Page 23 of Run to Me
His body stiffens and he slowly whirls his head. “Oh, you’re up. Right on time too, I’m almost finished with dinner . . . and not long.”
“Smells delicious.” My stomach rumbles louder the closer I get. “What you cooking?”
“Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.”
“Sounds perfect.” Realizing I’m still completely naked, I grab his jacket hanging on the chair to drape over my lap as I lower myself into the seat.
“It’s something quick and easy,” he says, carrying the food over to the table, one plate after the other. I’m already chowing down on a sandwich by the time he sits beside me and pulls his food closer.
“So, Layla invited me over to her house for karaoke night. She promised only a handful of people would be there. Wanna go?”
His shoulders lift slightly and he sets his food back down. “I don’t know. I’d much rather finish off this can of Coke and see what happens when I do.” His brows waggle and I laugh.
“You know . . .” I slide my chair closer to his, moving one of his hands under the jacket and between my legs. “I think I like your idea better too.”
Those first brushes of his fingers are enough to send me into overdrive, and I’m practically turning to goo in my chair when he latches his mouth around one of my nipples, tossing the jacket to the ground. I’m his reward, and he shows me this by the way he touches me—with kisses trailing my body and fingers pressing to my pucker. Lifting me up onto the table, he lays me back, grabs my thighs, and shoves his face between my cheeks. His hot tongue lapping at my seam and fingers tugging on my cock confuses my body about what direction to move in.
Settling on both, I roll my hips, tingles licking at my skin with each dart of his tongue. He goes from slow to fast, feasting on me like a damn second breakfast. I never knew this could feelso good, and was too self-conscious to fully enjoy it at first, no longer caring when the sensation spreads over me like hot lava. I arch my hips, fucking into his hand before pressing my ass to his face, chasing his hungry tongue.
I’m okay with being the center of attention right now because I can tell by his moans and the vibrations of his mouth that he’s getting as much from this as I am. Then he does something I don’t expect. With a low growl, he zips down his pants, sliding his jeans and underwear down in one swoop. Pinning me to the table, his cock grinds over mine, his tongue driving into my mouth. His hips move too fast for mine to keep up, skin rubbing over skin, his fingers tightening around both of us. Built-up pleasure explodes inside me the more we rub together, his cock head sweeping harder against mine. I combust, cum spurting between us, and he doesn’t stop using me to get off until he’s covering me with his own release.
Eyes bloodshot, his mouth lolls, and there’s that goofy smile I love so much. “Fuck, that was good.”
“Yeah,” I rasp, smearing our cum together on my skin, and he grabs hold of my wrists, guiding my hand to his mouth. My breath hitches as he licks at my fingers, his tongue swirling over each one to collect every drop, tasting us together.
When we’re both able to feel our legs again, he helps me off the table and we shower together. We spend the majority of it holding each other under the warm spray, and he finally lets me wash him, holding his breath while I run the washcloth over his last cut. It’s nearly healed, meaning it’s been days since he’s done it. Wanting to keep the streak going, I keep the rewards coming for the rest of the day and night.
I explore his body with my mouth after we go for a walk for hours outside, rewarding him for getting some much needed exercise. We share another joined hand job, me doing the brunt of the work this round, after we binge a whole season ofDawson’s Creek. The night ends with us cuddling on the couch and playing Mario Kart.
Staying up late warrants another reward, and I know he’s already gotten it in a different way when he can’t stop laughing. His smiles stay with me as I close my eyes, snuggling closer to his chest. My breaths even out with his and no nightmares wake him during the night. I wish I could offer him peaceful sleep like this all the time.
Ten
Jace
Ice cream drips down Nate’s chin and it takes all my resistance to keep me from hopping over the table to swipe it up with my tongue. Trying to remind myself we aren’t alone and all walls are down out here, I push a napkin toward him. “You got a little bit of white stuff right here.” I tap my chin.
His cheeks tint a pretty pink and he quickly swipes the napkin over his face, dropping his spoon into the cup. “Not that I mind having white stuff on my face, but this isn’t exactly the right kind or the right place,” he says quietly, leaning forward.
That earns him a laugh from me and I shake my head, lifting my spoon to my mouth. I asked for three scoops today, instead of my usual one, Nate convincing me that’s good because I’m supporting a local business and helping keep them open. His pros always outweigh the cons with the way he words things. Enjoying two Cokes a day is okay because it prevents Dad going into a sugar-induced coma, and eating second helpings of Mom’s food means it’s less she has to put away in color-coded Tupperware.
Tossing a gummy bear into his mouth, he rests his face on his closed fist, the sun from outside making his freckles more prominent. He really is my favorite view, no matter where we are. He’ll point out how beautiful our surroundings are, and I’ll only agree because he’s standing in the center of it all. The best sight to wake up to is him, with his light brown hair mussed, sleep lines on his face, and long lashes touching his pale cheeks. He’s been sneaking into my room through our shared bathroom for weeks now. After a long day, I curl up under my covers, my instincts to hide in the closet nowhere to be found as I wait for his warm body to press against mine.
I stay in bed because he’s there, and I’m here around all these other people for the same reason.
“So, wanna go to Barton Springs after this? Take a dip in the water and let me remind you why you love swimming with me?”
My smile mimics his, and not because I’m trying to copy him but because everything he does is so damn infectious, passing right along to me without me always realizing. “What about the drive-in?”
“That’s not until later tonight, and you love the water. Well, you love watching it. Being in it is so much better.”
“I don’t know. That’s too many public places in one day. Are you sure you’re going to be able to keep your hands off me?” I quirk a brow.” Everyone we know will probably be there.”
He rests both elbows on the table, running a foot over mine. “We can always go to the dog park area. Hardly anyone goes there. Mostly old people.”
I snort. “As fun as swimming in dog piss and slobber sounds, I don’t know if I’m in the mood to feel like Jack and Rose from the Titanic. It never matters how hot it is outside, that water’s freezing.”
He rolls his eyes, slurping the remaining ice cream from his spoon. “Fine. How about somewhere more remote instead, butstill with water? I mean, small fish sometimes nibble at your feet, but that’s the price you pay when you’re so picky.”
