He’s close. I know that almost instinctively from the shallowness of his breath, the tangling of his fingers in my hair.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever encountered, bar none. This man is putty in my hands — mouth — whispering things to me, ready to explode because of me and me alone.
“I’m close,” he says. “I’m so close.”
His words drive me crazy, and I’m so turned on by the knowledge of what I’m doing to him that I feel like I desperately need his mouth on me all over again.
I only go deeper, upping the suction on his cock, loving the taste as he runs his hands over my skin, groans my name, and fills my mouth.
I feel his come running down my throat, hot and salty, and I lick him clean. I still want him, still need him. The feeling has only grown, not dissipated at all. He’s staring down at me, stroking my hair, looking at me like I’m the only other person on Earth.
“Hattie, have you ever dreamed about making love under the stars?”
I consider his question a bit… because of course I have, but how could he have possibly known that? It’s a wish I’ve had that I’ve never thought to share with anyone. I’ve never had the opportunity to share it with anyone. I’m thrilled at the thought that he might share some of my innermost wants. And that he’s willing to say them out loud.
It’s late, and dark outside, and the thought of the cool night air on my hot skin sounds incredible. I bite my lip instead of answering, and he understands. The nighttime must be so fresh, so crisp, so amazing all the way out here. Away from the city, the sirens, the shouting, the light pollution. Out here, it would really just be us, the heat of our skin, and the light of the stars.
“That sounds perfect,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He takes my hips in his huge hands and lifts me to my feet, looking my naked body up and down. I’ve never seen such a huge, hard cock in my life, and I resist the urge to grab him and taste him again as he leads me quietly up the stairs to the roof of his beautiful cabin.
The night breeze feels exactly as I imagined, except it’s a couple of degrees colder. Holt notices me wrapping my arms around myself and he comes in close, curving an arm around my waist and instantly making my skin flush red.
The combination of his touch and the cool air has my nipples rock hard and sensitive, and when Holt’s fingers brush against my breasts, a shiver runs through my body.
In front of us on the roof is a little hideaway. A telescope, a futon, and a canvas roof to shelter us from wind strung up with fairy lights, which he reaches over to switch on. Giving me a full-on view of his toned ass.
Soon we’re snuggled up in the hideaway, a blanket thrown over us, and I nuzzle into his neck as he points out the stars above.
“You see that bright one?” he asks, and though my eyes are heavy with comfort, I follow his finger and nod. “And the two on either side. That’s Orion’s Belt.”
“And that one?” I ask. “Is that the North Star?”
He chuckles. “It is. You can almost always see it if the night is clear.”
“I’ve never seen it,” I say. “I hardly ever saw stars in LA.” I smile, feeling the weight of his arms around me. “This is exactly what I’ve been wishing for.”
He buries his face in my hair for a moment, kissing me. “I’m glad,” he says.
I bite my lip, afraid of smiling so wide I’ll look crazy. But I’m glad too. I’m more than glad.
This is bliss.
Seven
Holt
Her lips are so perfect, so red and soft. I have to cup her cheeks in my hands and lift her face to meet mine. Over and over again. I don’t know how much time I have with this beauty, but I plan on making the most of it.
My cock is already hard again — already aching for her. I wasn’t kidding around when I said I wanted her under the stars. But I also wasn’t kidding around when I said that this stuff, for me, isn’t casual.
I don’t care if it’s sappy. I don’t care how much the other guys in town tease me for it — when I find the right woman, I’ve always said I’m going to lock it down and do this thing for real.
It stings a hell of a lot to think about the fact that Hattie is going to head home soon. Back to that world, that life. The one that broke her down and made her cry in a stranger’s house today. But I don’t think there’s anything I could or should do to stop her if she’s made up her mind.