Page 19 of Believe in Me
He lost track of time as he and Mooney helped the boys dig a trench around their “castle” to protect it from the waves. They’d upended their buckets on top of each other to form “walls” they told him. Looked like a pile of sand to him but hey, he didn’t have the imagination of a four-year-old.
“Boys, it’s time to go nap,” Debbie said from above them. When the twins started to whine, Debbie told them, “Only big boys that don’t fuss get surprises. Now let’s move it. Gather your buckets and towels.”
“You heard your mama. Move it, boys,” Mooney instructed as he picked up a shovel and handed it to Cam.
Mike saw Trish standing next to Debbie and smiled. She appeared to be tracing his shoulders with her eyes. He squared his shoulders and flexed his biceps a bit. Mike grabbed Cal up and swung him over his head before standing him next to Debbie with a tap on his butt.
“Off you go, little man. Be good for Mama so you can have a surprise,” Mike told him. Watching Debbie and Mooney guide the twins up toward the hotel, Mike moved close to Trish and asked, “Does this big boy get a surprise too if he doesn’t fuss?”
Trish smiled and turned toward the hotel, looking over her shoulder and winking, “Surprises definitely await, big boy.”
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Trish couldn’t believe she’d called Mike ‘big boy’ but judging by the bulge in his board shorts, he wasn’t lacking in that department. When she got to the blanket her and Debbie had been lying on, she shook it out then held out her hand to Mike.
Walking hand in hand, they strolled back to the hotel and rinsed off at the outdoor showers before heading into the lobby. When the air conditioning hit Trish’s body, she shivered. It didn’t take a minute before Mike was placing a towel around her shoulders, leaving his arm there.
She laid her head against Mike’s chest as they rode the elevator up to their floor. A sense of anticipation was wrapped around them that neither of them seemed to want to break. Stopping at Trish’s door, she pulled her key out. After unlocking her door, she looked up at him.
“Come in with me?” she asked. Mike nodded and moved right into her, pushing her back against the wall inside the room. Trish slid her hands up Mike’s chest and tilted her head in an invitation that Mike didn’t hesitant to answer.
Mike claimed her mouth, running his tongue along her teeth before dueling with hers. Trish wasn’t pliant but she let Mike have control, unlike the other times they kissed. As Mike caressed her torso, Trish felt goosebumps follow his hands, making her shiver for a different reason. She pulled back from the kiss and nibbled along his jawline to his ear.
“Join me in the bedroom?” she whispered. Not waiting for his answer, Trish wrapped her arms around his waist and guided him toward the bed. When they got there, she sat him on the side and stood between his legs. She reached behind her neck and released the bow holding the top tight to her chest. Her breasts bounced as they lost the support from the fabric, right in front of Mike’s face. He took advantage of the position and closed his lips around her nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth.
Trish grasped Mike’s head and held him tight to her. Not that she thought he’d stop but she needed the support as her legs felt like jelly. When he moved to her other nipple, his hands roamed her back and released the second tie. It dropped to the floor before he moved his hands to her hips to start peeling her boy shorts down.
When Mike released her nipple, he leaned back on his arms and stared at her. After a minute, she was a little self-conscious and covered her stomach with her arms.
“Don’t!” Mike said as he sat up and pulled her arms away. “You take my breath away. I was trying to memorize every inch of you with my eyes before I do the same with my mouth and tongue.” He shifted on the bed and pulled Trish to lay next to him. As he went to stretch out, Trish stopped him.
“Oh no, big boy. Strip,” she commanded, making him chuckle.
“If this is my surprise for not fussing? Oh yeah, I’m all for it,” he said as he stood, hooking his thumbs in his waistband, and pulling the shorts off. Trish could feel her eyes get wide as she got her first look at Mike’s cock. He was definitely well endowed. She couldn’t wait to feel him stretching her. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”
Trish could feel the heat from a blush cover her neck and cheeks and closed her eyes. “Would you think bad of me if I said I had some?”
The bed shifted as she felt Mike lean over her. “I would say that you were amazing. Now where?” Trish opened her eyes to direct Mike and burst out laughing. As he twisted to look around the room, his cock pointed each direction. “What’s so funny?”
Trish waved her hand at Mike’s waist level, pointing at his cock. “Follow your cock?” Mike looked down and laughed.
“So where are these miraculous condoms located?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Trish.
“They’re in the bag sitting beside the sink with my makeup. I just wasn’t…” Trish trailed off stumbling over why she had them. Mike blew her a kiss and strutted to the bathroom and back. Stopping beside the bed and posing for her.
Climbing back into bed with her, he dropped the condom on the pillow before he leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m glad that you were thinking about being with me. I’ve been so focused on not pressuring you that I didn’t plan ahead to when you were ready.”
Trish pushed into Mike and took his mouth. Now that they had a condom, she was impatient to get back to where they’d stopped. She rolled them so she was on top and kissed her way down his chest. Getting a close up look at his dick was the only thing she could think of at the moment.
Stopping with her mouth level with his cockhead, Trish held his cock with her hand and covered the head with tiny licks, learning the texture with her tongue. When she had wet the entire head, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and guided his cock as far in as she could take him.
“Shit, Trish. Be careful you don’t set me off. I want to make you feel good,” Mike stammered out. Since feeling him stretch her was on her agenda too, she bobbed her head a few more times before pulling back with a last lick to the slit.
“Please?” Trish asked, hoping that Mike would take the cue. It had been so long since she’d been intimate with anything other than a toy, and even that wasn’t often, that the slightest attention would make her climax. Mike slid his hands under her arms and pulled her up to lie with her head on the pillow. He proceeded to lick his way down her body, stopping to give special attention to her nipples. When he got to her core, he shimmied his shoulders under her thighs and dropped his mouth to cover her. He sucked her clit into his mouth then captured it with his teeth as he batted his tongue against it.
“Mike!” she screamed as he pushed her over the edge. When she came back down, Mike was reaching for the condom. Trish watched him roll it down his length and pinch the tip. She spread her legs wide and held her arms out to Mike.
He held his cock at an angle and lined up to push in. Mike paused and asked, “Ready?”
