Chapter 107 You are not going anywhere
I flinch a little when he says that. God, I wish I had the nerve to just rip his boxers off and make him moan the way he made me moan before.
But the little experience I do have? It has proven one thing. I am not good at this stuff.
You suck in bed. Those were Jordan's exact words.
And like he loved to remind me, that is exactly why he left me for someone else.
I will not let that jerk ruin my sex life forever. But in my head, I always pictured my next time being with a real boyfriend. Someone who actually cares about me. Someone I could get over my fears with.
Not with my stepbrother. The guy who sleeps around. He would probably laugh at me the second I messed up.
"What is wrong?" He is still waiting for me to do something.
"Um." I hesitate, trying to pick the right words. "I have never... I mean, I do not really know how to…"
"What is so hard about it?" He shrugs like it is nothing. "You just put your mouth on it and suck."
That pisses me off. Patience is clearly not a thing for him.
"Then forget it." My voice comes out sharp. "It is hard for me, okay?"
He bites his lip, trying not to laugh. My frustration is funny to him apparently. He puts a hand on the back of my neck and rubs my earlobe with his thumb.
"Hey, hey. I am sorry. I was not laughing at you." He apologizes, then suggests, "How about we take it one step at a time? You can take my boxers off."
I swallow hard. Okay. I can do that.
I reach out with both hands and grab the waistband of his boxers. I start pulling them down. He lifts his hips a little to help me. One pull and they are off. His whole body is right there in front of me.
Wow. It is huge. Way bigger than I thought it would be. It is already half hard, and it just keeps growing while I stare at it.
His breathing gets faster above my head. Then his hand moves to the back of my head. His fingers slide into my damp hair and push gently. Encouraging me.
I hold my breath and lean closer. My hand moves up from his inner thigh to his crotch. I wrap my palm around his dick.
He groans. His chest rises and falls hard.
I think he likes the way my hand feels, so I squeeze a little tighter and start moving up and down.
"Fuck. Yeah. Like that."
His voice cracks, like he is holding back. I love the way he sounds right now. Full of want.
I want to hear more. So without him telling me, I lean in and put my head between his thighs.
I open my mouth and take him in.
He is too big for me to take all the way. The taste is not bad, though. Kind of salty. I lick the tip with my tongue and decide I actually like it.
He breathes in sharp. "Fuck. Do that again. Move your head up and down."
I do what he says. I circle my tongue around the tip while my head starts moving. Pull back a little. Suck him in again.
His breathing gets faster and faster. His dick swells even bigger in my mouth. He sits up and holds my head with both hands, keeping me right where he wants me.
He sounds like he is in pain, but the good kind. The kind that feels amazing.
Knowing I am the one making him feel like this makes my heart race. I do not even need him to tell me what to do. I add my hand to the bottom half and work him with both.
"Oh my God, Sophie. You are unbelievable." He gasps it out.
I look up at him through my eyelashes. His face is all twisted up with pleasure. Eyebrows drawn together. Lips parted. Veins showing on his neck.
He is so damn hot. So beautiful.
"Fuck." He laughs a little, low in his throat. "This is going to be my dream for the next week. You, with my dick in your mouth, looking at me like that."
I decide to punish him for teasing me. I squeeze his balls gently. He groans.
"Naughty," he says, and I giggle.
"Keep going, babe. Make me come with your mouth."
His voice turns me on so much. So I keep going. Faster now. My mouth works him while my hand plays with his balls and the base. His whole body tenses. His hips push up off the ground to meet my mouth. He is losing control completely.
I do it again and again. My mouth is sore, but I can tell he is close. Finally, he grabs my hair and pulls me away. Warm liquid shoots out in short bursts. Some lands on my shoulder. Some lands in the water.
My eyes go wide. "The pool."
That is going to be a nightmare to clean.
He is still breathing hard, trying to recover. Then he bursts out laughing.
"That is the first thing you say after giving me a blow job? 'The pool'?"
I let him know. "I am not cleaning that up."
Jordan always made me change the sheets after sex. "Woman's work," he used to say. I hate that memory.
"The cleaning lady handles that." He laughs.
I hesitate but keep my mouth shut. Poor cleaning lady.
"Hey." He jumps back into the water and pulls me into his arms. "Can we go back to being romantic now?"
I smile without meaning to. I rest my head on his chest. "Did you like that?"
"Fuck yeah. But why did you tell me you never did this before?"
I frown and look up at him. He is watching me carefully.
"Because I have not. That is why." I say it straight.
He raises his eyebrows. He looks genuinely surprised. "Seriously? That was your first blow job?"
I feel a little embarrassed. "If that is criticism, you can save it."
"God, no. That is a compliment. For real. You were amazing. I am getting hard again just thinking about what you did."
I can not stop smiling. He kisses my forehead softly.
"Hey, you want to have a swimming race?" I challenge him.
He looks stunned again, then laughs out loud. "I thought you wanted cuddling and kisses after all that?"
"I am good." I shrug and tease him. "Unless your legs are still shaking?"
A crooked smile spreads across his face. Then he shoves me aside and dives into the water, taking the lead. I yell and chase after him.
We swim laps. He beats me every single time. It is not fair. I purposely challenged him right after he came. He should be weak. I know I would not be at my best after sex. But his energy is ridiculous.
Afterward, we float in the water and talk about random things. I learn he wants to work in art after graduation. That shocks me. I never saw him as an art person. But with all the antiques he collects, maybe it makes sense.
I want to ask him about Rossi. About them. About us.
But the summer breeze feels too good. The water is warm. The whole moment is perfect. So I keep my mouth shut.
I will deal with that another time.
We go inside when it gets late. We both shower. Separately. I had to fight him off when he suggested sharing. He looked pretty disappointed about that.
When I get out of the bathroom, he is still in there. I grab my stuff and get ready to leave. My dress is ruined, so I borrow his hoodie to cover up. Hopefully Mom is not waiting in the living room when I get back.
"What are you doing?" His voice comes from behind me.
I turn around. He is standing by the bedroom door, arms crossed. His face drops when he sees me with my shoes.
"Um. Going home?"
He raises his eyebrows. "So you are just using me like a sex toy and leaving?"
I gasp. How can he say that? If anything, it should be the other way around.
He walks over and grabs my arm.
"Put the shoes down." His voice is firm. "You are not going anywhere."
"Then where am I supposed to sleep?"
He rolls his eyes at me. "Here. In my bed. Next to me. If you hate cuddling that much, I will keep my hands to myself. But you are not leaving tonight."