Page 122 of Goodbye Note

“Does that mean I should stop?”

“Not on your life!” His hands were all over me. My head, my neck, my hair, everywhere he could reach. “Nothing in the world should feel this good. Christ, and that doesn’t even begin to describe how hot you look there.”

“Have you imagined it?” I spit on his cock and spread it with my fingers.

“Maybe once or twice, but it’s nowhere near close to this.” He made a strangled gasp when I took him into my mouth again while rolling my palm up his shaft. “My Stardust.”

I couldn’t take him into my throat like he did to me, but I worked him up nice and slow and then sped up. A moan broke in his chest, encouraging me. His pulse hammered under my tongue, throbbing through his cock. I’d never wanted anything as badly than to make him come just like this. Hands tangled in my hair. Eyes on my lips.

He surged forward, forcing more of his cock into my throat. I swallowed, barely holding off my gag reflex. His bucks became erratic, aggressive, seeking, and finally, he exploded.

I lost myself in the sensation, entirely enveloped in Varian’s orgasm. His pleasure flooding my system.

“You are exquisite.”

“Now you’re talking nonsense.” I kissed the inside of his thigh.

“How could I make any sense? There’s no oxygen left in my lungs, no blood left in my veins. I think you sucked it all through my cock.”

He slept, but my brain wouldn’t let me.

In the hours my mind wasn’t fixated on Varian, it spun through the hundred things I had to be anxious about. Top of the list was talking to my parents.

When he began to stir again, I rocked my hips into his side.

“Again? We’ve hardly slept.”

I lifted my shoulders. “I can’t help it.”

“I think I need to close my eyes for a few before round three.”

“You sleep. I’m going to make coffee.”

“Don’t go. You need sleep too.”

“I can’t. I’ve tried.”

“Can I convince you?”

“How?” I asked.

Varian wrapped himself around me in a very convincing argument to stay, and I did until he snored softly. I kissed his temple and found my sweats. My boxers were lost in the tangle of the sheets, and I didn’t want to disturb him.

After carefully pulling them on, I climbed out of the bunk, blinking past the bright light. I held up my hand, shielding my eyes enough to get used to it.

I found coffee already made and looked around, finding Ser tucked into one of the booth seats. “Morning.”

“Morning.”

I looked at my wrist, but I’d taken my watch off. “Early for you to be up.”

“We stopped moving, and I can’t sleep without the sway of the bus.”

I laughed and slid into the bench across from him. “I’m shocked we’re here already.”

“Wasn’t too long a drive. Only like six hours.”

I yawned, lifting my arms above my head to stretch. “Fuck, I’m cramped.”

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