself stop moving my hands across her skin. Little movements of my fingers that convince me that we’re here and that this is actually real.