Page 53 of Only You
I come without any warning, my release spraying the shower wall as my body clamps down on his tongue, and he licks me over and over again until I can’t take it anymore and my knees nearly give out. When he stands up, I turn around on shaky legs, but before he can kiss me, I drop to my knees and swallow him down.
I’m desperate to taste him. To make him come down my throat. My hands find his ass as I suck on him, teasing him with my tongue and then taking him to the back of my throat over and over. I trail my finger down his crease, my eyes glancing up to him to make sure it’s okay.
When I get a nod from him, his hand going to my hair and threading through it, I find his sweet hole with the pad of my finger and press gently into him. I don’t get very far before he’s crying out my name, his ass clenching around the tip of my finger, flexing over and over as he spurts warm cum into my mouth.
When I manage to stand, I wrap my arms around him and hold him to me, relishing in the feeling of two hearts beating together. I lost him once.
There was a very good chance I never would have known his love, but because of dumb luck and hell, maybe even fate, I found him again.
I’m never, ever letting him go.
TWENTY-ONE
“Have a good day,” Tatum says with a sleepy smile as I lean down to kiss his lips softly before I head to work.
Moving in together was the best decision I’ve ever made. Even though we were pretty much doing that long before we officially did it. Going to bed with him every night and then waking up with him every morning has been total bliss.
And the guy was not kidding about being addicted to having my cock in him. Or my tongue. It’s been a hell of a lot of orgasms and pleasure since he moved in two weeks ago, but I’m not complaining.
I did have a small concern that maybe he could have a sex addiction—because I don’t want to hurt his sobriety in any way. He’s assured me that he’s spoken to several therapists, and while he is an addict, sex isn’t one of his vices. He just can’t seem to get enough of me.
And I’m here for it. I just want him healthy and happy. He goes to meetings once a week and has been very honest with me about his addiction. I don’t believe love can cure everything, and I was happy to hear that he doesn’t think that either. He’scommitted to going to meetings and staying sober—says it’s always going to be part of his life.
I’m just thrilled to get to share in every aspect of his life. I want all of Tatum with no limits.
He rolls over and tucks himself under his pillow after saying goodbye, and I chuckle before heading out. He doesn’t have to be up for another hour, but school starts early, and I need to get there before all the students start flooding in.
I can’t hold back the extra skip in my step as I walk up to the school. It’s cold out today with snow on the ground, and it’s cloudy, but really, it might as well be sunny with flowers blooming with the way I feel today and every day since Tatum came back into my life.
The day is fairly peaceful, but as principal, I should know better than to ever think that, because as I’m walking the hall between fifth and sixth period, I hear shouting. Loud. Shouting.
I recognize two of the voices immediately. Voices I’ve become very familiar with. Voices I’m used to hearing at the dinner table when Tatum and I join Kellan’s family.
I make my way toward the yelling and have a sinking feeling just as I watch Cason grab Blake by the collar and slam him against the lockers. “Say it again. I fucking dare you,” Cason snarls in Blake’s face.
There’s a fairly large crowd surrounding them, with Raegan standing right next to Cason, grabbing at the hand that isn’t gripping Blake. “Stop. Just because Kellan has guardianship now doesn’t mean you can just be an angry shithead.”
“This shit stops now,” Cason says, not bothering to look at his sister. My heart sinks because I know this has to have something to do with Raegan. It makes sense with her being here.
“Did he hurt you?” I ask, though I probably shouldn’t have said that yet with so many people around. I can’t seem to calmmy fear though. I know how important these kids are to Tatum—and they’ve become very important to me too.
Raegan looks at me, her big blue eyes welling up with tears as she gives a quick shake of her head. “No. He didn’t do anything to me,” she seethes in Blake’s direction.
“Aw, don’t worry, Ice Princess. If you want another shot with me, all you have to do is ask,” Blake says boldly, blowing a kiss in her direction, and I notice Cason’s knuckles are turning white with how hard he’s gripping Blake’s shirt.
“Watch it,” I warn Blake and then turn my attention to Cason. “What is going on?”
“He won’t shut the hell up. I told him to back off, and he fucking won’t. I’m not going to let him get away with his bullshit.”
“Cason, don’t do this,” I hear a soft voice from Cason’s other side, and that’s when I notice Liam is standing there, one backpack strap over his shoulder as he fidgets with the other strap.
I don’t understand what the ever-loving hell is happening, but I quickly realize I need to get control of the situation. I look around at the crowd and shoo them off to class. Most of them listen to me, hustling toward their classrooms in time for the bell to ring.
There are only four students remaining.
Cason, Blake, Raegan, and Liam.
“Let him go,” I say calmly to Cason. It’s going to be really hard to look the other way on this one. It’s apparent Cason is the physical aggressor here.
