Page 56 of Rescuing Dr. Marian
Tommy pulled back to look at me, his eyes dark with want and something softer. “Then stop pretending this doesn’t mean anything.”
Instead of answering, I spun us around, pressing him back against the tree. His eyes widened in surprise, then heated as I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“What are you—oh, fuck.” His words dissolved into a groan as I worked open his belt, then the button of his pants.
“Can this conversation be over?” I asked, looking up at him through my lashes. “Because I can think of something I’d like on my tongue way more than fucking feelings right now.”
Tommy’s head fell back against the bark, his breathing already ragged. “Christ, please.”
I pulled his cock free, already hard and leaking, and wrapped my lips around the head. Tommy’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, and his hands flew to my hair.
“Foster,fuck?—”
I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I worked my way down his length. The taste of him, salt and musk, was just as exciting as I’d known it would be.
For weeks, I’d been trying to hold back with Tommy. Tokeep from rushing him when I guessed this was all new to him. To keep from rushing myself, when I knew how close I was to swan diving into love with him. But now I couldn’t hold back.
Seeing how much he wanted me made my own cock throb against my zipper. His fingers tightened in my hair, not pushing but holding, like he needed the anchor.
“Jesus, your mouth,” he gasped, trying to keep his voice down. “I can’t—oh god, just like that.”
I pulled back to tongue at his slit, gathering the precum there before taking him deep again. His thighs were trembling against my shoulders, and when I looked up at him through my lashes, his head was thrown back against the bark, mouth open as he fought to stay quiet.
“Foster, I’m not going to last,” he warned, his voice strained.
Good. I wanted him desperate, wanted him to remember this every time he looked at me for the rest of the summer, no matter who was standing beside him. Wanted him to remember long after the summer was over, too, the sight of me on my knees for him, making him shake and moan and beg.
I redoubled my efforts, using my hand to work what my mouth couldn’t reach while I sucked harder.
“Shit, shit, I’m—” Tommy’s warning cut off in a strangled moan as he came, his release hitting the back of my throat in hot pulses. I swallowed it all, working him through it until he was boneless against the tree.
When I finally pulled off and sat back on my heels, Tommy was staring down at me with something close to awe.
“That was…” he started, then seemed to lose the words.
“Good?” I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Devastating,” he said roughly. Then he reached down to pull me up for a kiss that tasted like both of us.
Afterward, we ended up in a clearing of soft pine needles, Chickie happily napping in a patch of sunlight nearby. Tommy sprawled next to me, still catching his breath, his hair full of pine needles and his lips swollen from my kisses.
“So,” he said eventually, turning his head to look at me. “Still jealous?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe a little.”
“Good.” He reached over and laced our fingers together. “Because I’m not interested in anyone else.”
The simple words shouldn’t have meant as much as they did. This was supposed to be temporary, just a few weeks of scratching an itch. But lying here with Tommy’s hand in mine, watching him smile at me like I was something precious, I had to admit the careful distance I’d been trying to maintain had crumbled… or had maybe been a figment of my imagination since the beginning.
My chest ached to tell him, but I knew better. No point in confessing feelings I couldn’t afford to claim.
“I should probably get back,” Tommy said after a while, though he made no move to let go of my hand. “I did tell Robyn I’d help with the campfire thing.”
“Plenty of other people around to help,” I grumbled, then caught myself. “I mean, do whatever you want.”
Tommy’s smile was knowing. “Jealous again?”
“Protective,” I corrected. “She’s obviously interested in more than your campfire skills.”
