Page 4 of Birthday Boy

Scratching the back of my neck, I stare up at the ceiling for a few moments before turning back to her.“Are you attracted to me?”

Olivia’s mouth opens and closes before she shakes her head. “You’re a very handsome man. I’m sure the ladies are vying for your attention.”

“I don’t care about anyone’s attention but yours. I’ve seen the appreciation in your eyes when you’ve watched us swim this summer.”

She holds up her hand when I step toward her. “Cole, you have a nice body. Football has kept you in shape, I’m sure. But that’s…what you’re suggesting–”

“What if I was a random guy off the street, not your son’s best friend? You would fuck me, wouldn’t you?” I interrupt, determination hardening my voice.

Her throat bobs as she swallows. “But you’re not.”

“I can be. For one afternoon that no one has to know about. For my birthday.”

She watches me with a skeptical gleam. I’m sure her mind is made up that someone would find out, that someone being her son.

“I promise I will never tell anyone about anything that happens between us,” I say, trying to comfort her.

Olivia’s body is trembling as she stays frozen in her spot, and I walk closer. My hand curls around her elbow, and I tug her into my chest.

I lean into her ear. “No one will ever know.” My gaze drops down the thin tank top, her nipples pebbling after my promising whisper.

She drops to her knees, her brown eyes blinking up at me as I watch back in shock. Her hands are shaky as she unbuttons my jeans and drags the zipper down. I stop breathing as she pulls it open and tugs my boxers down with them. Olivia lets out a small gasp as my thick cock bounces out, nearly smacking her across her face.

“My god,” she whispers so softly I almost miss it.

Her hand wraps around my shaft, and my stomach flexes as I grunt. I’ve only known the feel of my own touch, and this is a million times better. I’m still in awe that this is really happening, I half expected her to turn me down.

“How…how do you like it? Slow? Fast?” she asks, gripping my cock tighter as she starts to pump her fist. Her thumb smears the pre-cum already leaking out.

I shake my head, biting down on my lip to stop myself from coming already.

“Cole?” she prompts and scoots on her knees closer. I can feel her breath across my thighs. She's so close.

“Your mouth,” I grit out, fire gathering at the base of my spine.

Olivia hesitates for a few seconds before her tongue peeks out between her pink lips and licks at my cock. My balls draw up, and I know I’m losing my battle to hold back. She licks around the thick ridge of my head before suckling the entire mushroom tip into the incredibly hot wetness of her mouth.

“Fuck!” I exclaim, coming hard as my cock throbs in her fingers. Olivia’s eyes widen as I erupt, but the woman of my dreams doesn’t pull away. Our gazes are locked as she swallows down each wave of my cum.

“Nghhh. God,” I moan out when she sucks at my sensitive tip and pulls a few more drops from me.

Olivia lets go and haunches back on her feet, wiping at the corner of her mouth and then sucking on her fingers. My cock twitches at the action, trying to get ready for round two. My chest is falling and rising fast, and I reach out, cupping her cheek.

“Sorry, I didn’t warn you. I–” I lick my lips, unsure how to explain I had no control over it.

She stands slowly, tucking some hair behind her ear. “Have you ever been with anyone else?”

My cheeks burn, and I can feel the flush all the way down my neck. Olivia steps into me, resting her hands on my chest.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I was just wondering,” She whispers.

I rest my hands on her waist, my fingers digging into her flesh. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”

Her eyes close briefly before she blows out a long breath.

“Okay. Come on.” She clasps her hand into mine and tries to pull me out of the kitchen. I stumble, reaching down to pull up my pants and boxers so I can walk easier.

Olivia giggles as she watches, amused. “Sorry.”

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