Page 81 of Someone You Deserve

“Fuck, Astrid.”

I stroke him through his jeans, hard and straining against the denim while our eyes remain locked on one another. Before he says another word, I push him back on the bed, crawl over his legs, and pop the button on his pants, shoving them down his hips along with his briefs so his cock bobs up, long and proud.

God, I love his cock.

As I get in position, Penn lifts his head from the bed and watches me. “Astrid…” he groans when my tongue circles the head of his dick. “Fuck. So good, baby.” I take him in deeper and he lets out a groan that makes goosebumps spread over my body. “So fucking good.”

My mouth slides down his length as far as I can go. I suck, lick, and stroke him while listening for his cues. Heavy breathing fills the room as he buries his hand in my hair. “Jesus. Yeah, keep doing that,” he says when I flick the underside of his head with my tongue over and over and then take him in my mouth again. “Ah, fuck. I’m almost there.” He taps on my cheek. “Astrid, I’m gonna…”

Nodding, I give him permission to lose it. I’ve never swallowed in my life, but with Penn, I want to. I want to watch him fall apart for me and feel it for myself.

“Shit. I’m coming,” he says, and with our eyes locked, his cum fills my mouth. I swallow it as fast as I can, making sure he rides out his release.

When he’s done, I swallow and then crawl up his body, resting my head on his chest as his hands stroke my back. “Jesus, Astrid. I think I blacked out there for a minute.”

A giggle escapes my lips but then he pulls me up further and kisses me softly, turning me to my back again. After a few moments, we dress again—me in my pajamas this time—and I lie next to him and curl into his chest, breathing him in, enjoying the warmth of his body.

It’s been so long since I’ve had someone in bed with me, holding me, cherishing me. And the fact that it’s Penn takes the entire experience to another level. With our arms wrapped around each other, we lie there in silence and within minutes, I hear Penn’s breathing grow steadier. I lift my head and look down at him, finding him fast asleep.

I should wake him. He can’t stay the night, but he obviously needs rest. So I lie back down, watch him sleep, stroke his chest with my hand, and curl into his warmth, vowing to wake him up in an hour.

Only an hour turns into seven, and the sound of my daughter’s voice wakes us both up in a panic.

“Uncle Penn?”

My eyes shoot open, and then my body follows as I launch myself up from the bed. Penn stirs next to me, but I put my hand on his stomach to keep him flat on the mattress.

“Lilly? What are you doing up?”

“The sky’s awake,” she says, quoting Frozen. “Why is Uncle Penn in your bed?”

Sweat instantly builds and slides down my spine.Oh my God. How do I handle this?

“I had a sleepover,” Penn says groggily as he slowly sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes. Thank God he put his shirt back on last night. “Your mommy knew I was too tired to drive, so she let me stay the night.”

She tilts her head at us in contemplation, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds before she calls bullshit. But she stuns us both and says, “Can I have breakfast?”

I let out the breath I was holding. “Yeah, baby. I’ll be in the kitchen in a minute.”

“Okay. Next time, Uncle Penn, you should bring your pajamas if we’re gonna have a sleepover.” And then she races out to the living room to partake in her morning ritual of watching cartoons.

I turn to Penn and he’s smirking. “This is not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” he says through a chuckle.

“No. It could have been so much worse. What if we had been naked?”

He places his hand against my cheek. “But we weren’t.”

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep against you. I was just going to let you rest a minute and then I was going to wake you up. But…”

“But?” His brow arches.

I lean forward and press my lips to his. “You were so warm and it felt good to have you next to me.”

He nuzzles my neck with his nose. “I agree. Perhaps we can plan another sleepover that doesn’t involve clothes.”

I groan and stand up from the bed. “Not with how crazy my life is right now. I just need to get through the next couple of weeks.”

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