See You Sometime [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Tymber Dalton

  “What?”

  “Nothing.” But she said it way too fast.

  “Eliza, what?”

  “He’s…” She blew out a breath and glanced around to make sure they were alone. “Good news, bad news. He’s an honorable guy, a good guy, and doesn’t grope. If she played with Landry, I can almost guarantee you with my life he didn’t do anything inappropriate with her.”

  “Is that the good or the bad news?”

  “The good.”

  “What’s the bad?”

  “He makes me look like a wuss as a Top. On a scale of one to Jeffrey Dahmer in terms of sadists, he’s not Dexter, but he’s right up there just under sociopaths. If she can play to his level and want to go back for more? You are going to want to come to peace with other people topping her, at least for now, for the sake of your own sanity.”

  Then she’d left the kitchen, leaving him with his thoughts pinballing inside his skull.

  * * * *

  Skye hadn’t wanted to get into a “discussion” with her parents, so she told her them not to expect her home that night, but not that she’d be gone all weekend. That she’d text them late Saturday morning with an ETA if she didn’t come home by midnight.

  Thankfully, her mom kept her dad’s playful teasing reined in.

  If all went well tonight, she’d tell them in text tomorrow not to expect her home until Sunday night.

  When they reached Axel’s place, she’d swear he fumbled his keys a little while trying to get the door unlocked.

  He went first to turn on lights and she stopped in the foyer to look around while awaiting his return.

  Holy cow…he is a way better housekeeper than I am.

  Once she got her own place, she’d definitely have to step up her game.

  Of course that’d be a lot easier to do now without picking up after El Cheatohead.

  She could have a perfectly clean room, follow Kelly into it one minute later, and find it looking like a hurricane passed through while she’d blinked.

  He had a gift for wrecking rooms and hearts.

  A multi-talented kind of guy.

  Focus. You’re not with him anymore. Axel should have all your attention tonight.

  She walked over to the couch inside the living room and set her backpack down on it. She’d taken a “just in case” approach and had brought everything from a travel toothbrush to lube to condoms to spare panties, in addition to a change of clothes.

  No commando walk of shame for her, no siree. If she was going to go home sans the panties she’d had on her ass when she left, it was only because she had donned a fresh pair.

  Although she hoped she wouldn’t be going home until sometime Sunday.

  And she doubly hoped clothes would mostly be unnecessary until then.

  About the only thing she didn’t have was something to calm her damn nerves.

  He put his keys and wallet and the loose change from his pocket on the end of the kitchen counter before he seemed to remember there was a bigger purpose here and returned to the living room.

  “Did you want something to drink or anything?”

  She offered him a nervous smile. “No, thank you.”

  He stared at the back of the couch, running his left hand along it. With his right he reached up and scratched the back of his head, combing his fingers through his unruly short blond hair. A nervous habit she remembered from when they were young. He kept his hair shorter now than he had when he was a kid, and she got it. The slightest bit of length and it looked like a curly mop on him.

  Back then, she’d thought it was adorable.

  That he was adorable.

  He still was.

  “I’m nervous,” he quietly said.

  “Why?”

  He didn’t meet her gaze. “Seriously?”

  She laid her hand over his left, stilling it on the back of the couch, and that drew his gaze.

  “Seriously,” she whispered.

  “Because…” He sighed. “I told you, been a long time for me. And I’m sure I’m not going to be able to live up to what you are used—”

  Her other hand shot out, cupped the back of his neck, and pulled him down to her for a kiss.

  Time for us both to stop talking before we talk ourselves out of this idea.

  At first, he pulled away just a little, for a second. Then he responded, kissing back. She curled her hand around his on the couch and drew his arm around her waist, pressing her body against his and closing her eyes to await him taking over.

  She hoped he’d take over.

  If not, maybe they would need additional talking.

  He turned, leaning against the back of the couch. As he did, that pulled her against his body and she ground herself against him.

  Finally, she felt signs of life responding to her, a slowly expanding bulge in the front of his jeans that gave her hope all was not lost and maybe, just maybe she wasn’t a damn troll.

  Even if they stood there and did this for a while, she didn’t care. Human contact, real human contact, and she didn’t have to double-guess every damn thing he told her about where he’d be or who he was with.

  No excuses to parse and investigate and drive herself crazy about.

  No gas-lighting.

  In other words, the exact opposite of what she was used to.

  As nature took over, she realized something.

  He’s a damn good kisser.

  Honestly? She couldn’t remember what kissing him was like in high school, because they hadn’t even done a lot of that. Definitely hadn’t gotten to the heavy petting stage before she’d squirreled and broke up with him.

  I’m.

  A.

  Fucking.

  Idiot.

  Then again, maybe he hadn’t been a good kisser back then. She hadn’t exactly been a sex kitten herself. She’d kept her virginity until her first semester of college.

  He finally lifted his lips from hers, his blue eyes staring down at her. “Was that…okay?”

  It struck her that while she’d taken the infidelity and built herself a suit of masterwork armor to carry around and still get through life, he had built himself a remote, secluded fortress and walled himself inside it.

  She smiled, even though she wanted to cry for him. “That was great. Let’s do it again.” Rising up on her toes, she draped her arms around his neck and slanted her lips over his.

  This time, his hands came to rest on her ass, slipping into the back pockets of her jeans and she felt a surge of victory roll through her when she felt him hold on, actively rocking his body against hers a little.

  Having over a foot on her in height made it a little interesting. He’d been taller than her back then, but only by a few inches.

  Maybe I can shake things up a little.

  She broke their kiss, giving him what she hoped came off as a sexy smile as she sank to her knees, working on his belt as she did.

  * * * *

  Axel’s eyes widened as his brain finally stopped freewheeling and he realized what she was about to do. Part of him thought he should stop her…

  Except he couldn’t think why.

  Shit, he couldn’t think at all.

  If it wasn’t an automatic function happening in his body, he wasn’t sure he had any control over it right then.

  Her sweet green gaze never left his as her hands unfastened his belt and started working on his fly. His fingers curled around the top of the sofa, holding on tightly, afraid if he let go that his knees might unhinge and send him crashing to the floor.

  He wasn’t sure, but suspected that wouldn’t come off as very “domly.”

  Warm breath he felt through the fabric of his briefs as she nuzzled the outline of his cock. Teeth lightly grazing, up and down, making him throb and twitch. At this point he wasn’t sure how long he could last.

  Reaching up, she hooked her fingers in the waistband and eased his briefs down enough his cock sprang free. He tried to swallow back the needy moan that clawed its w
ay loose from his throat when her lips touched the head. When her fingers wrapped around his shaft and slowly slid his foreskin back, he wasn’t altogether sure he might not lose his mind.

  Her tongue flicked out, the tip sliding along the slit, a smile curving her gorgeous lips the whole time.

  Her gaze focused on his.

  With her free hand, she reached up and grabbed one of his. She practically had to wrestle it off the couch, but he finally understood what she wanted and placed it on the back of her head. After slightly adjusting his position leaning against the back of the couch, he placed the other on her head, too.

  “Mm hmm.” Her tongue flicked out again, a scorching slow circle around the head of his cock, tracing the ridge, then back to the slit for another exploration. Again, and again, and he struggled not to grab her head and fuck her face, it felt so good.

  When she wrapped her lips around the head and slowly sucked his shaft into her mouth, he had to bite down on his lower lip to hold back. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was supposed to be here, if he needed to warn her or let her stop to jack him or what. Linda had never been a swallower, and she’d trained him well to pull out first and finish himself with his hand.

  * * * *

  Why won’t he fuck my face?

  Okay, we can work on that.

  She’d hoped that by putting his hands on her head like that he’d realize what she wanted and instinctively go for it.

  So she did the work for him, holding on to the backs of his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. This was a calculated risk and she knew that. Some guys their age were only good for one a night.

  She was hoping if she got him off now that it might relax him, and they could go to his bedroom and play and he could get her off and maybe regain some interest in the process to build up to a second round.

  If not, hey, no big deal, consider it an icebreaker. They could spend the night cuddling and talking.

  Even that would be welcomed.

  His entire body trembled, practically vibrating under her as she tried to draw it out of him. Almost like he was holding back, fighting it.

  She pulled off to where her lips still touched the head of his cock. “I want it,” she whispered. “Give it to me, Sir. Let me have it.” Followed by going deep again, swallowing.

  She reached up to his hands, laced fingers with him, and squeezed, pressing, trying to show him.

  I gotta teach him, that’s all. Some guys don’t know it’s okay to take what’s being freely offered.

  Picking up the pace, she deep-throated him, not quite face-fucking herself onto his cock, but pretty damn close. When she swallowed hard, closing her lips around the root so she’d have good suction, that’s what finally shoved him over the edge.

  A happy moan escaped her as she felt his fingers close on her scalp and she tasted more than pre-cum, jets of hot, salty cum filling her mouth.

  Her eyes fell closed, her heart happy that she could do this for him, subspace beckoning her.

  Yeesss.

  As he softened in her mouth, she melted against his legs, not releasing his hands, gently stroking his cock with her tongue and hoping to quickly work him up a second time so they could have even more fun. She wanted to teach him everything, show him how good this could be.

  And this time, she wouldn’t be an idiot and break up with him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Axel…wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened.

  Oh, sure, biologically he knew he’d climaxed.

  Best goddamned orgasm he could remember having in…ever.

  Still she knelt there, staring up at him, smiling around his cock.

  Why isn’t she letting me go?

  Why’s she holding my hands on her head?

  Now that he could actually think, he understood she wasn’t simply waiting. It was like she was coaxing his cock, trying to get his interest up a second time.

  God help him, it’d been fucking years since he’d had more than one orgasm in a week, much less in a day, and he already felt an unfamiliar and extraordinarily hawt sensation in his cock.

  Like he was trying to stiffen again.

  “W-what about you?”

  She didn’t stop smiling, didn’t release his cock, only arched one eyebrow in a playful “what about me” kind of way.

  When he tried to move his hands, she laced her fingers through his, keeping them in place on her head. He couldn’t really move, pinned there leaning against the sofa with his confused cock in her mouth.

  Except his cock wasn’t confused about not wanting to move, even if it was trying to decide what the hell had just happened and what was still going on.

  Or may be about to happen.

  Again.

  Her mouth caressed him, sweet and hot and achingly tender. Lingering.

  Like she was in no hurry to move.

  Holy shit, she swallowed!

  He didn’t know why that fact had taken so long to sink home.

  Maybe because my brain is currently scrambled?

  Yeah, it was, for sure.

  Her eyes…still focused on him. He couldn’t look away, afraid if he did she’d disappear and this would turn out to be some weird adult wet dream transported from his high school years to a middle-age crisis.

  He could have stood there all night staring down at her in shock and awe—literally—when she tenderly placed a kiss on the head of his cock and released him from her mouth as she sat back on her heels. She moved her hands, holding his, toward him and he realized she wanted him to help her up, so he did.

  She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck again. “Don’t ever hesitate to take what I give you when I offer it, Sir,” she softly said, rising up on her toes to kiss him again.

  It felt right sliding his hands down her ass, into the back pockets of her jeans. Hell, he could do this all night with her but suspected he should be a gentleman and at least offer to attempt to try to…

  Balls.

  Now he desperately didn’t want to disappoint her. Especially when she backed away from him a little, but pulling him with her, her hands around his neck gently tugging. He finally realized what she wanted and when she saw him move, she released him. He took her hand before she grabbed her backpack from the couch and let him lead her down the hall to the master bedroom. He didn’t even bother trying to tuck himself in or anything.

  He didn’t want to jinx this.

  In his bedroom, she dropped the backpack onto the bed and turned to face him, both hands curling around his again. She squeezed. “I want you to relax, Sir. This is our night. All night. No interruptions. Nowhere to be tomorrow.” She smiled. “No parents to bust in on us and—”

  In her purse, her phone rang, a custom ringtone.

  Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh, you have got to be shitting me!” She dug her phone out and answered it. “What, Dad?”

  * * * *

  “Just wanted to check in. Everything going okay? Or do you need an easy out?”

  She knew it was very likely Axel could hear her dad’s end of the conversation, too, since the room was quiet.

  “Um, kinda busy, right now. Can this wait until tomorrow? I mean, if this is not an emergency, seriously, can this please wait until tomorrow?”

  “You’re not still at dinner?”

  “No. We are not still at dinner.”

  He was quiet for a moment. “Oh. Ohhh. Sorry, kiddo.” He ended the call to the sound of him chuckling.

  She couldn’t help it. She started laughing as she set the phone to silent and dropped it back in her purse. “Let’s try that again.”

  She turned to him, happy to see a little smile on his face now. She caught his hands once more and backed over to the bed, leading him, sitting and spreading her legs to pull him in close between them.

  Which put her face at the perfect height to lean in and kiss his cock again. She wrapped her arms around him, happy when he slid
his down her back from her shoulders, gently raking his nails up and down.

  Yes.

  Her clit throbbed in response.

  She got it, his experiences were dramatically different than hers and he felt nervous.

  Hooking her fingers through his belt loops on either side, she leaned back, pulling him with her, until his arms were braced on the bed and he was on top of her.

  Kissable.

  That’s exactly what she did, squirming her way back from the edge of the mattress a little so he’d climb up onto the bed with her.

  Now nature seemed to take over. He nuzzled her jaw, down to her ear and back to her chin, along her throat to the hollow at the base. Slowly, exploring, and definitely with an air of caution that when she thought about what she knew about him, she suspected was due in no small part to his ex-wife.

  Plunging one hand into his short hair, she nudged him a little lower, to the neck of her blouse, where the top fastened button was screaming to be freed from its bondage.

  It took him a minute to get the gist, but when he did, she hooked a foot around the back of his leg and ground her hips against him.

  He took his time, kissing every bit of flesh appearing as her shirt parted until all the buttons were undone and she sat up and shrugged it off. Then she grabbed his hands, put them on her breasts over her bra, and squeezed, hard, as she stared into his eyes.

  He was a smart man, fortunately. No need to break out the sock puppets. She kissed the side of his neck as he reached behind her and fumbled only for a moment with the clasp on her bra and helped her out of it. That out of the way, she grabbed his hands again and cupped her breasts with them, this time positioned so his fingers could grab and pinch and play with her nipples.

  This isn’t topping from the bottom, it’s teaching.

  That’s what she told herself, anyway.

  First, she pulled him in for another kiss. He seemed to briefly forget he was holding her breasts as she lost herself tasting and teasing him with her tongue.

  “Please, Sir,” she mumbled against his mouth. “I want you.”

  That was apparently the magic phrase she’d needed. It was like autopilot finally kicked in and took over and he pressed her back against the mattress, now in control of the kiss and definitely no longer tentative in that respect.