Page 59 of A Much Younger Man
“Can I take him out?”
“Sure.” Could I be that lucky? Was he going to let it go?
“Now that you’ve had a chance to relax. About that look on your face…”
Uh-oh. “What look?”
“Like you were trying to decide how best to get rid of me.”
I pulled the oatmeal off the fire. “That’s not—”
“Oh, please.” The words were almost amiable. “Get over yourself. I liked what we did. I like wearing your clothes. You can feed me anytime. Don’t get any ideas, though. You’re my dad’s age.”
My mouth dropped open. Outrage didn’t begin to cover it. “You said—”
“Gotcha. I’m hungry.” Beck grinned at me. With Rico on his shoulder, he took a seat at the counter. “Whatcha gonna do about it?”
Minx.I got bowls and ladled oatmeal into them. I sat down beside him and picked up a spoon.
“This is super hot. You’ll have to blow on it.”
“I thought of something else I can blow while we’re waiting for it to cool.” He slipped off the stool like an otter and sank to his knees.
“Oh Christ.”
He parted the fabric of my robe and hummed while he took me in hand. “I didn’t get a very good look at your dick last night.”
“Thoughts?” He licked the spot that sinks my battleship. “Oh shit.”
When he wrapped his lips around me, he lowered the stool. It stopped at the perfect height for him to take me so deep his nose nuzzled my pubic hair. He hummed, and the vibration of his throat made my whole body tighten.
“Not gonna last,” I warned. He slid wetly up and down my cock a few times, tongue tickling all the right places. He didn’t let up until I yanked his hair. “Stop.”
He pulled off, and in two twists of his hand, I came, spattering my shirt and scarf with ribbons of cum.
I stared at the ceiling, catching my breath. I was boneless. Wordless. I stayed that way with my mouth hanging open for far too long to look cool.
Eventually I cleared my throat. “Holy cow.”
He slipped onto the barstool beside me. “That was pretty quick. Think my oatmeal had time to cool down?”
“Only one way to find out.” I looked into his mirthful, sparkling eyes before scooping up a spoonful.
My God, I was done. Kill me now. I thought I could handle whatever Beck could dish out, but it turned out I was a fucking babe in the woods.
I’d followed the trail to his gingerbread house and stuffed myself with gumdrops and icing, and I didn’t even care if he was trouble. I wanted him. I wanted all of him. Anything he had to give me.
“I need to go to work.” I drank my last sip of coffee.
“You know where to find me.” He smiled.
Yes, I thought. I’d find him at the edge of the known world. My edge, at least, with the wreckage of my ordinary life behind me. Was that a good thing or a disaster?
What happens now?
* * *
“What the hell happened to you?”Travis looked up from where he was feeding the kittens with Beck. To his credit, Beck didn’t even blink. “Were you called out on an emergency?”
