Without any warning or second thought, his hot mouth engulfs my cock, hollowing his cheeks and sucking with fervor. The moans coming out of him vibrate through my body, zapping pleasure right to my balls. His hand comes up and firmly strokes the base of my dick as his mouth continues to devour the rest.
My mind can’t think of anything at all except his mouth and the way it’s making me feel. Spit is dripping down his chin, the slurping sounds are obscene and so fucking sexy, and I don’t think I’ve ever received a more eager blow job than this one.
All too soon, pressure builds in my lower spine and works its way up into my balls, tightening them up.
“Shit, gonna come.” There is no slowing down. If anything, his hand and mouth speed up and my release detonates, exploding down his throat as my back arches, body trembles, and the most embarrassing noises escape me.
He just sucked the soul out of my fucking body.
I’m boneless.
A pool of Jell-O.
Inhaling, or basically gasping, in large gulps of air, I try to catch my breath and steady my heart rate. “What the fuck, Anderson. That was the best goddamn blow job I’ve ever received.”
When I look down at him, he laughs nervously as a beautiful shade of red blooms on his cheeks. Shy Anderson is probably the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while his gaze zeros in on my crotch.
“Uh, see something you like?”
“How did I not know you had a birthmark right there?” He points to the birthmark on my groin, running his finger over it gently.
“Well, probably because both times you’ve seen me naked from the waist down, it was dark.”
“Guess you’re right. Kinda looks like a heart.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
Making quick work of getting ourselves dressed again, we head back downstairs, where dinner is almost ready. Aston and Knox are tossing the football back and forth in the backyard while Mrs. Walker is setting the table.
“Would you like some help with that?” I ask, walking up to her.
“Oh, no, dear. Go grab something to drink. We’ll eat in a minute. Thank you, though.”
Heading to the fridge, I grab two cans of Coke—one for me, one for Anderson—and make my way back to the table, setting them down. Mr. Walker has just brought the grilled burgers over, and they smell fucking divine.
My stomach grumbles loudly, and I’m surprised I have an appetite after the pill I snorted earlier and the one I swallowed before coming here.
We all dish up and start eating while making easy conversation. My burger has bacon—extra crispy—with sharp cheddar cheese, and I got potato salad, baked beans, and some chips on the side. Once we’re all done, Aston and Knox clean up the kitchen while the rest of us sit by the fire.
It’s close to midnight by the time I decide to leave, and Anderson walks me out. Mr. and Mrs. Walker have long since gone to bed, and Knox and Aston having retired to their room, too. They’re all going to visit their family in Texas tomorrow morning, so they’ll be gone for a week. I feel gutted that I have to go another week without seeing him again.
We get to my car, and I open the driver’s side door, but don’t get in yet. Turning my body to face him, he’s standing so close, his breath fans my face, and I can taste the minty gum he’s chewing.
Neither of us speak for several moments. My body heats up by the weight of his stare, and when he reaches out and takes my hand in his, I bite down on my bottom lip to fight the smile threatening to take over my face. He’s always made me feel safe, and whole, andenough. But now he’s making me feel things I’m not used to feeling too, and it scares me just as much as it excites me.
“I’m gonna miss you,” he admits, barely above a whisper.
“Me too.”
“We can FaceTime while I’m there at night or in the morning before we’re with family.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“What are you gonna do this week?”
“I don’t know yet. My parents are supposed to come home, so maybe something with them, but you know how that goes.”
He leans in, closing the short distance between us, kissing me gently. His lips are so soft, and when my mouth opens and lets him inside, his tongue tangles with mine possessively. The once gentle kiss quickly turns heated, his hand leaving mine and gripping my hips, bringing us flush.